On The Very Same Day

Here's A Habit I Never Thought I'd Develop: I Gravitate To Anything Online That's Marked 'most Popular' Or 'most E-mailed.' And I Hate Myself A Little Bit Every Time I Do.

Winter In The Country Is Very White. There Is Black Grit On All The Shoulders Of The Roads And On The Big Mounds From The Plows, And All The Cars Are Filthy, But The Fields Are Dazzling And Untouched And Pristine.

I Remember, When I Was A Kid, Watching My Mother Jam Herself Into Her Girdle - A Piece Of Equipment So Rigid It Could Stand Up On Its Own - And I Remember Her Coming Home From Fancy Parties And Racing Upstairs To Extricate Herself From Its Cruel Iron Grip.

I'm Much More Willing To Buy A Novel Electronically By Someone I Don't Know. Because If Halfway Through I Think, I Don't Really Like This, I Can Just Stop. I Can't Throw Books Out, Even If I Think They're Crummy. I Feel Like I've Got To Give It To The Library. I've Got To Loan It To Somebody, Or I Keep It On My Shelf. It's Like A Plant.

I Like The Idea That People Get Engaged Thinking About Design, About Creativity. I Don't See How It Could Possibly Be Bad.