In which I try not to flake out

Gah! I'm about to do it again! Not to fail due the fact that I didn't even get started. WTF?


When The Nester announced that 31 Days was upon us, I jumped and decided on the spot that that was my chance to get things done. I was going to join. And I was going to start right there right then, practicing the two weeks until 1st October.

Instead, I've spent the last two weeks writing in my head. The last few days I've been hacking on my first post. I'm not getting anywhere. This is funny, because my topic is

"Stop living in my head" 

Yes, it's as obvious as it sounds.

And it's funny that I'm perfectionating* on this first post, considering that I don't think anybody should or will ever read anything I'll be putting out there.

Yeah, sorry, this is going to be unbearably boring to anybody else but me. Maybe I'll throw in some pretty pictures every once in a while. I do live in Switzerland after all.

I just started to go off on a tangent that may or may not have had a point or alternatively ended up nowhere.

So, to get things moving, I'm declaring this post done. It just needs to be out there, so that there is a record of me having started this 31 day challenge ... (cough, cough, i'm two days late, make that 29 day challenge), so that in fact I do have some fear of failing.

I'll be mighty pleased if I don't do much else than show up here daily. Bonus if I work on my topic.

(sound of a gigantic boulder rolling down a mountain)

* I swear, I made up my word without knowing that The Nester (or her sister) made up a word and talked about it today!

Shoo, go, post, go onto the interwebs.

Web Log

Today, Friday, 19th April, 2013, I watched Jessi Arrington's talk at TYPO San Francisco.

Which made me google Milton Glaser and then Mike Monteiro, followed by watching this:

2011/03 Mike Monteiro | F*ck You. Pay Me. from San Francisco Creative Mornings on Vimeo.

Trying to embed the above led to the shocking discovery that I didn't have an account with vimeo.

Going through a pile of accumulated papers, lead to the looking up of a bunch of Swiss photographers. I decided to put Ornella Cacace onto my blog following list. She's shooting Saison Küche chef Ralf Schelling on his grocery shopping trips. I was subscribed to SK when he first showed up; SK seems to want to turn him into a Swiss Jamie O.; or sumthin'. Don't know how that's going, my subscription ended right after that issue.

I also found this fabulousness:

It is by Diane Steverlynck, to be had at Objekten, except that it is "out of stock due to success. Please contact us to pre-order" - I really would, if you'd let me know the price up front. I'd feel funny to to contact them along the lines of "I'd like to pre-order, but how much is it so I'm sure I need it."

It was rainy as forecast. The news out of the US are horrible, and in CH Credit Suisse employees are no longer allowed to have plants in their offices. Supposedly that's a money saving measure. Say what?