OK, time to confess. I'm in good company. Gavin is in rehab. Lisa is in jail. I'm in a decade I can scarcely recognize.
Joan forced me out of denial, and has shown me a better time than I could ever ask for.
I received many lovely gifts, from some of my dearest friends. Champagne (my fave), Cabernet (da best), Cabernet Franc (Dude, you have more class than anyone I know), books (sweet enslavement), DVDs (OK, I refuse to watch TV, but you caught me), CDs (for my inner muse-ician).
But...today I got a belated but oh-so-welcome birthday gift from my pal-of-decades Susan Kare. Via Facebook, who'd'a'thunk?
I got curious when she joined and friended me. I friended her kids, some of my favorite teens. At shul, she mentioned that she was "working on a project" for them. Really, I thought.
Susan has struck again. The woman who defined art on the screen. Who taught us that font, form, shape and, yes, emotion, matter in the communication between Man and Machine. That pixels are our brush stroke.
An entire generation of creators is deeply indebted to this sweet woman, whether they know it or not. I'm doing my part to ensure that they know it.
Facebook Gifts are sweet. They feature Susan's emotive creativity. We welcome it like the reappearance of an old friend. Yes, the lacy underwear surprised me, but, hey, it's fun to see that she's branched out :)
Once again, a generation will use Susan's marks to say what they mean. Those of us with limited artistic means, but high aspirational ends will continue to stand on her strong shoulders.
Thank you, sweetie.
Technorati Tags: Facebook Gifts, Susan Kare
