Haiku and the Hobo Project

My love of words extends to the shape of the letters, and I do have my favorite typefaces. Unapologetically, Hobo is one of my all-time faves. I always hear people knocking it, but I love its wonkiness. The shape is silly, whimsical, and instantly recognizable. It pops out everywhere I go — like Typos, but you’ll see those on Mondays. I see it pretty much everywhere, so I started documenting it. I call it the Hobo Project. It’s about the Hobo typeface, but if it makes you think of homelessness, good because that’s something to think about.

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living the dream

Way back in the Nineteen Seventies, my granddad quit smoking cigarettes. He said doctors had sufficiently proven to him that cigarettes caused cancer, and he said that anyone who still smoked the things was a fool. He explained that quitting wasn't hard. All he had to worry about was that first cigarette of the day. All he had to do was not smoke that first one.

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After the Climax is the Denouement

When I started this blog mini-series, I said that I wanted to know what it was like to be a taxi driver, and now I feel like I had a good taste. It was just as fun as I had imagined to meet and interact with the full spectrum of people in my town. At moments, it was also as terrifying as I had imagined. The worst ride ever, even worse than almost getting shot, even worse than listening to passengers puke in the gutter, even worse than all of it, was Jordan.

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