JK Keller

I was recently going through my receipts and found this. I just really like the way it got garbled and printed.

I was checking the weather on the National Weather Service website this morning. Wanted to see if it was going to rain, since I bike to work. I was shocked to see that it was currently 135°F at the Pittsburgh International Airport. With the dew point at 68°F, that brought the heat index up to 142°F! I think I’ve been in saunas that have been cooler than that! Obviously a technical glitch in the thermometer, I quickly snapped this screen-grab. Just amazing. Maybe there was a jet engine pointed at the thermometer…

Now, I’m not sure whether the ‘not’ in this statement refers to ‘low-calorie’ or ‘food’, but at 5 calories a stick, I’m not sure how it could not be low calorie. But there it is.

Working on a typeface inspired by a strip of folded paper. See the current status of this type.

This is a shot of the exhibition catalog from the Alphabet show in Baltimore. Turned out really nice, I give major props to the folks at PostTypography. Thanks.

I was in a building that was something like a large school. It was large, white, no windows, with stairs and the smell of carpeting all over. I was talking with MLO and we parted ways. At some point I turned around and there was this kid with his hands on his hips, blocking my way. He looked familiar. Like someone from a movie. Anyway, he was in a tizzy because of interaction with MLO. I was getting pissed because a) we were talking, and b) he wasn’t even in a relationship with her. He was just some kid who liked her so much. I wanted to just beat the living shit out of him, but didn’t feel like that was very responsible. But he kept near me, and I just wanted so badly to get violent. [upon awakening]

I was helping someone who was helping out this dude who was feeling sick. We were holding him upright. He was looking in terrible shape. And as we had him up, he started to burp up a little, and I was like, “No way, No, NO, not on me, can’t happen. I’m not even supposed to be here. No…” at first, he kept his head faced away from me and threw up little bits on the other guy. But it was like a sick movie, his head slowly tilted and turned towards me. I was helpless to do anything. I should have let him go and not gotten hit. But just before the final amount of turning, I could see the sick dude’s eyes light up, as if he knew the white spew would flow down my body. Yeah. Awesome. Jerk. [trying to fall asleep]

I got a postcard from Playboy the other day. Not sure how I got on their mailing list, but my collection of vintage pr0n is another matter entirely. What I found interesting was the interactive feature of the postcard. In order to get the special rate of 1$ an issue, you have to peel off a special foil sticker and place it within the designated ’sticker goes here’ area and return the card. Now, this was a two-piece perforated postcard that you rip in half before sending. Would you think that they’d put the sticker on the half you keep so there’s at least some sense of effort? You would, but you’d be wrong. They put the sticker one inch to the left of the designated area, begging the question ‘Who the hell would actually move it?!?’ Oh, and in case you have tunnel vision and can only see in one inch increments, there’s a handy arrow showing you where the designated area is.