My brother is coming to visit this weekend. He called yesterday and said “What are you doing this weekend? I have to be in Nebraska later this week, and next week. Instead of flying back to DC for the weekend, I thought I’d come to Houston.” I was a little confused, since he has to fly either way, but maybe he just wants to go somewhere different. In any case — my brother is coming to visit this weekend! That will be fun. He’s only been here once, when I was still a co-op in…2000? I think. I have no idea what we’ll do, since I didn’t have any plans, but I hope Brian doesn’t mind if I abandon him for my long run and bike. Maybe he’ll be interested in going to the zoo on Saturday with the photobloggers. We’ll see.
I just hope he’s not coming full of hopes of meeting Jose, since Jose will be in Corpus. 🙁
I had class last night. We had to show-and-tell a piece of typography that taught us something about the subject. I took one of my Harry Potter books, to prove the point that fonts are a large part of identity, so we should choose them wisely such that they enhance the feel and message and tone. Can you imagine Harry Potter typed in plain old Times New Roman or Helvetica? Or even something like Comic Sans? I think not! I could type anything in the “Harry Potter font” and though you might not recognize it from the books and movies, you’d probably react with a “…something about that looks familiar…” Why? Because it’s become part of Harry Potter’s identity. It was well-designed. I’m not saying that the books became popular because of the font (though wouldn’t that be funny!), but I am saying that the font enhances the book. For less-well-known books, font (and overall cover design) is even more important. Just because we’re told not to judge a book by its cover doesn’t mean that we follow that advice.
I ran last night after class; the cold rain again forced me inside onto the treadmill. Whennnnnn is it going to stop raining? If I wanted more than a week straight of rain, I would’ve moved to Seattle. Anyway — I did 4 miles on the treadmill in 45:48. That’s a mile at 5 mph, followed by a mile at 5.5 mph, and repeat. I run slower on the treadmill, and I am finally just deciding to accept that. I don’t know why (temperature? boredom? just less comfortable?), but I am always slower. And seem to fatigue faster. Who knows. On the biking front, my new bike trainer is in transit, but UPS says the scheduled delivery is next Tuesday. Argh! I really thought it would be here by the weekend. Bummer.