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Sybaritic Aesthete

A shadowy flight into the dangerous world of a man...who does not exist

Name:
Elocution Safari
Birthdate:
3 June 1973
Location:
Boston
It all began with Near Letter Quality Sans Serif, which was the best looking (out of 4) font on my Panasonic 9-pin dot matrix printer. It took 20 minutes to print one fan fold sheet, and made the paper curl from the impact of those tiny hot pins, but it was almost letter quality; it bravely tried to cast off the stalwart and utilitarian mantle of dot-matrixhood.

In high school I met Chicago, that intrepid muscular sentry of the Macintosh interface. Though the Mac has moved on to greener and considerably more anti-aliased pastures, Chicago stood stoutly on the menubar for over 15 years. It was there on the Mac that I learned the Cardinal Numbers of Fontology: 9, 12, 14, 18, 24, 36. As the years passed, I dug into the true power of Mac graphics and learned about the lust and rage that is PostScript. As I played with (what was then Aldus, does anybody remember Aldus?) FreeHand and a syphilitic Apple LaserWriter Plus I saw the wonder of vectors. And what love I then found for Avant Garde with its clean lines and perfect smooth circles.

But time passed, I grew, and matured, and went to college. Three women lived across the hall from me, one with a Mac+ that had problems. I, of course, sorted them all out and in return got all of her PostScript fonts. Chief among them was Belwe. Though not as well known as those that have come before, it was strong, yet ornamented with enough flair to make it interesting. After I graduated I became obsessed with Futura especially extra bold. It showed up in many of my web designs. Now my adulation falls to Verdana, the boon of any coder who must stare at unadorned text all the live long day. It is clean with no cruddy serifs wasting valuable pixels when I'm trying to fit as much text on screen as possible.

So ends my History To This Point, more typefaces will be added as the vicissitudes of life lead me through type-infested waters.

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