![Early one morning, while on the bus reading To Kill A Mockingbird, I fell in love with a font. My mind turned from Atticus Finch to Verdana. Like the charged air before a storm, I could sense the change in the ink’s pallor and earthy perfume. Suddenly, Boo Radley was represented not by the words so much as the words’ specific genetic makeup, its design DNA.
So I delicately followed the sensual curves of the S in Scout. The spaces between the letters in her name became tiny breaths connecting all fragments to the single heartbeat of the entire word, on through the cardiac rhythm of the entire sentence, working in concert with the white space on the rest of the page, forming the visceral makeup of the overall story.
As I’m climbing off the bus, I think, “Verdana is the typeface next door. It’s a font that will hold hands with the eye, emotion and sweat blooming ad infinitum. I’m tired of the exotic fonts like Braggadocio and Haettenschweiler. They’re high maintenance and cavalier, sans versatility and elegance. It is time to settle down with a solid font like this Verdana.”
We decided to form an everlasting union and elope right away. Family wouldn’t have understood, so we had a small ceremony in a cozy bookstore that night, away from the scorn and poor kerning of others. It was everything we’d hoped, intimate and romantic and legible. Our wedding night was bold and on point. Verdana tickled my fingers with every letter of “The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog.”
Without the love story, I probably would have skipped the exhibit anyway. I’m just that type.
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Early one morning, while on the bus reading To Kill A Mockingbird, I fell in love with a font. My mind turned from Atticus Finch to Verdana. Like the charged air before a storm, I could sense the change in the ink’s pallor and earthy perfume. Suddenly, Boo Radley was represented not by the words so much as the words’ specific genetic makeup, its design DNA.
So I delicately followed the sensual curves of the S in Scout. The spaces between the letters in her name became tiny breaths connecting all fragments to the single heartbeat of the entire word, on through the cardiac rhythm of the entire sentence, working in concert with the white space on the rest of the page, forming the visceral makeup of the overall story.
As I’m climbing off the bus, I think, “Verdana is the typeface next door. It’s a font that will hold hands with the eye, emotion and sweat blooming ad infinitum. I’m tired of the exotic fonts like Braggadocio and Haettenschweiler. They’re high maintenance and cavalier, sans versatility and elegance. It is time to settle down with a solid font like this Verdana.”
We decided to form an everlasting union and elope right away. Family wouldn’t have understood, so we had a small ceremony in a cozy bookstore that night, away from the scorn and poor kerning of others. It was everything we’d hoped, intimate and romantic and legible. Our wedding night was bold and on point. Verdana tickled my fingers with every letter of “The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog.”
Without the love story, I probably would have skipped the exhibit anyway. I’m just that type.
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