Perhaps I'm projecting, but it seems that given the passing of Halloween-- the subsequent arrival of over-zealous holiday preparations--and of course, the ravage and destruction left in the wake of hurricane Sandy, all anybody wants this weekend is to feel cozy; a chance to curl up in a sound space, to feel impenetrable to the outside world full of its unpredictable whims, if only for a moment. And why should they want anything more? This weekend, do ...

My gentlest women and men; today I humbly request the opportunity to present to you an idea so profound, so earth-shattering that the blogosphere may very well shatter in exaltation in a way it hasn't since the first pronouncement of The Buffer Zone (that happened--- take my word for it but whatever you do, don't investigate the matter further). Following that great wave-maker, today we delve into the tremendous territory of checking on stuff. Do not underestimate the ...

Don't think I've begun to devalue your opinion just because I haven't requested it in a few several posts (not since this post on repurposed containers to be exact). Quite to the contrary, I hold it in the highest regard-- as high as you can, anyway, for the preferences and thoughts of near strangers. I kid, I kid, we're all friends here. Today's topic: chalk labels. I will go on the record here as saying ...

Meanwhile, earth has already begun her process of preparing for sleep, and the people have suddenly awoken from the last remains of the boozy, lackadaisical spell of summer. Now, they hustle about, gathering and sequestering excitements for later like furry-tailed squirrels burying nut-bounty. In the raw air there is the sense of anticipation, a getting ready. Neighborhoods fill with the sounds of leaf blowers and rakes as people dutifully clean up what nature has expelled, ...