“Nothing haunts us like the things we don’t say.”
— Mitch Albom
“We live in an age where we feel guilt whenever we have to cut someone off but the reality is that some relationships do need to die, some people do need to be unfollowed and defriended. We aren’t meant to be this tethered to the people in our past. The Internet mandates that we don’t burn bridges and keep everyone around like relics but those expectations are unrealistic and unhealthy. Simply put, we don’t need to know what everyone else is up to. We’re allowed to be choosy about who we surround ourselves with online and in real life, even if it might hurt people’s feelings.”
— Ryan O’Connell, You Don’t Have To Be Friends With Everybody
One hundred years ago on February 12, 1914, Abraham Lincoln’s 105th birthday, the cornerstone was laid on the Lincoln Memorial. A little more than eight years later it was completed and dedicated on May 30, 1922 with President Lincoln’s son, 79 year old Robert Todd Lincoln, attending the ceremony.
I wish I were this far away from here today.
“You have to burn something to make light.”
Angeline the Baker. A little out of tune.
“No two design firms are going to create the same logo for the same client, so a designer’s intuitive sensibility is always one of the reasons that we’re hired in the first place.”
“Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.”
— Matthew Broderick in Ferris Bueller, a quotein honor of today being by birthday.
“He cannot go on like this. He cannot sacrifice any more of his life to the principle that human beings should have to labour in misery for their bread, a principle he seems to adhere to though he has no idea where he picked it up.”
— Youth by J.M. Coetzee
Sifting through old photos and came across one that reminds me a lot more of spring than the -8° weather it’s supposed to be tomorrow morning.
Signed copy of Etna by Renato D’Agostin.
Nice little Riso-printed pamphlet by PAPress designer Benjamin English. Text originally from The Encyclopedia of Jazz, by Leonard Feather. This self-published booklet is for “educational purposes only”.