The Death of Domino

The last issue of Domino magazine is on its way with a parting note from the PR staff. Nothing liked being dumped by your favorite magazine. While it feels like a break up, I guess it is really just one of those sad sad casualities of the recession. Some people speculate that all the design magazines are going under because of all the design blogs. I can't really wrap my head around this as the design blogs I read all subscribe to Domino magazine. I mean, Domino was it - the design altar we all go in times of need and inspiration. It was so refreshing to have a magazine that we frugal flea market finds hand-me-down furniture kinda bohemian types could relate to. My husband teases me about how sad I am about the loss of this magazine. Like, I don't know, maybe it says something about how little there is going on in my life. Whatever. Really, if I was running for Congress and not at home blogging and raising a really cute newborn, I'd be upset. Probably, I will savor the last issue while curled up in bed with a cup of tea during my son's naptime. When I am finished, I will probably go straight to Amazon and order the Domino book of Decorating, and then let time heal the wound.

Planet Earth, David Attenborough and the Mosquito walk into a bar

Tonight Kent and I finished watching the Planet Earth DVD series narrated by David Attenborough. The series ends with a pretty powerful essay on saving endangered species - even those endangered species that are not as cute and endearing as those snuggly pandas. It turns out that the animals that are most necessary to save from extinction are those that come with multiple legs and that crawl in the dirt. While they may make our stomachs squemish, they are the ones that maintain the livability of ecosystems for other animals. And the power of the Planet Earth series lies in that even while your stomach is turning from looking at all those bugs with multiple legs, you are left moved and like you should personally save them from extinction.
That is, except for the mosquito. Somebody please, offer me a defense of the mosquito. Clearly, the mosquito was created on one of God's off days in his vengeful Old Testament phase. I mean, what does the mosquito do except make people miserable and spread disease? And when was the last time any body stood around at a cocktail party and somebody said, "Hey - remember the good ol' days when we used to get those really great bouts of malaria?"
Also the flea could use some explanation. In a way, fleas are cool because they can jump ridiculously high, but that doesn't make them necessary in life.

Oh, the hunger of heartbreak

What is it, that when those who are close to us have their heart broken, we just want to feed them? And what is it about their heartbreak that makes me hungry?

Some days

You just gotta surrender to your horoscope. Granted, it's easier when your horoscope says you're about to become wealthy - especially if your horoscope works like some people's fairy godmothers.