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Posts from March 2009

On the vernal equinox

Likeapainting
A look back at a wintry scene on this first day of spring (it actually sleeted for a while this afternoon) / Northeast PA / Feb. 2009

I placed an online order for a CD with CD Baby.com and received a reply that made me laugh out loud. I don't know if they did this just for me ... but it is, without a doubt, the best "we are shipping your item" email that has graced my In Box:

Your CD has been gently taken from our CD Baby shelves with sterilized contamination-free gloves and placed onto a satin pillow.
A team of 50 employees inspected your CD and polished it to make sure it was in the best possible condition before mailing.
Our packing specialist from Japan lit a candle and a hush fell over the crowd as he put your CD into the finest gold-lined box that money can buy.
We all had a wonderful celebration afterwards and the whole party marched down the street to the post office where the entire town of Portland waved "Bon Voyage!" to your package, on its way to you, in our private CD Baby jet on this day, Friday, March 20th.
I hope you had a wonderful time shopping at CD Baby. We sure did. Your picture is on our wall as "Customer of the Year." We're all exhausted but can't wait for you to come back to CDBABY.COM!!
Thank you, thank you, thank you!
Sigh...


Life is a mystery

Ljubljana_mystery
Cafes at night in a livable city / Ljubljana, Slovenia / May 2005


Cleaning off my desk trying to make some space in my mind and calm the demons I find a scrap of paper that says: A mystery is not the same as a puzzle.

Listen over and again

Volumes
Two of the things that make us human: work (technology creates new paradigms for where and how we can work) and creativity (creativity feeds on itself . . . the fabric for new curtains waits patiently to be sewn) / New Jersey / Feb. 2009

How terrible to lose the share
of being human.
Hirelings on horseback, princes on foot.
Do you think you can live that simply ?
Listen. Over and
again the aria is beautiful.

~ “21” by Slovenian poet Meta Kušar