Meadow Hill

If I could just post the picture, then shut up.

So call me Mac, or John, I’ll answer. But never call me late for dinner!

Or an ambulance. I can’t stand lame jokes...he lied…

Click repeatedly. Endless amusement for all ages.

Just remember, you are not e e cummins. Descriptive titles, please.

Someday I will write all this down

You really don’t want to hear what’s going on in here.

An ever–growing list of things I am thankful for

It’s most likely that through the wisdom of crowds we come to the same conclusion, that content needs endnotes, not updates.

Several years ago, I was doing a mockup for my first non–meadowhill.orgian site. Top of the page (the title, as it were) read, “I AM NOT AN ARTIST.” Five years later, I would love to correct my callous mistake.

There is nothing that says “I spent 400 man–hours designing this site” than Helvetica and a baseline grid.

I can identify with a book, written more than 30 years before my birth.

Titling this post more accurately would be “Twitter replies”, I think. Yet, I needed to show how I was setting the conversation free. How I was changing from a comment–based system to some sort of experimental reply system. How I was getting sick of comments for low, low mortgage rates and discount pharmaceuticals.

It takes a village to build a website. And by “village” I mean “a bunch of talented people who are smarter than me.”