I am writing this to avoid entering the Eames® Aluminum Group onto my website. This is not the fault of the poor Eames® Aluminum Group, which is breathtaking evidence that humankind has the potential for greatness. When one daily sees breathtaking evidence otherwise in the form of our “elected” government officials, this is a breath of fresh air. No, I’m just burning out on entering stuff onto my website, no matter how lovely it may be. The stuff, that is, not the website. The website is the product of a hideous and restrictive template, which I’m working on redesigning during all of this spare time I have.

Here’s a question for you: should I buy a beachfront condo in Costa Rica? My gut instinct is “no,” but the beachfront condo people say “yes.” I suppose it would be a good investment, if I had a plug nickel to invest in anything, and it would be a nice place to get away to, if I had any time to go anywhere. Also, I hate the beach, and I have had particularly bad experiences at Costa Rican beaches, and the ocean level is rising anyway so it will probably be an underwater condo within a year. I think what I long for most is a place to escape to. When Rob was still going to New York all the time, I once formulated a plan that I would work every day for three weeks a month and spend the fourth week with him in Manhattan. I have not yet come to the point where this is viable because I work every day for four weeks a month. This is fine, really; it sort of gives my life its shape, defines the parameters. But I am not made of Teflon, which is good because Teflon is a terrible poison. I mean, I can enjoy what I’m doing but still burn out on it. I can think the Eames® Aluminum Group is the bees’ knees and still want to die before I type one more word about it into my hideous website template.

One day they are going to make a movie about me.