Up in the top-left corner this afternoon you’ll find a new ruk. The macron is gone (if you’re still confused about the pronunciation, read here and stop being so Anglocentric). Or just sing it out letter by letter — r-u-k dot c-a — as it’s very lyrical.
I am lover of 1920s German type design, and a particular fan of Erbar’s work. I appreciate Koloss (German for colossus or “any man or beast of gigantic size”) for its ability to hit you over the head with it’s weight while simultaneously bewitching you with its jaunty angles and snubbed corners.
The old ruk was almost four years old; it was there when this incarnation of my blogishness debuted on September 29, 2004. It will be missed.