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Weekend Report
Apr. 8th, 2012 09:45 pmEaster dinner at my brother's house with my parents, and my brother's cat, Edison - my brother himself being in Atlanta, playing kickball.
Earlier in the week I'd given Dad a copy of D.A.: A Journal of the Printed Arts #69 on the strength of the lead article (by writer/illustrator Seth) having the word "vernacular design" in the title.
It turned out to be a good decision - that much I'd guessed after buying it when I read through the article, in which Seth first tries to identify elements in vintage publications which strike him as uniquely Canadian, and then in the jaw-dropping second half, describes how in his layout of The Collected Doug Wright he attempted to subliminally evoke the experience of visiting the Vimy Memorial.
Dad seems to have enjoyed it - he works in the print shop at a local pioneer museum and plans to lend it to a colleague there. He and Mom might also be going to a printers' convention later this year.
The roast beef was perfect (Mom had been worried about it - my brother's oven works but the thermometer doesn't).
Afterwards, she and I played chocolate Scrabble, which turned out to be harder than regular Scrabble as there aren't really enough tiles; I think the board might also have been smaller than a regulation Scrabble board.
Edison finally came downstairs when dark fell (he'd been enjoying a sunbeam in the west-facing bedroom), rubbed his face against people and furniture and deigned to play with his toy mouse.
Earlier in the week I'd given Dad a copy of D.A.: A Journal of the Printed Arts #69 on the strength of the lead article (by writer/illustrator Seth) having the word "vernacular design" in the title.
It turned out to be a good decision - that much I'd guessed after buying it when I read through the article, in which Seth first tries to identify elements in vintage publications which strike him as uniquely Canadian, and then in the jaw-dropping second half, describes how in his layout of The Collected Doug Wright he attempted to subliminally evoke the experience of visiting the Vimy Memorial.
Dad seems to have enjoyed it - he works in the print shop at a local pioneer museum and plans to lend it to a colleague there. He and Mom might also be going to a printers' convention later this year.
The roast beef was perfect (Mom had been worried about it - my brother's oven works but the thermometer doesn't).
Afterwards, she and I played chocolate Scrabble, which turned out to be harder than regular Scrabble as there aren't really enough tiles; I think the board might also have been smaller than a regulation Scrabble board.
Edison finally came downstairs when dark fell (he'd been enjoying a sunbeam in the west-facing bedroom), rubbed his face against people and furniture and deigned to play with his toy mouse.
