First off, am I the only one who is eternally resigned to picturing ‘mojo’ as the gelatinous sludge housed in a glass capsule from Austin Powers? Ok, just checking. Here’s the book’s cover:
Cover design by Mitch Bolton (click to visit his site)
Beautiful, right? Mysterious. Borderline esoteric. I was instantly led to dim my eyes and cross my legs while reading. It didn’t help. I couldn’t see and I cramped up.
Now. Let’s step into the smoky Mojo sauna. Continue reading
Who’s the guy who decided that the capital i and the lower-case L would be the exact same symbol in all my favorite fonts? Come on, man. I want to write “ill”, not an overzealous pause button.
And while we’re at it, could you please explain the difference between Helvetica and its French cousin, Helvetica Neue. How did you convince your boss that an infinitesimally thinner letter and a fancy name are worthy of precious kilobytes on my hard drive? You must contract out for college textbook publishers.
This video captures the raw, unbridled passion that went into the making of The Civil Wars’ track, Poison and Wine on their album Barton Hollow. The single’s (and the album’s) renowned producer Charlie Peacock talks gear, locations, and his evolving method of capturing a performance here in his description of the song’s production.
This site is busting at the seams with some great shots to freshen up your computer’s background image. A lot of them are just decent hyper-saturated inspirational poster type photos, but there are some keepers among the chaff. I’m using this one at the moment.
Check it out!
Robert Johnson is incontrovertibly one of the most important artists ever. This is where Rock & Roll comes from.
[I have no idea what some of the pictures are or mean. Like the rat…]
So it’s Friday. One more link in a long, winding tail of penultimates. Today I’m at Edgehill Cafe. Normally I’m less inclined to come here because the little mall they’re in just opened a pay lot, but I was lucky enough to find an open spot on the street.
It’s louder than normal today. Lots of handshakes and first impressions and enthusiastic conversations. Used coffee stirrers strewn about on tables like little bloody swords. One guy is studying; there’s a business meeting at my 2 o’clock. Dollars and words and hopes and caffeine all slosh together to the rhythm of the folksy tunes coming from the inconspicuous speakers on the walls.
The coffee is good. Nothing fancy, but rich and smooth enough to set it apart and make me get it again. There’s a wide assortment of organic teas and drinks, as well as a decent sized food menu.
The crowd is split. Half have Macs, half have PCs. [I rest firmly and confidently with the former and our silent solidarity is utterly beautiful. Stand strong, my friends.]
No sitting area is the same. I love this. The decor and furniture are as eclectic as the clientele. I’m in an old patio-looking chair with aged, ruggedly chipped orange paint and a stained white cushion. There’s an urban style wooden bar by the window with stools and lamps above. A long dining room table with ornate wood and leather chairs commands the middle of the room, balanced by a three-sided nook in the back corner with pillows and privacy. It’s basically one big room, as inviting as it is boisterous and as simple as it is dynamic.
But what keeps me coming back is the atmosphere it fosters. It’s not hyper cluttered or Manhattan-like busy like some shops, so I never feel rushed or like people are breathing down my neck to get up outta her’ (except for the two hour street parking). That, to me, is much more important than the coffee. And the barista taught me how to properly say “Au Lait”. What a sweetheart.
It’s becoming one of my favorite coffee shops, and you should definitely check it out.
Sevier Park, Nashville, TN
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