Having "Me" Time

The past two days the hot topic on everyone's lips has been "Steve Jobs has died."  It's strange that I should find out about this on my iPhone, a few minutes after waking up.  When talking to others the first reaction is a little 'gasp.'  Everyone knows him. Even those who are not Apple fans.  He's dead and millions worldwide mourn his death.  Millions who have not seen nor spoken to him in person, yet we all hold a part of him in our lives.  We use his inventions to contact those dearest to us and as research even suggests, what we feel for our smart phones may not be merely addiction, but in fact 'love.' Yes, we have grown to 'love' our iPhones, iPads, iPods, Macs and many things Apple related. For me, the iPhone has become so much of life that it is the last thing I look at before I go to bed at night, and it is the first thing I wake up to in the morning.  It is my alarm clock, my organizer, my camera, my newspaper, and my source o...

Tonight I write not about travels, good eats, nor exercise.  I write about a little activity that is great for relaxing and in the end you get something that also comes in handy, a little notebook or sketchbook.  Every since I can remember, I've always loved books and stationery.   I could spend hours on end in bookstores, browsing through the titles, flipping through titles and feeling the paper between my hands.  This love for books included a love for stationery.  Fine writing paper, beautifully crafted notebooks and calligraphy pens were my thing.  As I grow older, it now involves a love for books that have been handcrafted.  I have a sketchbook that I handmade in highschool and it still holds up find.  Everytime I use it, I remember sitting there making the cover and cutting up the paper. Drawings inside date from the 1990's, but each one holds a memory.   Happy memories.  It's not surprising my first drawing is o...