We had a large party for Andrew’s engagement last night and let me tell you, he was surprised. He and M. came up the stairs at BQE and stood shell-shocked as twenty of us clapped and hooted, then gave cards, presents, free drinks and handshakes that they accepted hesitantly but with grace. M. called her mom to describe the party; that was nice.

At the bar, an hour later:

Him: You’re going to post this aren’t you. Me: No way man. No way. Him: Yes you are. Me: Yeah, probably.

I woke up sick and tired – from a cold, mind you – but wanted to note the party anyway.

Another reason: An amusing though not laugh-out-loud bit on typography, that’s slightly related to the faults and imitators of design that falls from the same hand, and if skirmishes with the New York Times and the owner of said hand can be drawn from this odd fog of connections, then try this.