Weekend by the numbers

0 miles driven
0.4 of the car excavated (the last street cleaning of the year is Tuesday, so I have to have it out by then!)
1 game of Cities and Knights
1 hour shoveling
2 parties
2 feet of snow (involving an almost unimaginable number of snowflakes)
2 sore quadriceps
3 loaves of spiced pecan bread
5 trays of vegan spice cookies
7 mini jars of mango-cranberry jam
9 miles walked

Hm. On balance, an odd weekend.

Help! Channeling Powell's!

It was one of those old typography-genre films. There were some older, traditional fonts working through their regular workdays, when a brash, newer font ripped through, shooting and looting. Of course, the theme music for this scene was "I shot the serif".

We interrupt this post to remind readers that most sans-serif fonts are completely law-abiding, and the actions of a few should not reflect on the many solid, sober, sans-serif fonts working tirelessly in books and web pages across the world.

Letters are so impressive, being so gymnastic (think of the balance required by every T, never falling over at the beginning of a sentence), mentally focused (I have yet to see an i that has wavered in concentration and let its dot drop, all the while managing to appear correctly in all sorts of words), and reflective (H, for instance, has both horizontal and vertical axes of symmetry), among all their other qualities. Oh, and let's not forget the shyness of Q, who made an appearance here anyway.

Anyone remember that 70s dance master, Sheik Yerbutay?