Another three haiku today. If I carry on writing these, I wonder whether I should start posting them in groups of fives, sevens, and fives. Erica thinks I should start collecting them in a book of office poetry.
"I just like the way you can condense a huge thought into a tiny space," I said to Clive, excitedly, while I mentally pictured myself stuffing a blanket into a matchbox. I don't know whether that was the original idea of a haiku; being deep in seventeen improbably short syllables? Like with those soundbite quotes you hear of Oscar Wilde being smug, or Gandhi being 'profound' about civilisation, I do sometimes wonder whether the most common reaction to a thoughtful haiku is a lot more 'meh' than 'ooh'.
But... art isn't always for the observer. Here's the first of today's crammed-in blankets. Here, the big idea is the trendy-unpopularity of a particular font. I've tried to flip it ironically...
I like Comic Sans
But not as much as I like
Pretending I do
Hmm. Meh. Stuff that blanket in.
We had some difficulty with fonts not displaying correctly today at work, so I also came up with this tiny commentary on the progress of technology...
You can't change fonts
On a printing press at all
Without lots of work
... which I really like. I like the idea of imagining what's involved in changing every hammer head of a moveable printing press, like Gutenberg or Caxton, inky hands and broken fingernails smearing grease all over the parchment... or whatever it was that they used.
Anyway, on that note...
A notebook will not
Give you a system error
But you can lose it
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