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Type research Diary: Printings!

Research into the what of what of being happy tells us that we experience happiness in jolts and starts, a curve that starts very high and dives to rockbottom within a day or so. So out of solidarity with that curve, this: 

We have reached the stage where things that have been populating the web for the past half a year or so are beginning to penetrate into reality. The interface that allows this is based on the old idea that thoughts can be mass- produced on paper via a duplication tool, which used to be called a printing press after spending years of its life as a copy made by hand. It turns pixels on your screen into points of pigment on a page! 

Absolutely brilliant. 

This is what happens: 



This is my first printing test, in which i discover flaws in type, reasoning and pictures. A lot remains to be done before I am fully satisfied, but it is an ongoing project.

Now, some thanks are in order to those who have made the book what it is and possible. You will be getting emails, but officialy: Andrée Bichara for her kind support of the project and bringing it to the attention of the Arabic department at the FU, Nadine Chahine for her interview (khtt has not yet deemed fit to publish your article.), Pascal Zoghbi, for the use of material on his website, and very much recommended Graffiti book, Funke at the FH for patience and, of course, my interviewees, who spent a lot of time answering questions, so much in fact, that a second installment of this could be in the works, with a bit less of a marketing focus. Naming you one by one would take up space, so here's my blanket thankyou to the eleven brave souls who dared!


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