comic-sana

Emily Steel at The Wall Street Journal has a pretty interesting and entertaining article about a grassroots movement afoot to eradicate the overuse of Microsoft’s Comic Sans font (You know Comic Sans, the font that Ashley from 4th grade always used on her papers, usually in purple or magenta), the brainchild of English graphic designer Vincent Connare.

Mr. Connare has looked on, alternately amused and mortified, as Comic Sans has spread from a software project at Microsoft Corp. 15 years ago to grade-school fliers and holiday newsletters, Disney ads and Beanie Baby tags, business emails, street signs, Bibles, porn sites, gravestones and hospital posters about bowel cancer.

The font, a casual script designed to look like comic-book lettering, is the bane of graphic designers, other aesthetes and Internet geeks. It is a punch line: “Comic Sans walks into a bar, bartender says, ‘We don’t serve your type.'” On social-messaging site Twitter, complaints about the font pop up every minute or two. An online comic strip shows a gang kicking and swearing at Mr. Connare.

Definitely an interesting read if you get a chance–I had always been mildly annoyed by the font, but the Ban Comic Sans movement is taking this to another level.  Good luck fighting the good fight!


So I was forwarded these videos from a buddy of mine, and was immediately blown away.  Apparently, they are clips from a forthcoming documentary, Playing for Change, that asked musicians worldwide to collaborate on songs from a remote location.  The filmmakers include everyone from street musicians to famous recording artists, and the results are pretty neat.  The documentary and accompanying CD are set to be released April 28th.  Check out the clips–

“Stand By Me”:

Bob Marley’s “One Love”:

“Don’t Worry”:


columbine-cover-3d-white1234030730Salon has a fascinating interview with Dave Cullen, a former writer for, well, Salon, and the author of the newly released book Columbine, which debunks some of the myths that permeated the aftermath of the massacre.  Chief among these is the myth of Harris and Klebold targeting Cassie Bernall because she admitted to being Christian, a story that played so well with the media that it led to Bernall’s mother publishing a best-selling memoir, She Said Yes.  Props to Cullen for tapdancing delicately around this sensitive issue to show some of the misconceptions the media perpetuated for so many years.  Columbine is definitely going on my list of books to read this summer. [Salon.com]


Here’s a pretty cool Flickr find.  It’s a graffiti poem on an alley wall in downtown Kirksville, MO (home of my alma mater, Truman State University), a town known for nothing if not its aversion to graffiti “poetry”.

kirksville graffiti by wesh.

I remember sitting in the sun
exhausted we sang songs told stories and laid bricks
we waited to be rescued
I remember spelling out our own private resistance
and leaving it as a treasure map
I remember dancing and smiling
in a world meant to break our hearts
Thanks be to Flickr user wesh.

Alright, so fueled by self-indulgence and delusions of grandeur, I’ve decided to start a little blog.  After some introspection, I’ve decided there’s very little that is truly unique about me, except for an uncanny ability to recall NBA JAM team pairings, and a completely non-ironic affinity for ’80s music and cheap beer.  I’m completely average in every facet–white, male, middle class, college student, Midwesterner.  Hence, Joe Missouri.  I intend for this blog to be my dispatches from the middle–from the Midwest, from a “typical” college student, from your average Joe trying to make it through the world with a shred of dignity–and hope to show a glimpse into what I’m reading, listening to, experiencing on a day-to-day level.  I’ll include news articles, videos, music and (occasionally) some of my own (hopefully non-angsty) musings.  It is mostly a way for me to collect my thoughts and interests into one easily accessible place.  If you find something of interest, please drop me a line in the comments and let me know that somebody else is reading–I’ll try to censor myself accordingly.  Cheers!