A line of text is like a silhouette on the horizon. Closer inspection reveals the detail, the trees, bushes, rocks; details that, though only vaguely perceivable from afar, create both rhythm and variation. The beauty of this landscape is born of both regularity and variety. I chose Tundra as the name for my new serif typeface not during the design process, but from the outset. I had in mind this idea of a wide and flat landscape. This was the initial idea: Tundra should lead the eye effortlessly along the line, thus emphasizing the horizontal.

The making of FF Tundra | I LOVE TYPOGRAPHY

talksaboutgames:

Indiecade East 2014 - “Let’s Make a Video Game!” - Auriea Harvey

Auriea Harvey, half of the impossibly unique Tale of Tales delivers a great keynote about the history of her studio, and the truly powerful cyberpunk reality it exists in.

talksaboutgames:

Gdc 2011 - Say How You Play - Brandon Boyer

A super rare actual talk from Brandon Boyer, one of the most wonderful and eloquent writers I know. Brandon covers a large swath of games that are made of magic, and why we should to celebrate them. Timeless.

Oh, that’s a good question. I like to say that creative people are confident in only one thing: their own doubt. I think there’s a huge lack of self-confidence in a creative person because, by nature, the definition of a creative person is someone who is trying to make something new. They know, if they are professional creatives, that the likelihood of doing that—making something new and significant—is hugely unlikely, so they build within that city of doubt. From doubt, they get to iterate and work extremely hard, hoping to find something new; it’s all about hope. I’ve never met anyone who is good at what they do creatively and is super-confident. Maybe they pretend to be confident in front of their agent or the media, but I’ve never been confident in that way.

The Great Discontent: John Maeda

Every once in a while on a crowded New York City sidewalk, a puff of sadness will float off a stranger and hit me like a cloud of too-strong cologne. Whether it’s coming from a deliveryman with ice caked to the back of his bike or from a man with an overly starched white collar, it only lasts as long as it takes us to pass each other.

Pixel And Dimed: On (Not) Getting By In The Gig Economy