The Meaning of Favorite Medieval Fonts

I feel seen. I think the Brothers Hildebrandt Tolkien calendars of the late 1970s, which I know my father had, instilled in me a love for uncial fonts that had lasted to this day. Even now, I have several uncial and insular-style fonts installed on my computer. I’ve had more, but that was in myContinue reading “The Meaning of Favorite Medieval Fonts”

Tolstoy on the Three Great Stories

The great Russian novelist Leo Tolstoy before he died imparted some wisdom on the three great stories, which are the building blocks of all narrative. “All great literature is one of three stories,” writes Tolstoy. “A man goes on a journey, a stranger comes to town, and Godzilla vs Megashark.” How does this apply toContinue reading “Tolstoy on the Three Great Stories”

The Lighter Side of Life

A meme seen on Facebook by a number of friends, Keith R.A. DeCandido among them: Will somebody play, please! I want to see your answers and I’m tired of seeing political posts, bad news, or anything about gas prices!!! You’re next. Let’s lighten up! Favorite pie: Key Lime Pie Steak or Seafood: Steak Coke orContinue reading “The Lighter Side of Life”

On the Look and Feel of My Handwriting

I’m told that my handwriting looks like a girl’s handwriting. I can’t write in cursive. I forgot how to do so many, many years ago. Instead, my printing, which in high school had been crabby, jangly, and even a little jerky, began to transform into something a little more fluid, a little more open, aContinue reading “On the Look and Feel of My Handwriting”

On the Brutally Honest Personality Test

Because I love personality quizzes… Your result for The Brutally Honest Personality Test… Pollyanna- INFP 20% Extraversion, 80% Intuition, 27% Thinking, 20% Judging So, you want to make the world a better place? Too bad it’s never gonna happen. Of all the types, you have to be one of the hardest to find fault in.Continue reading “On the Brutally Honest Personality Test”

On Being Inside Another’s Head

At the subway station tonight, I climbed the six flights of stairs to the Beetle, unlocked the door, sat down, put the key in the ignition, and turned. The radio came on. I heard not a song but a commercial for American Idol. Tonight, the show was in Las Vegas. And the Idolators were goingContinue reading “On Being Inside Another’s Head”