The human world is going to hell—if it’s not there already—but our animals still need us. No fonts today. Long post.
Walking your dogs and petting your cats (and other critters) helps both them and you
I miss my kitty “socializing” at the SF SPCA
The Fear Free® training program was helpful for me
From the soothing effect of watching fish in a tank to the warm wiggliness of a guinea pig to the calming reaction to petting a dog or cat, and then the frisson of sensation as the cat bites you, animals provide an important presence of unconditional love in many of our lives. And they inspire us to give them unconditional love back. Right now we need them, and they need us, more than ever. With many of us staying home from work or school, if we can, pets are receiving an unexpected but welcome bonanza of attention.
In San Francisco, we’ve been under “shelter in place” orders since Tuesday, March 17; just a few days but it feels longer. Taking breaks from worrying about the terrible and undoubtedly soon-to-be-worse pandemic apocalypse, shortage of PPE for our beleaguered medical staff and first responders, governmental clusterfuck of inaction and bad information—where was I, right, taking breaks—to pet and play with our animals can help reduce our considerable stress, and enhance the bond between us and them. Animals pick up on our stress too, so you can reassure them with petting, exercise and (occasional) treats.
Golly gosh, folks, this Sunday, March 8 is International Women’s Day! Isn’t it neat that they let us ladies have a whole day to ourselves? And a whole month to ourselves too? One out of twelve is just nifty! In any case, I thought I’d celebrate the day’s novel status with some typography for this, my cute li’l typography blog, and look for women-oriented fonts.
Yes, today isoops, six days ago was Valentine’s Day, the American holiday compelling those with partners to give expensive pink and red gifts to their sweetheart(s). Also in the offing: chocolates, flowers, lavish diamond jewelry, marriage proposals. Obligatory! Compulsory! And of course if one does not have a partner(s), one is a failure as a human being, a disappointment, a loser. Hang your head in shame!
Here’s something fun to do that might take your mind off the madness:
Sunday, December 22 at 04:19 Universal Time is this year’s winter or summer solstice! (Former: Northern Hemisphere; latter: Southern Hemisphere.) UT is 8 hours ahead of Pacific Time, so for here in San Francisco the solstice is Saturday, December 21 at 8:19 pm.
Next: science! Wait, don’t run away, this is cool. Due to the tilt of Earth’s axis while we orbit our beloved Sun, we have seasons: periods of greater or lesser daylight and warmth. Combined with other atmospheric phenomena, we have rain, snow, dryness, wind. All the stuff! Yay tilt!
The word solstice is derived from the Latinsol (“sun”) and sistere (“to stand still”), because at the solstices, the Sun’s declination appears to “stand still”; that is, the seasonal movement of the Sun’s daily path (as seen from Earth) stops at a northern or southern limit before reversing direction.
Below are an orbit diagram and a solstice closeup, for the more visually oriented of us. Scroll to the very bottom for a chart with exact times.
And because I am me, I’ve curated for you three very different typefaces called “Solstice”—or in one case, “Solstice of Suffering.” If anyone can explain that name to me, please feel free. Peak suffering, after which the suffering wanes, only to be reborn again in six months? It all seems a bit dubious. In any case, scroll partway down for those.
Sunday, January 19th, 2020, is the 48th anniversary of my father’s death. He died at just 59, when I was nine. He’d had a bad stroke two years before, and, in the days before early intervention in stroke patients prevented or ameliorated effects, was paralyzed on his left side and lost the ability to speak. His mind was as sharp as ever though, and the loss of ability to speak or write (he was left-handed, like all us five children) must have been horrendous. I remember him nevertheless being able to teach me the meaning, spelling—and, somehow, pronunciation—of two new grown-up words: “solder” and “cerulean.”
Today is my father’s birthday: Maurice Ginzler. He was born (one of seven children) in 1912 (ten-eleven-twelve) so he’d be 107 today. Right now there’s a family reunion going on in Florida and there was a slideshow this morning of photos various relatives had amassed. I video conferenced and saw photos of him that I’d seen before, and a few I hadn’t. Pretty cool.
Thanks to Jimmy Ginzler, Ron Ginzler, Terri Ginzler Westerdale, Robert Rubenstein and Carolyn Simon for helping identify people in photos, and for clarifying comments on the text.
Did you know that Grand Theft Auto and The Price is Right use the same typeface? Totally awesome. It’s Pricedown Black (see below) from font house Typodermic. I discovered this using WhatTheFont, a great online tool that helps you find out what typeface a particular type sample uses. You upload an image, ascertain which characters it displays, and the WhatTheFont bot gives you its best guesses. Alternately, “let cloak-draped font enthusiasts lend a hand in the WhatTheFont Forum.” WTF has enlightened me many times.
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