I keep a Windows machine around for testing and Powerpoint. The latter only has features on the PC version, like customizing default fonts in a file. That might not seem like a big deal, but it prevents lots of bad things from happening.
I don’t have to fire up the machine often, so each time all these notifications slide in and warn of outdated software. After doing my business I went ahead and clicked on the updates and a bit later was running Windows 11.
The new centered taskbar and removal of the start menu feels very Mac-like. Other than that, there’s an overall sophistication to the UI at a cursory glance—it feels polished and zippy (which macOS could use).
Even the Edge browser is nice. It feels like Chrome, but with a different person looking over your shoulder.
Seattle’s Piroshky Piroshky has been on the road celebrating their 30th anniversary with pop-ups across the country.
I remember enjoying their hand pies on a trip to the Pacific Northwest that sadly isn’t captured in this journal, but there is a big mess of photos on Exposure.
Walked 20 minutes to grab a box and 20 minutes back.
Robert was heading back from a European holiday and needed someone to check on the pups.
I took this as an opportunity to grab the big fern from Northside I’ve managed to keep alive for some years but hadn’t moved over to the new place.
Mom had me take this fern one winter as it hogged up too much space. So I’d care for it through the cold months and bring it back to her porch each summer.
In other news, Robert’s vegetable garden is looking really good. (I’m hoping to score some tomatoes and peppers.)
Robert’s vegetable gardenUpdate: Fern successfully placed on porch. 🤞
New skill: Prevent water gushing from a hole in a basement wall during a rainstorm. Thanks to YouTube, I think it worked…
The patch held up over the next rain, but new leaks have cropped up on another wall. The joys of whack-a-mole home ownership!
The weather was supposed to be much worse with hail and high winds today, but it fizzled out and we were spared anything major.
Closed out the evening watching the last episode of the season for SNL where Kate McKinnon, Andy Bryant, Pete Davidson and Kyle Mooney bid adieu. A solid run by all, but shaking things up seems prudent.
Whenever attending a concert at Riverbend I’m reminded of a first job, working concessions a few years after the venue opened. I was on food prep behind a grill. It was hot, somewhat grueling and also? Pretty darn exciting. Live music was echoing all around. I wished I could’ve worked the registers but you had to be 18 because of beer sales—also? They got tips!
One of the cushier jobs was parking attendant, where you could spend most of the day reading books and work on your tan.
Regardless of position, the best part was getting cut early so you could watch whatever band was playing from the lawn.
I did some research to see if maybe I worked a Tears for Fears show back in the day, but alas, both those loops through Cincy brought them to the Timberwolf stage at Kings Island.
This was their first show on the tour and their first time performing since 2019. They sounded great, mixing old and new songs with a tight backing band. (And I would fathom a few pre-recorded tracks.)
Garbaged opened the whole affair up and also put on a solid show, with a few new covers mixed in to lighten things up.
An outdoor show feels solid in these moments. Hope a few more shows end up on the calendar.
(No clue how the phone image got doubled above, but I wish accidents like that happened more often.)
I watched CODA last night—the first Oscar for Best Picture awarded to a streaming service that spent oodles of money at Sundance to get distribution rights.
I would have given the award to Dune because it was something special, but CODA was an extra good coming of age movie—it just felt like it was filmed for the Lifetime channel.
I lost track of how many times I got teary eyed.
This is a movie about family and challenges, but it’s also about music, and having a hard teacher that believes in you. It also has a few powerful hooks. When the credits rolled, all I could think about were the teachers that pushed me (against my will sometimes) to become better.
Mr. Kick with his passion for music and enforcing the physicality and mental focus required to vocalize.
Ms. McKenney coerced us to write better, edit wiser and tell stories.
Ms. Bird taught math and somehow made it engaging, but it was her love of technology that really stoked the fire. She taught me how to use a computer as a design tool.
Frau Hatfield championed understanding different cultures and expanding our worldview. She developed one of the first study abroad programs at our high school. That semester in Germany changed how I viewed, well, everything. (The bread alone was worth the trip.)
Paul Nini laid out the principles of design and kept humanity at the core of it at OSU.
Shirley Olsen was unwavering when it came to the nuance and power of typography.
Robert Abbott taught me how to build context and reason into interfaces.
I look back on this list and realize, there are lots more folks that have taught me things since the days of school and my first job. But there’s also this realization that I need to seek out new opportunities to expand, learn new things and push myself outside of comfort.
This book was an unexpected surprise. I had seen the Kickstarter for this history of iOS icons and filed it away and promptly forgotten about it. If I don’t set a reminder for something, it simply disappears.
Luckily Andrew was on top of things and picked up an extra copy. When he showed it to me we went through every single page. A lot of “I remember that one!” and general marveling at how well the whole book is presented and organized by era, theme, designer and even color.
Every once in a while there are profiles of designers and discussion of how icons are created and how they’ve evolved.
An awesome snapshot in time and great addition to the library.
Artist spotlight of The Icon FactoryVarious music apps