This week on 9to5Mac.com I read an opinion piece about a way to fix the big problem with Apple Stores. It got me thinking.
An image, especially a logo, is a rhetorical statement that is designed to represent the entirety of the subject. In 2017 UNLV decided to unveiled the WORST LOGO EVER as a way to completely represent the university and the Las Vegas area. Thankfully, it was announced on New Years Eve that UNLV will be walking away (slowly, cautiously) from the abomination of the most confusing logo ever.
For those who know me know that I have a simple phrase that mostly sums up my feelings about all that went on during my time in Vegas. Simply put, most times when anything happens in Vegas I can sum it up with the phrase, “Stupid Vegas”.
Finally however, something good has happened in Vegas that has nothing to do with gaming or sports.
This past month UNLV earned an R-1 designation!!
Welcome back to the Booze and Letters Podcast! This first episode is, simply put, a demo. Courtney and I are working out the flow of the new show and site in general. That said, this week we kick the whole thing off talking about some of the foods and places we enjoyed during our recent trip to Chicago.
I’m not a fan. This feels too flat and lacks personality.
When I look at the new logo I don’t get the sense of attitude that I believe Hey Reb should have. The text on the curved letters also feels less stable, less solid (yes metaphorically as well as literally). I do like the incorporation of the Vegas Sign. But, at the same time I am thrown off by the star being too low. Actually let’s really get picky about this logo.
Before I get too far ahead of myself, I understand that it’s not new for UNLV to refresh their athletics logo. This just feels like a step too far away from what we have all known for the last thirty years.
To say I am bummed about the news of Jack’s passing is too simplistic. Since I really don’t have the right word available, allow me instead to share a couple of stories about that biker dude you see on the cover of the Weekly.
I first met Jack in early 2009 when I was attending UNLV. Thursday nights after my late class would wrap I would walk over to The Freakin’ Frog to get a beer, burger, and some fries. The Frog was a beer bar known for its massive bottle selection. While the bar was a standout place in all the noise that is Vegas, it was Jack that made the place what it was. Continue reading “Eulogy for an Exceptional Guy”