I haven't done an editorial in quite some time, even though I have lots of ideas, and what with the state of the world right now, things piss me off on an hourly basis, especially if I spend any time online. Still there is something to be said about art therapy, and channeling my anger into more positive outcomes.
Well, okay, maybe this isn't so positive, but like many folks in our neck of the woods, I am so done with winter this season. Fighting against depression, augmented by seasonal affective disorder, and compounded by existential despair, throw in a semester of stress, drama and imploding students, and topped off with record-breaking cold snaps and snowfall totals for the Interior, and you have a perfect recipe for inspiration for those of us with a decidedly dark sense of humor. Ha ha ha.
But seriously, the whole traditional "40 Below Club" as a rite of passage is only funny for the first few weeks, but now it's really really getting old. Or maybe it's just me...
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