And then there are big projects that I leap into with about as much pre-thought as which shoe I’m going to put on first. Then, when I wake up in the middle of said project I wonder oh my god, how did I get into this? when will it end? was I insane to begin it? will it be what I imagined it could be? do they even make prescriptions for valium anymore?
For so much of my life those projects were all on me– I was the donkey, the cart and the whip– but no more. Next week at this time the squam site will be refreshed, revamped and all around retooled and boy, have I had help. Loads and loads– which you will see at the great unveiling– and man, does it change the world I live in to be part of such a luminous collaboration.
Meantime, Santa has his list and I have my punch list to ensure that we do, in fact, launch on schedule. (Let’s not forget Mercury is retrograde and might want to mess with me– but I am making offerings to the altar of this trickster planet that he might suck on a lollipop and give me a break just this once).
3. “One could argue that the real customer of the Postal Service is now the direct mailer; it is a channel for advertising,” said Chuck Teller, founder of Catalog Choice, an online service in Berkeley, Calif., that helps people get their names off catalog mailing lists; this requires submitting the customer numbers on unwanted catalogs that arrive in the mailbox, one by one. And the problem is not just annoyance. Direct-mail advertising generates an estimated 10 billion pounds of waste each year, costing cities an estimated $1 billion to dispose of it, according to Catalog Choice.”
It annoys me to no end to be inundated with catalogs, mailers, flyers that I did not ask for every.single.day. The fact that my tax dollars pay for this fresh hell is only surpassed by the horrific waste and tax on the planet.
4. I just love this painting.