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A Tribute to a Great Artist: Steve Jobs | Lloyd Reynolds
As one of (Lloyd Reynolds') students, the type-designer Chuck Bigelow, has explained, in summarizing Reynolds' teachings:
"When you write in an italic hand, you are making the same kinds of motions that Queen Elizabeth I made when she practiced Chancery Cursive as a teenager; the same motions as Poggio Bracciolini, a fifteenth-century chancellor of Florence; the same motions as Michelangelo. And if you write in a Carolingian hand, you are making the same moves as the notable scribes that Charlemagne assembled in his court in the late eighth century: Alcuin of York, Peter of Pisa, Theodulf the Visigoth, Paul the deacon, and Dungal the Irishman."
"When you write in an italic hand, you are making the same kinds of motions that Queen Elizabeth I made when she practiced Chancery Cursive as a teenager; the same motions as Poggio Bracciolini, a fifteenth-century chancellor of Florence; the same motions as Michelangelo. And if you write in a Carolingian hand, you are making the same moves as the notable scribes that Charlemagne assembled in his court in the late eighth century: Alcuin of York, Peter of Pisa, Theodulf the Visigoth, Paul the deacon, and Dungal the Irishman."
Lloyd Reynolds, background with glasses, established a course on calligraphy at Reed College.
When designing the first Macintosh computer, Steve Jobs remembered his calligraphy course at Reed College and built it all into the Mac. "It was the first computer with beautiful typography," said Jobs.
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Monday, January 03, 2022
Compliment
Early this afternoon, the Twins and I went on a short walk into a park up in the foothills near the house so we could fly one of their drones.
Almost immediately after take-off, the freakin Reno hurricane winds took it crashing directly into some rocky scrub - on a foothill with an 80-degree incline! - about 100 yards away. We did a brief search but with all the snow lately the ground was super soft sand combined with softball size rocks. Perfect for a concussion or compound fracture. I told the Grrlz "No, no, and maybe...no."
So we drove back home to the sounds of sniffling and whimpering tweens. They acted like they lost a pet goldfish.
An hour later one of em came down pleading to see if we could go back up and look one more time. There was still enough light, so I said "sure".
Fast forward.....as the Grrlz walked ahead, I saw the drone down the sandy hill. I grabbed, clawed my way back up with the *%@! prize and limped triumphantly to the Grrlz. They were ecstatic.
In the car on the way home Millie said "Daddy, you're a son-of-a-bitch."
Me (not angry, but comically confused) "What?"
Millie: "I saw that when someone does something amazing, you call them a son-of-a-bitch."
Me nodding: "Thank you, Honey"
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