I'm nursing a pure hypertextual crush, fueled by hand-lettered signs and cracks in the ABQ sidewalk. This mystery girl, this sweet secret doppelganger (see, we have this mutual typography lust and a fondness for Favorite Band scronk and roll, among many other unhealthy fascinations)...how many times have I swooned at a… Read more

I'm nursing a pure hypertextual crush, fueled by hand-lettered signs and cracks in the ABQ sidewalk. This mystery girl, this sweet secret doppelganger (see, we have this mutual typography lust and a fondness for Favorite Band scronk and roll, among many other unhealthy fascinations)...how many times have I swooned at a turn of phrase or a slip of hip-n-elbow in a museum mirror? H. Wren is the total package: a geek without malice, a full-on afficionado minus the proselytizin' fervor, a self-aware cool-chick with zero pretension. I always look to my regular doses of the Wren Gospel with Total Anticipation. Yr life would be less of a voidscape if you did too.