On The Very Same Day That I

The Old Orchid Hunter Lay Back On His Pillow, His Body Limp... 'you'll Curse The Insects,' He Said At Least, 'and You'll Curse The Natives... The Sun Will Burn You By Day And The Cold Will Shrivel You By Night. You'll Be Racked By Fever And Tormented By A Hundred Discomforts, But You'll Go On. For When A Man Falls In Love With Orchids, He'll Do Anything To Possess The One He Wants. It's Like Chasing A Green-eyed Woman Or Taking Cocaine... It's A Sort Of Madness.

I'm Always Mystified By The Day-to-day Workings Of Entities Like Twitter That Provide Framework But Not Content, But I Suppose It Could Be Compared To The U.s. Postal Service, Which Manages To Keep A Lot Of People Employed Doing Lots Of Stuff Other Than Writing Letters.

Every Corny Thing That's Said About Living With Nature - Being In Harmony With The Earth, Feeling The Cycle Of The Seasons - Happens To Be True.

I Think The Responsibility Of Running A Huge Business, Which Happens If You Become A Successful Designer, Probably Makes You More Careful.

Now We're E-mailing And Tweeting And Texting So Much, A Phone Call Comes As A Fresh Surprise. I Get Text Messages On My Cell Phone All Day Long, And It Warbles To Alert Me That Someone Has Sent Me A Message On Facebook Or A Reply Or Direct Message On Twitter, But It Rarely Ever Rings.