The good old days. When water gun fights weren’t future war - it was just about soaking the other son-ova-bitch before the 6 o’clock dinner curfew.
Just a thought
But why is it when things are going well there is always that little feeling that something’s wrong. I mean, I have everything put together, the job I want, a rad apartment, and a life. But why does it all feel temporary, not a few years, but a few hours from collapse.
Is life too good to be true, or are there underlying issues?
The Perfect tool for Copywriters »
I think this application has a serious future ahead of it. While I don’t think that it’s for the every day depressed office executives who are just writing things out to fax or email.
But for copywriters, those gifted souls who are constantly alone with their thoughts, with this application the mind can take a breath, latch onto an idea, scribe some gold, then justifiably win competition paperweights.
The app is still in beta, I hope they add the function to use all available system fonts, a wider selection of backgrounds, possibly an iPhone app port. I could care less that PC’s don’t have a version.
BOS to SFO
After all the airport scares the past few days, I’m suprised how quickly it took me to get through the airport and onto the plane.
Leaving on time, that’s a different story.
I can’t wait for things to melt more and dry so I can open this beast up.
Also, I ordered a fiberglass cafe racer seat, new air filters, and norton style cafe bar end mirrors. Bike will be finished this summer, and painted.
Somehow after writing copy, printing, laminating 250 cards, cutting, printing another 250, boxing then taping - adding stamps and priority tape to each box at the post office doesn’t seem so bad, aside from the sneers from the handicap woman in the wheelchair.
Happy holidays!
