Proof Reading Marks
Designers Toolbox: Proof Reading Marks. Many of these are obsolete in this era of computers, but I still use the marks for delete, new paragraph, comma insertion, transpose, and change to lowercase.
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Designers Toolbox: Proof Reading Marks. Many of these are obsolete in this era of computers, but I still use the marks for delete, new paragraph, comma insertion, transpose, and change to lowercase.
Mykala was nice enough to frame some of my photographs and hang them in her apartment.
Dan, of Dan’s Data (naturally), wrote a really informative article, called The Great Apathetic Revolution. It’s about this ridiculous situation: it is illegal to back-up copies of DVDs, games, etc. that you have legally purchased. Further down the article is a great set of facts describing the internet:
But P2P transfers, almost all of them copyright-infringing, now account for at least a third of all Internet traffic. Plus almost 10% for good old newsgroups, almost all of whose traffic, by volume, also breaks the law. YouTube accounts for about another 10% of all Net traffic all by itself.
One. Third. Of all internet traffic. Holy cow.
New from the Improv Everywhere crew: three agents took desktop computers and massive CRT tube monitors into Starbucks, then pretended to work on them just as you would with a laptop. I like the lady who “took the joke a step further” by putting the monitor and keyboard in her lap.
I want summer so badly I can barely contain myself. I mean, I can’t remember ever having pre-spring fever with this intensity. I day-dream about going outside without a protective covering of down, wool, and leather. Dimly, I remember a time when it was still light at 9pm and the warmth of the day lingered through leisurely dinners on patios. Tennis, running, basketball. Swimming holes, lawn sprinklers, sunburns.
Winter is great, but there’s just so much of it; this February/March time is just a brutal wait for warmth. So, (with apologies to and inspiration from the poetry of Mykala)… to pass the time, some language evocative of the coming summer:
Didactic Gaea
It’s not the sunlight, scattered across the surface of the lake
Nor is it the birdsong of clipped harmonies
Or the paddle, dipped into the satiny water
Left
Right
Left
Right
It is none of these things
It is the instrument we become
Resonating with our surroundings
Suspended by water
Struck by light
Caressed by twilight
… … …
Hopefully that won’t classify as “bad poetry, oh noetry,” but you never can be too sure.
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