Adirondick Chairs: Why?

Remember that gin-soaked summer spent on the Cape when you gorged yourself on lobster rolls and wore madras everyday? Of course you do, because you are reminded of it every time you see your Adirondick chair. Except that you never had these memories because you were never there, but you let this piece of "furniture" suggest otherwise.

I really want to take an ax to all of these stupid chairs. Why would you choose to sit on hard wooden slats? You might as well just sit on the ground since you look just as graceful trying to get in and out of these uncomfortable pieces of crap. And you always see pictures of them on the beach, which is misleading because you'd have to rent a crane and a dually to get them there because they weigh a ton and don't fold up!

*photo courtesy of plasticlumberyard.com! I can't even talk about that right now.

Coffee Book Ideas

I thought of one yesterday: A book full of profiles of guys who've been dumped by their girlfriends, who then read The Secret and update their Myspace profile accordingly. It's quite a phenomenon and it's hilarious when you come across the online carnage. I would post some of my favorites, but it's just too pathetic.

Another book idea I had occurred after a hurricane (I lost track of the names a long time ago) while I was looking at some of the damage. Feeling rather cranky after going weeks without A/C during a heat wave, I noticed that a steeple had broken off and was stabbing the roof of a church. I thought about all of the Time magazine photo of the year entries that always show some poor rural town completely decimated save (I have a problem with puns) its one church which stands unscathed. (Never mind that money spent building a structually sound church may have been better used to safeguard the congregation's homes.)

Anyway, I thought, why not make a coffee table dedicated to lampooning those types of images? The church crushed by its own steeple would have made a great cover. I'm not sure who would fund this type of book, who would buy it other than Marilyn Manson, or who would even agree to sell it. But I still think it's a great idea. I would title it Salvation My Ass.