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 ...