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Saturday, April 10, 2004
Home of coal-fired museums and bookstores 
| | ...about Baltimore and smokestacks? |
A choice for less of nothing
| | ...who wants OK? Not me. When there's 500 channels of people telling us how to become perfect cooks, gardeners, dressers and travellers, any compromise feels like, well, compromise. And that's the problem with choice. Whatever I choose probably won¹t live up to my expecations, leaving me to feel that somewhere out there, there was the thing I missed, the one that would make me happy right now. |
| | A few years ago I worked with a big UK supermarket chain. We did some research into why people shopped organic. Was it for health? A commitment to the environment? To sustainability? The real reason was quite shocking: in the organic aisle, there¹s only one kind of carrot, two kinds of potatoes and one kind of lettuce. People were paying a premium to escape being confronted with twenty varieties of spud. |
Still seems like yesterday
| | My father died 25 years and one day ago. |
It's still fun to try
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