Strolling along the beach on a cold, gray February morning, I notice a sea shell beckoning for me to pick her up. Dusting off the sand I get a sense of nostalgia. Although her edges are well worn, her lines and color refuse to fade away. They remain as sentinels, looking for a future generation that will one time connect again. Could they have found me for this purpose? The sea shell will go into my collection. While I will no doubt get much pleasure from her lines, diagrams, illustration, photography, maps and covers, future Rothacker's I hope, will get that much more.
Thanks to Jason Kottke for his map to this sea shell.
Fortune: A Design TreasureDavo, what do you mean future Rothacker's? I believe that Rothacker Reviews is a message in a time bottle to my future relatives. It is sort of like a memoir in progress. On occasion I will speak directly to my future tribe, but for the most part, it is my hope that they will run my words past their own filters and form their own opinions as to who this strange bird is (was). Of course really close tribesmen-n-women will have access to my journals, providing a clear and succinct glimpse into the inner machinery that cranked all this out (not).
Do you have a personal Web site? (I hate the word blog). Think about laying down some bread crumbs for your future relatives to discover.