The Man-Made Object was part of the six-book series Vision + Value published between 1965 and 1966. I’m pretty sure I just found my new favorite book cover.

(More on the Olduvai Hand Axe.)

The Man-Made Object was part of the six-book series Vision + Value published between 1965 and 1966. I’m pretty sure I just found my new favorite book cover.

(More on the Olduvai Hand Axe.)

“What an astonishing thing a book is. It’s a flat object made from a tree with flexible parts on which are imprinted lots of funny dark squiggles. But one glance at it and you’re inside the mind of another person, maybe somebody dead for thousands of years. … Books break the shackles of time. A book is proof that humans are capable of working magic.”
Carl Sagan, who passed away 16 years ago today, on the power and magic of books (via explore-blog)
“Like the sea, we are always in motion. The waves loom in our dreams and in our nightmares through all of time, their rhythms pulsing through us. They move across a faint horizon, the rush of love and the surge of grief, the respite of peace and then fear again, the heart that beats and then lies still, the rise and fall and rise and fall of all of it, the incoming and the outgoing, the infinite procession of life. And the ocean wraps the earth, a reminder. The mysteries come forward in waves.”
From Susan Casey’s excellent book The Wave
“World history, after all, is not a chronological list of every damn thing that ever happened; it’s a chain of only the most consequential events, selected and arranged to reveal the arc of the story—it’s the arc that counts.”
Tamim Ansary, from the preface of Destiny Disrupted
“There are roughly three New Yorks. There is, first, the New York of the man or woman who was born here, who takes the city for granted and accepts its size and its turbulence as natural and inevitable. Second, there is the New York of the commuter—the city that is devoured by locusts each day and spat out each night. Third, there is the New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to New York in quest for something. Of these three trembling cities the greatest is the last—the city of final destination, the city that is a goal. It is this third city that accounts for New York’s high-strung disposition, its poetical deportment, its dedication to the arts, and its incomparable achievements. Commuters give the city its tidal restlessness; natives give it solidarity and continuity, but the settlers give it passion.”
E.B. White, Here is New York
“But how to establish the exact moment in which a story begins? Everything has already begun before, the first line of the first page of every novel refers to something that has already happened outside the book. Or else the real story is the one that begins ten or a hundred pages further on, and everything that precedes it is only a prologue. The lives of individuals of the human race form a constant plot, in which every attempt to isolate one piece of living that has a meaning separate from the rest—for example, the meeting of two people, which will become decisive for both—must bear in mind that each of the two brings with himself a texture of events, environments, other people, and that from the meeting, in turn, other stories will be derived which will break off from their common story.”
“A book ought to not only document its contents but actually perform or enact its contents. In an ideal case, those things are so seamlessly integrated that sometimes it’s hard to tease out the content from the form.”
Prem Krishnamurthy of Project Projects on the format of the book in this great interview from Triple Canopy.

“It’s only with the heart that one can see clearly. What’s essential is invisible to the eye.” — Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

A quotation from a favorite book that has had a profound impact on the work I do. Here’s a clip from the 1974 movie adaptation of *The Little Prince”.

“He was a poet, and he exhibited me many of his poems. I remember many of them. They were silly, you could say, and about love. He was always in his room writing those things, and never with people. I used to tell him, What good is all of that love doing on paper? I said, Let love write on you for a little. But he was so stubborn. Or perhaps he was only timid.”
From Everything is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer

Putting a Dent in the Universe

With a bit of extra time this Thanksgiving weekend, I was able to finally finish Walter Isaacson’s excellent biography Steve Jobs. Filled with emotions, I preordered it the night Steve died and had been working through it ever since. No one has had more of an influence and been more an inpiration on my work than Jobs and I was excited to get an inside look at his life and work.

I knew I would love the book and I did. I had a hard time putting it down many nights and stayed up much later than I should have reading four, five, six chapters in one sitting. But then there were other times—and this I didn’t expect—where I had to put the book down, where I couldn’t bring myself to read another page because I suddenly had the urge to go make something of my own.

A constant thread through Steve’s life was his focus on making great products, on “putting a dent in the universe” by making a product that would change the world. This book made that passion and that focus palpable and contagious.

I laughed when he would berate employees when they produced anything short of perfection and I cried when the cancer returned and kept him in bed, slowly eating away his body. But more than anything, I closed the book inspired, knowing I have work of my own to do and that I need to start now because I don’t know what the future will bring. But if I work hard enough, I can create my own future, and though it will pale in comparison to what Steve gave us, I can put my own little dent in the universe.

“Work is easier when its just work; it’s much harder when you actually care.”

John Maeda, from his recent book Redesigning Leadership

Really enjoyed this book - super quick read and an interesting perspective on the transition from artist/designer to leader.

the sea seethes
the sweethearts seethe as the sea seethes
the sweethearts see stars
stars at sea
the war starts

Sweethearts by Emmett Williams is the seminal example of concrete poetry. Simply using letters from the word “sweethearts” evenly spaced across every page, Williams crafts a visual poem that acts as a flip book of sorts as the letters’ arrangements simulate the relationship between a man and woman.

In addition to being a groundbreaking literary work, to me, this is also a prime example of the union of language and visuals. First published in 1968, the book was recently put back in print.

On the left, Mark Rothko’s Gray on Black painted in 1969, and on the right, NASA photograph of the moon, July 1969. From Lawrence Weschler’s Everything That Rises:

I happened to notice the date on [Rothko’s] last painting: 1969. Night horizons, indeed, but like no night on earth. Rather, of course—the pitch-black upper half of the painting the shimmering, flittering, ghost-white expanse of the bottom half—like nothing so much as night (or rather day) on the Moon. The very image, come to think of it, that was being broadcast repeatedly, plastered everywhere, that amazing summer of the moon landing. (I remember marveling, at the time, about how the moon would be the place where you knew it was day because the ground was shining.)