Cynics

Iocnm LogoPer request, the International Organization of Cynics, Ne’er-Do-Wells, and Misanthropes has re-opened their Cafe Press store. Don’t forget to join!

I designed this logo many years ago for a friend. At the time, I was working as a designer for the region’s largest provider of labor-union identity goods, and this design is a sort of in-joke based on the many, many serious designs I produced for local labor unions over that several year period. I still see many of these designs in circulation today and I am really pretty proud of this work. To date, it appears to be my longest-lasting contribution to Northwest society. When I was a kid, I was deeply fascinated by logos in general and the logos of labor unions and military units in particular. To me, these appeared to be survivals of a heraldic tradition that was otherwise lost.

While the actual ties of these insignia to genuine medieval heraldry is at best debatable, I don’t think it’s inaccurate to characterize the insignia as used as such. Believing this allowed me to be pretty effective, I think, in designing, redesigning and rehabilitating the logos that these labor organizations use to express a shorthand visual identity.

The personal highlight of this came in 1999, on the first day of the WTO protests, when a huge labor march coincided with the less-disciplined activists to produce a crowd of over a hundred thousand in downtown Seattle’s streets. Many, probably most, of the labor union locals that were present that day were from the Pacific Northwest, and almost every one of them was wearing jackets or hats or carrying banners or signs with art that I had created. Thousands of people, using the art I had made for them in the way I had hoped to see it used. I’m grateful for the rare privilege of actually observing this in person.

Mouse Madness

Five years ago, I picked up a pair of first-generation 3.x MS Intellimouse Explorers. In the business move on Friday, one was crushed.

“No problem,” I cheerily thought. “I’ll just pick up the most recent discontinued Explorer on eBay or in a store locally.” I did locate one, but to my horror, the crisp scroll wheel had been replaced by a mushy thing referred to as the “tilt-wheel.” The tilt-wheel lacked tactile feedback and was notably less precise than the clicky-wheel on my five-year-old rodent. In fact, it lacked precision to an extent that I was actually able to roll the wheel without scrolling the front-most screen window at all; the wheel simply ignored fine input and only responded to gross input. Terrible, and unnecessarily fingerstraining. Without tactile feedback we tense our muscles. The mushy tilt-wheel is a ruination, pure and simple.

Ms Intellimouse Exp4 Big

Further drawing oaths from me is the now apparently industry-standard placement of the left-side dual thumb buttons above the thumb’s resting location. In the 4.0 version of the Explorer that I used, they were actually on a protruding ridge above the thumb groove – another recipe for musclestrain.

The mouse that I have looks like this:

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Apparently, the large-size thumb-buttons came under fire for being to easy to hit, and the mouse was revised to look like this:

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Several hours of eBay combing, and it’s this latter revision I can locate. I suppose I’ll order one, but I don’t have high hopes for it. The original version is the only mouse I’ve ever had that did not create unbearable musclestrain. I am not a happy person at the moment.

RIP Jason Sprinkle

The PI’s Buzzworthy notes the death of Jason Sprinkle, who instigated a bookended pair of guerilla art projects here in Seattle. I read the obit in the paper today, and I felt quite sad as I read the news. Sprinkle’s first art prank, a ball-and-chain attached to the foot of SAM’s Hammering Man downtown (to my surprise, over a decade ago) still makes me chuckle. His last, a too-successful work which resulted in a full-blown terror scare, still makes me shake my head in disgust over the irresponsibly paranoiac response of the city and law-enforcement authorities.

Revealingly, I learned much more about the artist in the obituary than in any of the articles I enjoyed concerning his works at the time of their execution.

bloglore

I wrote a 500-word-plus meditation on the changing fortunes of Broadway in my neighborhood today. I was sitting in Cafe Septieme waiting for Viv, watching the street as cloudburst after cloudburst cycled between sun and wet. Alas for me, my Palm-based blog app lacks an autosave and due to a moment of inattention on my part, poof, away it went.

Our old neighbors Shawna and Christian walked in while we were there with their one-year old. I did not recognize them at first – the baby might have had something to do with it. I forgot to ask about Mavis, darn it.

Finally, Greg reminded me that I should be reading Stacey’s blog, having badgered her into it over the past couple of years. He’s right, I need to, but due to insane business at work and in real life, my blog reading has been much curtailed of late.

Update – he’s doubly right, Stacey’s got the makings of a great blogger. Her posts are clearly unfiltered internal narrative; it sounds like her talking on the page. Hm, I probably have an obligation here to do some basic blog-lore education.

Man, how weird is that! Blog-lore! There is clearly such a thing, and I can recall when there wasn’t!

records

Unbelievable week at work. I asked an acquaintance to lend a hand, and he came through, big time. Sadly, I can’t really blog about it. I can say that we are busier than we were at Christmastime. I am sooo tired. I’m kinda bummed that I am behind on some of my stuff for the magazine because the day job is so time consuming at the moment.

Submarine

Manuel and I were plotting the upcoming deeds of the League last night, and several possibilties arose, beyond the previously suggested karaoke festival. We bruited about the possibility of quenching our unending thirst in venues appropriate to the august heritage of our organization, to wit:

  1. Commandeering a submarine (gotta hurry!)
  2. Employing our private aeroplane
  3. A secret underground lair
  4. A cavern of ice
  5. The bridge of our space cruiser

In addition, we realized that there are a range of potential locations for a secret lair that were previously scouted by Mr. Wanskasmith which are too secret, too draped in the mantle of national security, to be aired in this venue. The cold, hard light of day reveals that there are some further possibilities.

  1. our private presidential rail-car
  2. the sumptuous League mansion
  3. the vast League data center
  4. a long-abandonded ghost town
  5. our skyscraper clubroom

It’s clear that some of these venues are less easy to locate than others. Where possible, I have linked to the physical location under consideration. I think an ideal venture would involve stopping in one or more of these venues and also sampling the local saloon-keeper’s ware in locales where saloons might be available.

Finally, as I joked with Manuel about bylaws, I felt compelled to speak on the topic of E Clampus Vitus, something I am about half-informed on. I understand the Clampers to have been organized by California gold miners in service of the goal of producing a horse-drawn combination steam-powered still and laundry machine to be delivered to the gold miners at the diggins, a place where booze and laundry were in short supply.

A history seen on a Clamper site condradicts this account, but affirms the status of Clamperdon as a drinking society. Another history appears to confirm the first. A Clampers chapter was working on constructing a contemporary Hurlothrumbo.

As I have it, the miners collected a patch of dough and sent it off to San Francisco in the company of one of their number, one Joshua Norton. Eventually, he did return with the machine. Later, he was better known as Emperor Norton I.

My interpretation was close, but no cigar. The Clampers actually sent someone down to pay a call on Norton, at that time a successful entrepeneur who had already disassembled his ship, the Hurlothrumbo, to use the boiler in a laundry service at the diggins. The Clampers bought the boiler from Norton specified that the boiler was to be moved to the diggins atop a wagon that incorporated “a steam engine, bar, humidor, kitchen and baths.” It was constructed and delivered as promised.

The Clampers still meet today.

Sunny, but pouring

This week, we have been so swamped at work that we have actually shipped a higher volume of orders than we did at the peak of Christmas. Apparently, this bolus is not limited to our retail traffic.

On Wednesday, a freelance gig came in on the answering machine – I’m still evaluating the labor requirements versus my free time before committing. Any readers out there with current downtime and agency production experience coding HTML, please drop a line in case I need to pass. It’s not a hard job, but may require more time than I have available. You will need to have Photoshop and Dreamweaver and Fireworks and should have experience creating HTML under an art director or within an advertising and design agency as a production person. If you haven’t in the past, this is most definitely not the job to learn on.

The other gig is an experienced developer position at a well-known local house that provides varying levels of end-user with real estate tools. The toolkit was specifically identified as ‘open-source’ and name-checked PHP, MySQL, etc., etc. It’s a gig that’s too dev-oriented for my skillset, but surely there are candidates out there reading this.

Naturally, this is also the week that the third issue of the magazine is in planning. Most happily, my editor and I knocked out the content definition stuff in about twenty minutes on Tuesday night.

Additionally, I call your attention once again to the Siffblog, which is ginning up. The contributors over there last year had a great time and I know I very much enjoyed reading the blog. A group blog about a film festival the size of SIFF might be expected to provide some amusement.

Finally, I jimmied the header link set, my sidebar, and this blog’s about page to more effectively reflect my current range of activities.

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One thousand orders awaited us on arrival at work on Monday morning. We shipped about 350. Blogging will suffer.