No self-respecting typographer would be caught dead...

wearing this t-shirt. I got it at the last Master's swim meet I swam at in Boston...before I knew what bad type was. There's just no way I can wear it knowing what I know now. So sad, 'cause I really liked it before...



At least the words aren't all tracked out with weird letter-spacing. But I'm guessing we all could've gone swimming in rivers that big...