Oct
2
Eye poking.
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Today I was fitted for contact lenses. I sat with my eye doctor’s contact lens lady for almost 3 hours whilst we poked and prodded my eyeballs. As it turns out my eyes are astigmatic, which is not a surprise to me, but they squish vertically instead of horizontally - which is rarer and harder to treat. But you don’t care. The moral of the story is that I feel like I’ve been abusing my eyes for hours and they aren’t my friends any more. I also can’t see a damn thing. I hate when a good plan backfires.
And I’m fighting off a cold. And by “fighting off” I mean the cold won.
What a day it’s been!
But this makes me happy: a tray with slugs of Helvetica Bold, 36 point. 1956-57 by Edouard Hoffmann and Max Miedinger has been recently acquired by MoMA.