Switching from em to rem

In addition to changing the wordmark, I made the switch from em to rem unit for my typographic control after a Slack discussion with my former colleagues at Vassar. I used em for scalability and inheritance, but em could cause compounding sizing. Using rem seems to avoid the headache; therefore, I might as well making the switch.

After reading Robin Rendle’s note, I added this new CSS element on all my headings:

h1, h2, h3, h4, h5, h6 {
  text-wrap: balance;
}

I am not seeing the effect yet, but I hope it will just work in the future once browsers support it. It’s not a big deal. I still like to tinker around this site as often as I could.

I am in the middle of listening to John Gruber talking with Jason Kottke about web design, Movable Type, and web development. I have tremendous respect for them on how they could turn their blogs into full-time jobs. I am not sure about Jason, but John is doing pretty darn well with the sponsorships on both his site and podcast. I don’t subscribe to their RSS feeds. I just check their homepages every once in a while. I can’t keep up with John’s podcast either. I only check in once in while for something special, like the latest episode about Kottke.org turns 25. That is quite a milestone. Congrats, Jason.

Phép bí ẩn của mẹ

Vài tháng gần đây có sự thay đổi trong công việc khiến tôi căng thẳng, thậm chí chán nản. Tôi tự khuyên mình đừng lo xa quá chuyện gì đến sẽ đến. Những gì ngoài tầm tay mình thì cũng không thay đổi được gì. Nhưng làm sao không lo ngại khi tôi còn có trách nhiệm nuôi sống gia đình.

Đôi lúc cũng tâm sự với bà xã về một số vấn đề tôi đang đối diện nhưng rồi lại ngại khiến thêm một người phải lo âu. Người ngoài cuộc cũng không giúp đỡ được gì. Thôi thì cứ tiếp tục đến đâu hay đến đó. Khi một cánh cửa này đóng lại sẽ có cánh cửa khác mở ra. Hy vọng là vậy.

Tuần vừa rồi trước khi bước vào cuộc họp, tôi vẫn bâng khuâng không biết chuyện gì sẽ xảy ra. Tôi cũng đã chuẩn bị tinh thần và tự nhắc nhủ mình rằng dù chuyện gì xảy ra cũng phải giữ bình tĩnh. Đừng để cảm xúc của chính mình làm mình mất đi lý lẽ. Đã có một số chuyện không tốt đẹp xảy ra khi tôi không tự kiềm chế được cảm xúc của chính mình. Tôi không muốn điều đó lại tái diễn.

Bỗng nhiên tôi nghĩ ngay đến mẹ. Tôi xin mẹ giúp đỡ cho tôi nhưng tôi không biết yêu cầu mẹ giúp đỡ điều gì. Thế rồi cuộc họp diễn ra và kết quả êm đềm hơn những gì tôi tưởng tượng. Mọi chuyện coi như cũng tạm ổn. Tôi cảm thấy thoải mái hơn một chút cho dù tương lai không thể biết được. Một lần nữa, phép bí ẩn của mẹ đã giúp tôi vượt qua một khó khăn trong cuộc sống. Cám ơn mẹ nhiều.

The Symmetry of Fish

The head of the fish thuds
into the kitchen sink

with a splash of lettuced water.
She says, Not this. Don’t

marry the head or anyone
too cunning.
She saws the knife

through the tail. The muscle
springs. Not a man

who doesn’t have a brain.
There’s no meat there.

As I walk through fish markets
lined with skinned goats,

their heads on the tables,
the finned bellies glisten under

the dusty sun, jutting
proudly blue and silver.

My mother’s voice asks me
if I understand, if I’ll resist

the smooth talk from the fish’s
mouth, his fanned tail swaying,

gifting a breeze on the back
of my neck. I prod the slick,

elastic skin, pierce him with two
fingers, and eat around the bones.

Su Cho

Identity Crisis

This blog is having an identity crisis. I changed the wordmark once again.

I am still using DJR’s Megazoid, but I am not doing any customization. I am playing around with the shade. I am taking it back to the old school. Since I made the logo filling up the browser, I had to remove the big hero typography at the top. I brought it to thee bottom instead. Now I have both big top and bottom.

It’s nice to have a personal blog I can play with the design. I don’t have to take the branding too seriously. I am digging this direction for now, but I can change it tomorrow, next month, or next year. We’ll see how it goes.

The End of Skiing Season

Yesterday was the last day of the season at Roundtop. With rain and warm temperatures, Roundtop held on as long as it could. The trails were brown and slushy, but they were still skiable. I was snowboarding fine. I was disappointed with Mother Nature more than the resorts.

It doesn’t seem like we will get any snow this year. On top of that, the temperatures had risen as high as 70 degrees (Fahrenheit). The artificial snow was melting fast. Despite the terrible conditions, I managed to make the most out of my Epic pass this year. I hit the trails as many times as I could. I set out to learn snowboarding and I achieved my goal.

Learning to snowboard was a steep challenge for skiers who wanted to make the transition. I fell so many times and my feet were so uncomfortable, but I stuck with it. I progressed from the bunny slope to the double black diamond terrain in one season.

In retrospect, I tried to advance too quickly. I didn’t spend enough time on the green trails to get better with my turns. I started to learn quick turns so I could go down the double black. I pivoted my back foot to control my speed and it became a habit I needed to break on my heel side. Even on mellow terrains, I kept kicking my foot forward to slow myself down before I could make my toe turns. I had done as much as I could and I had progressed to where I wanted to be, but I wish I could spend more time on the trials to learn to ride better.

My focus for this season has been on snowboarding. I skied less and didn’t pick up any new skills. I still wanted to learn carving on skis, but couldn’t get to it. I encouraged Đạo and Xuân to learn carving as well, but I was not on my skis to work with them. As a result, they skied with the skills they already have and not picking up any new techniques. I am fine with them enjoying themselves, but they seemed to get a bit bored. Once they could reach the double black diamond slope, they had nowhere else to go. If they don’t learn new skills, they just ski down hill again and again.

I encouraged Xuân to learn snowboarding together with me, but he stayed with skiing so he could go fast with his brothers and cousins. He ended up not getting past the point where he stopped falling. Snowboarding is no longer a passion for Đán. He is already bored with it. He is good and no longer feeling the challenge. He didn’t bother learning anything new.

Will this be the last seasonal Epic pass for us? If the boys are no longer interested in skiing or snowboarding, I don’t want to waste almost $3,000 for all of us. It is only worthwhile if they wanted to go on their own instead of his mother forcing him to go. Skiing and snowboarding are great exercises for the winter and they are so lucky that we are offering the opportunity for them.

One of the benefits of skiing and snowboarding was that we didn’t catch any winter sickness. Our body got used to the cold before we could get a cold. If we were sitting around the house all day on our digital devices, I am sure we would have caught all kinds of winter sickness. Furthermore, I hadn’t had a gout attack despite my increase in drinking alcohol and consuming beef. I think because I put my feet to work all the time.

I wanted to hit the slopes every opportunity I got. My wife was not too happy with my obsession. Since we paid so much for the Epic passes, I might as well take advantage of them. I hope we can make one more trip to Vermont in the first week of April when the kids have their spring break. We also need to decide as a family if we should get Epic passes for next year. I hope we do, but we should make it our priority over other hobbies during the winter.

Remember This When You’re Hungry

for my grandma, whose Korean name I still can’t remember

Even a ghost that eats and dies again will have better color.

How hungry we must have been to die in the ocean just to pull at its weeds, dry them, soak the leaves in sesame oil.

Bleed our hands for not even a tongueful of meat from an ungiving shell.

A bird that cries at night cries because it mourns a lover.

A bird that cries in the morning cries because it is hungry.

How do you eat like a king?

Hang the remains of last week’s fish so it sways above the table.

Have a bite of rice. Chew ten times. Look at the fish. Chew ten times. Repeat.

Give thanks for anything you can put in your mouth.

Su Cho

Rae Armantrout: Finalists

Rae Armantrout is a master of minimalist. Her poems are concise and economical. She wastes no word and she leaves plenty of whitespace on the page. I read the Finalist collection twice and enjoyed the pieces each time. My personal favorites are “The Test” and “Late Remark.”

Bookbinding Vietnamese Typography

BB writes:

Hey Donny!

I am a senior Industrial Design student at BYU, I work as a UX/UI designer, and I also happen to enjoy bookbinding. I speak Vietnamese and have a strong interest in Vietnamese literature and design, and Vietnamese Typography Vol. 2 has been a wonderful resource. I love the examples, and am especially fond of the idiomatic expressions compilation.

I am reaching out to you because I am interested in making Vietnamese Typography into a physical book. I would absolutely love to be able to make your wonderful digital resource into a physical artifact to add to my personal collection. To this end, I am contacting you with a proposition I hope you might be able to help me with. I would like your help in formatting Vietnamese Typography for print—page cutoffs, chapter headers, cover design, etc.—and in return I will design and make the binding and construct the book by hand. If you’re interested in this proposition, I will make two copies of the physical book: one for you, and one for myself. I am eager to collaborate with you on this project, and I hope to hear back from you soon.

Thank you,

BB

I replied:

Hi B,

Thank you for your interest in turning my web book into a physical book. As long as you make it for yourself and not selling it, I am fine with that. The major issue you would run into is licensing. The majority of the typefaces I use on Vietnamesetypography.com were contributed by type designers. Most of them only provided web font files. I don’t have the desktop files and the licenses.

I have over 28 type families on the site. None of them are open source; therefore, it would be pretty expensive to license all the type families for desktop. This was the reason I decided to drop the print copy for the second edition of the book.

Furthermore, I am continuing to add more typeface recommendations and create more samples; therefore, the print version will be behind whenever I make updates.

I am not sure what you have in mind, but it is not as simple as turning a web book into a physical book.

Regards,

Donny Trương

Eve

i.

I say blue when morning begins
And indigo when the night sky
Hardens over us, pinned with stars.

I say moon when its shape appears
In the disappearing light. And I say
Hollow when I look into my hand.

So much taken for granted now
That I am chased by shadows
When once I noticed only

What was solid and complete.
I dream of Adam’s voice.
Was that a panting sound or a sigh?

ii.

At first it was head to toe
Until I wanted his breath on mine.
We examined each other,

Like a folded-out map of ourselves,
Fingering, puzzled by
The differences between us.

We tried it this way and that,
I was the impatient one, I have to say.
Strange, we both had a bright idea

At the same time. After that, it seemed
As though we were created to couple
In this sweet new way. It was hard

To do anything else sometimes,
So the trees suffered, burdened
Down with fruit, and the fields,

And some pale animals that emerged
Now and then, and the snakes
Hanging corkscrew from low branches.

iii.

I saw God watching Adam. I saw
The eyes popping out of God’s head
At the sight of him

As he fucked with what we later learned
Was wild abandon. I sympathized
With God’s jealousy, his pain,

But wished he had not
Displayed such obvious self-pity.
You see, he loved Adam.

Once I watched as
They fondled each other’s hair.
From my vantage-point in the tree

I then saw the two of them
Wondering how they might
Do what we had done. I have to say

It was obvious to me.
Odd how they couldn’t work it out.
Nothing bothered Adam, but God

Was not pleased, to put it mildly.
I learned that he would have been
Happy to be with either of us. Or

Even with both. He hated being left out.
That was the thing. I liked it
When he licked my neck.

iv.

But, in the end, I bewildered God
More than all creation. We spoke,
But he was never a good listener,

Preferring the sound
Of his own voice
Even when he whispered.

Since he wanted us so much
The decision he made
That we should leave

And that he would be happier
Alone made no sense.
But try telling him that.

v.

I laughed later
When I found out the etymology
Of the word ‘paradise’. In all reality,

Paradise was nowhere much; we were
Baked by the sun. Days were long
And there was nothing to do at night.

vi.

Mornings here are lovely, on the other hand,
And the world’s words, I never tire of them –
Of Mans First Disobedience, and the Fruit

Would I like to return, you ask,
Just once for a short visit
To re-live old memories?

No, but I would like yesterday to come
Again, wash itself over us,
Fondle us with its shredded beauty.

vii.

In his temper that day, when God told
Us what time would mean, I understood.
I saw the days longing for each other

In a future ready to forget. I alone,
I saw, would register each one,
Like something to be forgiven

And then held up, a bright example,
As we were, when we came into the world,
And lived our disappearing days.

viii.

Adam died two years ago, a night
When the moon was sickle-shaped
And thunder-clouds had cleared.

I was glad of that. I wanted
Adam’s fading eyes to see the sky,
Linger on the thought of what we tasted,

A beyond-place that had no end, that might
Have bored others, but we tolerated it
Because what else did we know?

What else do I know now?
I know that God learned to repeat
The word regret ad infinitum

Until silence fell. Then he changed.
I wish I could comfort him,
As the world wears out.

Colm Tóibín

Việtjazz Sample

While driving and listening to Donny Trương Presents Việtjazz, I came up with a sample for Vietnamese Typography. I picked out my 10 favorite pieces from my collection. Each song gets a typographic treatment. I also paired each song with a painting from the late great Đinh Cường. Link to each song is included on the artwork for your enjoyment. Take a look.

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