What's that you say? A typeface conference going on this weekend? In Dublin? Would that be Dublin, Ireland? And a fare sale going on at Aer Lingus? Hang on. And what's this? There are precisely fifty-five cents in my bank account? Very well then. It appears I shall have to resort to this frayed, torn, devastated sign of Irish typography to convey my frayed, torn, devastated soul at having to sit this one out. But for those about to embark on this weekend's ATypI conference in Dublin, I do hope you'll report back.
There's a good story (brought to my attention by one of my astute readers) in yesterday's Irish Times about the conference if you want to read about The Joy of X. In the meantime, who can I geek out with about the typographical inconsistencies in the Proclamation of the Irish Republic? You wanna talk about how that "C" in "republic" was really a re-purposed "O"? Well do ya punk?