What would Dewey Decimal Think?

As further evidence that Sex and the City truly captured what a couple of city-dwelling ladies do on a Saturday evening, Jessie and I spent the other night rearranging my books by color. It looks super cool, but it does tweak my soul a little bit. It dismisses the words and the work of the writers. I can feel Mark Twain glaring at me.

(It reminds me of designer David Carson. For 13 years, his talk about the article he typeset in dingbats has stuck with me. I remember being so angry that he thought the way the words looked was more important than what they said. Anyway, back to my living room.)

Harry Potter is split onto 4 shelves. Kurt Vonnegut is all over the place. But at least the Hardy Boys are sticking together.

And they’re staying that way. Until I move or there’s an earthquake.

Down Under

Is Google trying to tell me something? All the sidebar ads in my Gmail are for immigrating to Australia. Or doing my taxes in Australia. Or getting a work visa. The email it's sidling up to is the confirmation for my Art Institute (of Chicago, not Sydney) membership.

Is there a strong correlation between art goers and ex-pats? And why Australia? Is it the big art scene in the outback?

Hmm. I can't name one Australian artist. Maybe that's it. Google is trying to shame me and my American-Eurocentric art education.

The Honor System Lives!

(from sometime over the summer)

Way up in Richmond, IL there is a place called Ginger Blossom. It's a collection of barns and sheds filled with goods from all over the world.

Plus, there's an unattended gazebo stocked with baskets of veggies grown on their farm. You take what you want, weigh it and then put your money in a toolbox.

I bought a pound of carrots. $2.

They were delicious.

Red wine? Or moldy bread?

Today, I'm going to alternate working on the freelance project I'm being paid to do and publishing the many, many rough drafts I have stored in my "Edit Posts" folder.

I'm hoping blog posts get better with age as opposed to spoil in the back of the fridge .

Jay Manuel, MD? I don't think so.

I'm pretty sure I wouldn't take Jay's (or Tyra's) word that it's perfectly fine for someone with asthma to dive.

According to PADI:
For safety, all students complete a brief scuba medical questionnaire that asks about medical conditions that could be a problem while diving. If any of these [which include asthma] apply to you, as a safety precaution your physician must assess the condition as it relates to diving and sign a medical form that confirms that you’re fit to dive.

I'm so mad. I'd stop watching, but I love the crazy.