Finished a distracted-as-hell-but-saved-by-the-penultimate-exercise Typography-1 course with second-year students at NID Bhopal (MadhyaPradesh). The students were hardworking multitaskers who managed to stay awake through really long (not!) history-presentations, and found much energy to laugh appropriately after so many sad jokes filtered through a three-layer-mask. The winter was cold, the food was cold often, the guest-house-hot-water-situation, still a mystery. The people’s warmth and the excellence of ShreeVinayak’s samosas made up for all that hostility with un-parallel-penn-able hospitality. I wish the course was longer (than a packed-to-the-brim two weeks). Apparently some students wish so too. Win-win-type situation, then.

The title is, as they say, an inside-joke on the only (excellent) stationery-shop in BhopalCity. They (the shop) use a Didone for the wordmark and we discussed that to the moon and back, over multiple lunar missions. And PS, you can open the 6000px wide image and read all the unfunny and informative annotations if you’re good at deciphering handwriting on weirdly contrasty backgrounds.

R came along and mentored an NID-H course from the NID-MP guesthouse. If that is not collaboration, I don’t know what is. We had copious (illegal, even) amounts of instant noodles with a smart TV running YouTube-food-shows as witnesses. What a life.