bottomless pit
I saw a bumpersticker today: bottomless pit of needs and desires.
My response to this is immediate and traceable to my Catholic school upbringing. Guilt. Why am I never always looking for things to entertain myself? I've got such a great life, really. Which reminds me of the line from Shall We Dance when Susan Sarandon demands an explanation from Richard Gere: why so secretive about something as innocent as dance lessons? And his answer: I was ashamed. How can I be unhappy when we have so much?
Which reminds me, in turn, of my various obsessions, for example: fonts. I love them. I lust after them. Today I got an email advertisement from the P22 people about a new set of fonts that I absolutely do not need, but oh, they make my heart flutter. I have hundreds of fonts -- all of which I paid for, to support those graphic artists who create such beauty -- but I always want more. So I'm wondering, can I talk myself into another almost hundred bucks for these very stylized (but historical!) handwriting fonts? How to rationalize the purchase? Maybe someplace, sometime, I'll be doing some pro bono design work for a school and the Staunton script family will prove to be exactly the right thing?
Okay, so, it's a stretch.
Back to work.
PS I have a whole slew of interesting links to share, mostly from the radiant Robyn Bender, who, by the way, FINALLY has received at least some of the recognition she deserves for her fan fic, by means of the Sparky awards.