Also: violent fantasies about exterminating frat-boy types on metro train. Sometimes it's fun to believe that other people don't have a right to exist.
Last night, I dreamt of a new typeface. It was called "Genius" and in crispness and lively legibility, surpassed all faces before it.
Work chugs along on Tinysides. Should have 1-5 bound and ready to ship by next week. It all depends on how much binding I can stand before I go around poking other people's eyes out with the needles.
Text has been received for Tinysides 6-10, and we're on our way with 11-15. I will probably close submissions soon. I need to dig my way out from under the backlog I've got already.
The other day, I got my first professional book-cover design gig. Hee!
They lied when they said you could see the fireworks from my balcony, so we trooped down East Capitol Street until we got a partial view. These were not half as cool or in the spirit as the fireworks down at Lincoln Park -- a testament to creative anarchy, as every family in the neighborhood gathered to light off an array of fountains, bottle rockets, roman candles, and a variety of other things which are completely illegal in D.C. No order was observed, and both participants and spectators appeared to be in imminent danger of fiery projectiles. We sat on the statue of Lincoln and watched the other end of the park disappear in a haze of smoke.
I sent everyone home with care packages of chili and pasta salad. Huzzah! And now back to work.