Jack of All Trades

8-Bit Jack-in-the-Box“Jack” is the best word in the English language. It is the most versatile word we have, even more than the f-word, which is limited to R-rated conversations. The word “jack”, on the other hand, is a jack of all trades. Wiktionary lists 24 different definitions for “jack” and five definitions for “Jack” with a capital “J”. Urban Dictionary, a user-edited slang lexicon, lists 110! Most of these are silly and/or frivolous definitions, but it’s proof of the word’s versatility. Let’s take a look at some of the more interesting uses. Now, I have no intention of rewriting the dictionary, so instead, let’s look at the broader meanings.

Jack of All Trades

Jack can be a nickname for John, which I never quite understood. I guess it’s now weirder than “Bob” for “Robert” or “Dick” for “Richard”. In any case, it soon became a common name. An everyman’s name: Jack and the Beanstalk, Jack and Jill. Even Jack the Ripper (“Jack” in that case is akin to “John Doe”, since the infamous murderer was never identified.)

After Jack became a common English name, the meaning of the word soon broadened to mean that of a medieval knave or servant: such as the Jack in a deck of playing cards. Then its meaning changed to that of a man in general: lumberjack, jack of all trades, etc. From there it was used for metaphorical men, such as a jack o’lantern or a jack-in-the-box. It also came to mean a male in general, especially a male donkey. A jackass. From that we get the word jackshit, meaning nothing useful, which is then shortened back to “jack”. All this comes from a nickname for John.

Master of None

Perhaps it’s because Jack’s such a common nickname, but the word seems to be a catchall for the English language. It’s almost reminiscent of “whatchamacallit”, “thingamajig” or “doodad”. Let’s look at just a few of the meanings.

  • A device used to raise heavy things, like a car jack. This can also be a verb, as in the sentence “the mechanic jacked up my car.”
  • An electrical socket, such as a phone jack or an Ethernet jack.
  • A little pointy metal toy used in the game of jacks.
  • To steal, as in “the mechanic jacked my car.” This is a very different meaning from “the mechanic jacked up my car, or “the mechanic jacked off in my car.” (!) It’s amazing the difference a preposition can make.

I could go on all day, but rattling off definitions would soon get monotonous. It’s amazing how versatile the word “jack” is. It really is a Jack of All Trades.

A Dallas Postcard

Dallas PostcardI love the old postcards where the letters are filled with local landmarks. A few months ago, I created one for Springfield, Illinois. Ever since then, I’ve wanted to create one for my adopted home, Dallas, Texas. Here now is my new Dallas postcard.

Here are the landmarks featured:

D: Margaret Hunt Hill Bridge. Completed just last year, this signature bridge connects Downtown Dallas to, well somewhere. I’ve driven across the bridge, and it just kind of dumps you into a working class neighborhood east of the Trinity. Oh well, at least it looks nice.
A: The Chase Tower is one of my favorite buildings downtown, since it has a big keyhole in it. Recently, they added a Chase logo to the top left corner, ruining the symmetry of the building.
L: The Traveling Man of Deep Ellum was built along with the new Green Line light rail through Deep Ellum.
L: Reunion Tower is Dallas’ most famous tower, though it’s not as big as it looks.
A: Dallas Hall is the central building of Southern Methodist University’s campus in University Park, just a few miles north of downtown.
S: The Old Red Courthouse is a Richardsonian Romanesque building right by Dealey Plaza. It used to house the county courts, but now its a museum and wedding venue.

Unfortunately, since the word “Dallas” is shorter than “Springfield”, I was only able to squeeze in six monuments instead of ten. Are there any landmarks you think I should have used instead? Let me know in the comment section.

Famous Logos in Helvetica

A while back, I took a series of famous logos and rendered them in the fonts Papyrus and Algerian. Why? Because along with Comic Sans, Papyrus and Algerian really irk graphic designers. All three of those fonts have gimmicks that make them stand out. Papyrus looks like ancient Egyptian Demotic writing, Algerian looks like an embroidered sampler, and Comic Sans looks like, well, comic book writing. Contrast these to the designers’ darling, Helvetica. Designed to be simple and unobtrusive, it is the epitome of Swiss minimalism. But Helvetica has become a victim of its own popularity. Graphic designers use it so much that it’s as played out as Comic Sans or Papyrus. And since it’s so overused, I decided to see what famous logos would look like redone in Helvetica. Here is what I came up with.

Baskin Robbins logo in Helvetica

Burger King logo in Helvetica

Denny's logo in Helvetica

Holiday Inn logo in Helvetica

Hooters logo in Helvetica

NASA Meatball logo in Helvetica

Paramount Pictures logo in Helvetica

The Home Depot logo in Helvetica

Whole Foods Market logo in Helvetica

Yahoo logo in Helvetica

Unlike the logos I redid in Papyrus and Algerian fonts, the logos above don’t look all that different from their real-life counterparts. Most of them, anyway. Baskin Robbins, Denny’s and NASA don’t look unusual at all. Whole Foods, Home Depot look better, at least in my opinion. Burger King, Hooters and Paramount Pictures look just a little bit off. The revised Holiday Inn logo seems alright, but loses much of its resemblance to the real-life logo. And then there’s Yahoo. (Or “Yahoo!” As with Yum! Brands, they use an exclamation point in their name, which I will hereafter leave out.) The Yahoo logo is a mess in Helvetica. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a mess in real life, too. With it’s wacky, uneven lettering, it looks like something slapped together on an old Packard Bell computer. And since Yahoo’s logo is unchanged since the 1990s, that’s probably not far from the truth. Let’s face it, the Yahoo logo would look awful in any font.

As a graphic designer who’s never been a big fan of Helvetica, I gained some appreciation for the font while doing this project. For the most part, it is a very well designed typeface that looks good in many different contexts. The same cannot be said for Comic Sans, Papyrus or Algerian. And while I would like designers use a larger array of fonts, I understand why so many artists choose Helvetica.

Next up: Jokerman

Campaign Philanthropy

John Belushi Electoral CollegeThe 2012 Presidential Campaign broke just about every fundraising record out there. Thanks to the Supreme Court’s “Citizens United” ruling, candidates at every level of government were able to raise unprecedented mounds of cash. On the presidential level, most of this money went to advertising campaigns in swing states like Ohio and Florida. It seems like a monumental waste of money, bit without a constitutional amendment, we’re stuck with it. But that doesn’t mean we can’t improve things a bit. The 2012 election got me to thinking, what if we used campaign funds for philanthropy?

Political candidates talk about improving the world we live in, but hardly any of them seem to put their money where their mouths are. What if, instead of blowing millions on attack, candidates used their campaign funds to build new homes for hurricane victims? Instead of scrubbing pans in soup kitchens (or pretending to), they could hand them a large foamboard check? (Direct deposit would be even better, but I’ve worked in philanthropy long enough to understand the value of a good check presentation.) This kind of thing would do a lot more good in the utilitarian sense.

Unfortunately, there are barriers to this sort of campaign philanthropy. American politicians like to look like average Joes even when they’re not. Bill Clinton stressed his hillbilly childhood even though he was a Rhodes Scholar. Obama talks about being the mixed-race son of an immigrant goat herder, even though he was president of the Harvard Law Review. And as for George W. Bush, he stressed his Texan cowboy persona even though he comes from one of the America’s foremost political dynasties. Standing up with an oversized check would draw even more attention to the money in politics, and no candidate wants to remind the public of just how much money they’ve raised.

Then again, if you already look like a heartless plutocrat, campaign philanthropy might just be the thing. I’m speaking, of course, of Mitt Romney. Thanks to his comment about 47% of Americans belong moochers, he turned off a lot poorer Americans and cemented his image as a bland Scrooge McDuck. President Obama’s handling of Hurricane Sandy didn’t help him either. But imagine if, a week before the election, he had donated all of his campaign chest to hurricane relief efforts. Or better yet, if he had made a large donation months before to a program that helps people get jobs? Maybe then he could have truly been a “job creator“.

Guerrilla Redecorating

Che Guevara Living MagazineI was probably around nine or ten years old. It had been a normal day at school, so normal that I don’t remember anything about it. But when I came home, my world had been turned upside down. My bedroom looked completely different. Instead of a plain white room with mismatched furniture, it had been replaced with a light brown room with a dark walnut bedroom set. I thought I was dreaming, but I couldn’t pinch myself awake. Then I thought it must have been someone else’s room, but my maps were on the walls and my toys were on the (new) set of shelves. Meanwhile my parents were behind me beaming. While I was at school, they had been busy redecorating. It was a big surprise, and since I got over the shock, I was very pleased.

Fast forward to my college years, when I studied abroad in Spain. After an altogether too short summer and a long flight home, my sister picked me up at Detroit Metro Airport. While she was driving across the state to pick me up, my parents had been running around again, this time redecorating the living room and the dining room. They painted the walls yellow and bought some new furniture. When I came in, still loopy from my transatlantic flight, all I could say was “Wow!”. Over and over. “Wow! Wow! Wow!”. Then my mom said, “Wait till you see what we did with your room.” My stomach sank as I braced myself for a shock. As a grown man, I wasn’t too keen on my parents messing with my old bedroom. Then I opened the door. Everything was exactly as I had left it. And while I didn’t want my parents to mess with my room, I was kinda sorta disappointed that they hadn’t fixed it up with the rest of the house. It made me appreciate their affinity for guerrilla redecorating.