It's happened! One of the least technical of my friends is now blogging! The inspiration? The complete renovation of his home.
Benn is a storyteller and what a way he has with words - especially when those words revolve around his favorite topic. Architecture, of course! Once you get him on the topic of Frank Lloyd Wright, then even transcendent sex pales in comparison - but I digress.
Times really are a'changing when a self-confessed Luddite has a blog. Benn can tell himself his cellphone is very butch with its flashlight, but it's like a Flinstone phone - it looks like it was carved from a piece of (high impact plastic) rock. Now the Blog - the mind fairly reels.
The worst part of it is, I can no longer toddle along with a post here and then a couple weeks (or months!) a post there. The time has come to beat our swords into plowshares of words. And the high-tech gauntlet is down!
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Wish Book for a New Generation
When we were children, the advent of the Sears Wish Book meant that our Christmas List could finally begin. After all, how would we know what we wanted to put in our letters to Santa unless we could tell him where to find our Christmas Dreams.
These days, my Wish Book lust has been eclipsed by a new love - the IKEA catalog. What dreams lie beneath the colorful glossy paper covers? How wonderful it's delivered to my home and there is even a mailer as an appetizer, reminding me to sample the main course of 375 pages of household decorative items.
The most amazing thing was that IKEA followed up the mailing with a brief survey. I managed to prevent myself from waxing rhapsodic over this odd passion of mine that began with a single bentwood chair (Poang, if you must know) that I purchased in 1987. I still have that chair, and many other items from IKEA.
Is it that nearly everything may be brought home flat and assembled with a metric hex key ("Svorn wrench" in my personal mythos)? Is it the clean lines of Scandinavian design? Is it the clever names for items? Who can say, but whatever it is, I'm hooked!
These days, my Wish Book lust has been eclipsed by a new love - the IKEA catalog. What dreams lie beneath the colorful glossy paper covers? How wonderful it's delivered to my home and there is even a mailer as an appetizer, reminding me to sample the main course of 375 pages of household decorative items.
The most amazing thing was that IKEA followed up the mailing with a brief survey. I managed to prevent myself from waxing rhapsodic over this odd passion of mine that began with a single bentwood chair (Poang, if you must know) that I purchased in 1987. I still have that chair, and many other items from IKEA.
Is it that nearly everything may be brought home flat and assembled with a metric hex key ("Svorn wrench" in my personal mythos)? Is it the clean lines of Scandinavian design? Is it the clever names for items? Who can say, but whatever it is, I'm hooked!
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