Why is everything always critically important? Why can't something be just interesting, useful, beautiful, thoughtful, considered, slow, done with love and care, or not done with a sense impending doom? My life is rushing right now, and I really wish I could slow it down. Some of the wonderful things in it are part of the cause, but my employment is the central reason for this. Working as a contract web developer is a series of emergencies and arguments that never ends. Some days I just want to sit down and make something small, thoughtful, and crafted.














