![]() I could set just about any kind of type using that machine, provided the characters would fit on a piece of film not more than seven inches wide, and provided I didn’t need to use characters from more than six fonts.” The codes and characters I saw on my screen wouldn’t look anything like type until they were printed, one character at a time, on a strip of photographic film and developed. ![]() Desktop publishing didn’t exist yet, and digital (as opposed to photo) typesetting systems-with their WYSIWYG displays-were rare. “These are the things I think of when I hear the word ‘typesetting’-they’re memories from my job at Seattle’s free rock and roll newspaper The Rocket, circa 1982. The gentle snoring of one of the staff writers, who is curled up in the warmth of the unit that holds the filmstrips containing the fonts I’m using to set his story. The smell of the office standard ‘French Vanilla’ coffee-warming, now, for several hours and resembling nothing so much as battery acid. ![]() The pale glow from the monochrome monitor of my Compugraphic phototypesetter. ![]()
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