an awkward [reality] break

If I had (a) a passport and (b) money, or (c) an aeroplane, I’d go and attend ATypI Reykjavík 2011. There are several reasons for this. I have lots and lots of possibly untrue idealisations of Iceland, and I sure would love to see Mammút perform again. The biggest reason of them all is that almost a week filled with typography? That’s what heaven must be like — provided they have cookies and orange juice and non-Lipton tea too.

I however lack (a), (b) and (c) so I’m shit out of luck.