Up the Tree

Commitment is going to “IKEA”:http://www.ikea-usa.com/ with your girlfriend (or boyfriend) and shopping for furniture for your apartment. It shows you all sorts of things about your significant other; their style, their taste, their willingness to adapt. It’s a test. A two floor Swedish test with products, that I’m convinced, have subliminal messages in their titles.

*Büyundøbey*

Diane and I broke up twice, had a fight about paper lanterns, decided that a good window covering makes all the difference in a room and still had time for meatballs. The stress of carrying a yellow plastic bag around Elizabeth New Jersey and picking up nicknacks you will eventually discard at the check-out is more than anyone can handle. Combine that sensory overload with people wielding shopping carts like viking hammers and you have the basic gist of the IKEA at exit 13A.

I’m glad to say that we have patched up our differences and will be staying together for the children.

One thing that always makes me feel a little sad is when I see a lost glove or mitten on the ground that somebody has dropped.

I think I should start a “website”:http://glovemuseum.tripod.com/ http://www.lostglove.com/ where people, who have lost gloves or mittens, can search online by location and glove style and be reunited with their handware. It would be really rewarding to know that a glove would have a home again, especially children’s mittens.

It would be like the 21st Century equivalent of a fence… You know when you find a lost glove, you pick it up and put it on a spike of the fence so the person who lost it would be able to come back and find it.

*I Maybe alone on that one.*

I saw this great “illustration”:http://www.andyhowell.com/sketch/image/hersk.jpg on this interesting “website.”:http://www.andyhowell.com/

It immediately made me want to create something of my own, to try my hand at what I saw and take it into my own vocabulary. To let that inspiration create something in my life.

The web is sometimes so cool.

I’ve called it _Blind Optimism_ or _Blissfully Unaware._

There is something magical about New York after a snow storm. Especially a snow storm in April. The snow knows it isn’t supposed to be there, but doesn’t care.