Passionate Monday?

After yesterday’s moaning, this morning’s run felt pretty good. My only issue arose from my the arch of my right foot, which registered a protest after I wore dress shoes without arch support yesterday morning. Good pace, good limberness, good breathing. Cup of coffee, fruit, shower, Morning Prayer, coffee, toast, then helping Margaret prepare for her annual meeting of the Society for the Study of Theology. Then I leaned into preparing for an interview with a student from SOAS, then the interview itself. It was, I think, a good interview, and the student (one Balthazar Greer) asked pertinent questions and seemed pleased with the noutcome. I didn’t catch myself saying anything too foolish, so that’s good. Now on to squaring out the Palm Sunday service book.

Dinosaurs, Rock and Roll, and Typography

It all goes back to Rolling Stone. When I was growing up in the 60s and 70s, the body copy of RS were set in Cloister, an exquisite Venetian Jenson-style face designed by Morris Fuller Benton. Its almost (but not quite) spiky eccentricity within the Garalde-Jenson type sphere appealed to me immensely, and it became the hallmark of RS’s typography to me, as vivid as Dennis Ortis-Lopez’s condensed slab-serif heads and Roger Parkinson’s definitive wordmark….

In the late 80s, when I depended on AOL for online connectivity, I happened on a digital version of Cloister made by a user who called himself ‘Uncle Goot’.* I used the daylights out of that slightly condensed digital Cloister, as I couldn’t afford the professional versions offered by URW or Elsner + Flake. (Cloister Black, the prevalent usage of ‘Cloister’ in the free font/bootleg font world, is a blackletter offshoot of the original Cloister family.)

After I acquired some professional typefaces and some good open-access type, I drifted away from Cloister — not out of lack of affection, but because it lacked some glyphs, and the kerning was a shade amateurish, and (if I recall correctly) Uncle Goot only released Roman, Italis, and Bold — a good basic family for many uses, but sometimes one just wants a bold italic, or some other offshoot, and in the Unicode OpenType era Cloister seemed… limited. I had acquired Monotype Centaur, a similar typeface that draws on Jenson’s Venetian type, and that was close enough as makes no difference to most users.

But a couple of months ago, I was reading Wikipedia pages on typefaces (as one does), and I clicked from Cloister to Centaur where I saw the sentence, ‘At least two open-source digital typefaces, Museum (by Raph Levien) and Coelacanth, are based on Centaur.’ I knew of Raph Levien’s Museum project, which the multifarious imagination of the estimable Mr Levien has left unfinished, but I had never heard of Coelacanth. You probably hadn’t; now you have. I perked up my… well, my eyes, both at the possibility of an open sourced iteration of a Jenson venetian, and because my childhood love of dinosaurs has never dwindled away.

Browse and be amazed. Where Centaur runs on the thin side, Coelacanth is sturdier (though its ExtraLight weight can supply all the undernourished look you might want). Vast character sets, including Hebrew and polytonic Greek (and yes, Kelvin, it has an ð), with several different optical weights depending on the work you want it to do. Rich, sweet, and amazing.


* Sadly, it appears that Uncle Goot has vanished without a searchable trace. If you are Uncle Goot, or know Uncle Goot, I want to thank you (or ‘him’) wholeheartedly. Feel encouraged to make yourself known!

Passion Run

My morning run was somewhat better than other recent runs, but it was still frustrating. It seems as though I don’t mind running if it’s just a relaxed pace with no striving, but that the pushing the pace or the distance onward ramps up the discomfort to a point that makes me reluctant to run at all. This perspective arrives as I look ahead toward the Bannister Mile Run in May; while I might be ‘training’ to attain a better time with greater physical preparedness, I’m seeing more clearly that using running as my main means of getting fit entangles me in a frustrating negative feedback loop.

Coffee and fruit, Morning Prayer at home, in a few minutes I’ll feed the dogs and make tea for Margaret, clean up and dress, give the Passion Sunday sermon (in which I think I don’t mention the Passion once — that happens when I have a last-minute obligation to write the weekly newsletter’s cover blurb for Passion Sunday) a once-over and then print, lead Mattins at St Nic’s, dash to the ADCM at St Helen’s (or as much of it as remains), then slouch over to the Parish Centre for the Faith Forum on ‘Redemption’. Then, home to crash into rest.

Later: Whoops! ‘Isn’t Mattins the same service as Morning Prayer?

Wooden Legs

My morning run frustrated me, as my legs simply would not limber up — it felt, once again, as if I were running on telephone poles or fenceposts. On the other hand, I enjoyed a pleasant hot breakfast, conversation with Margaret about Severance<.cite> series 2, and thinking about birthday gifts for Nate.

One Foot, Another Foot

Adequate (non-timed) run again this morning, coffee and fruit, shower and Morning Prayer, home for coffee and toast, parish email and work on the Holy Week service books. Really, that’s about the size of it, that and traipsing in to the parish centre to check for phone messages.

All Is Light

Not my feet, of course, though mny morning run was mostly all right. My groin muscles thought that having yesterday off meant that they would never have to work again, and I had some small wobbles in joints and muscles, but the run did me good. Coffee, fruit, cleaned up, Morning Prayer, a croissant and coffee at my in-public office, then back to St Helen’s to meet with our architect, DAC representative and the advisor from Historic England, and our lighting engineers. We’re not at the ‘Right, that’s the plan’ stage, but we’ve agreed some fairly narrow points that need clarification. If nothing else, this process has underscored how unfortunate our current lighting scheme is; I’ll be very disappointed if I don’t get to see the fruits of the project’s labours. St Helen’s is a gorgeous church, as the hundreds of visitors who stream through our doors can see, but we’ll be able see so very much more, so much more clearly, under the new scheme that it will mean seeing the church anew, as if for a second first time.

Prayers All ’Round

I didn’t run this morning, as Margaret and the dogs and I all felt an extra increment of gravity and sleepiness. I woke at 6:20 and read in bed till almost 7:00, then cooked hot breakfast and prepared for the morning. I had had word of a possible pastoral need, and that was on my heart also. After Morning Prayer, several of us put our heads together and agreed a plan.

Hold one another close, keep in touch, and God bless us, every one.

Running Start

A good two miles this morning, at a forgiving pace but without pain or strain. Coffee and fruit, cleaned up, Morning Prayer, then walked the rest of the way into town to pick up a standing mirror we bought yesterday. Another cup of coffee and toast, and now about to dig in to my day’s responsibilities.

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