Midwest Memo
I was in the office supply store the other day. You know the type of place, the big box store with rows and rows of paper and plastic, furniture and electronics and stuff, stuff, stuff. With their tempting array of time saving and chaos organizing gizmos and what-knots, I get lost imagining how efficient I might be if only I possessed that certain, new, amazing, organizing thing-a-ma-bob.
On this particular mission I was checking out label makers. This time around I was working on the theory that if my various bits of miscellany were labeled, I could find stuff, file stuff and get things done with all that stuff. At this juncture I should mention that sitting on my desk, gathering dust, is a recently purchased book entitled: "Getting Things Done," by author David Allen. The tag line for the book is "The Art of Stress- Free Productivity." Frankly, it is stress enough just having Mr. Allen starring at me from his book cover every day. Maybe it's my imagination, but it seems Mr. Allen casts a disapproving look at the creative chaos strewn in every direction of his perch. For what it's worth, the clutter between Mr. Allen and me keeps him a comfortable distance from any chance he might thump me on the noggin.
On this particular shopping venture I returned to my car out in the parking lot without any items purchased. I didn't buy the label maker I had come for because I couldn't decide on the size of labels and the color of the label tape. The choices before me represented too many decisions and I figured that as soon as I swiped my charge card on a label maker, then I'd read from David Allen just which size and color would be most efficient.
The label makers came in several type sizes - kind of a big, bigger and biggest theme. And it was the contemplation of those type sizes that got me to thinking. Why not a huge, really enormous, sized label maker to label all those things out there in the world that we all wonder about.
Labels, big billboard sized labels could answer a lot of unasked questions. Like, what, exactly, is that place?
I regularly go past huge hulking steel mill plants and tiny diminutive little houses, then past anonymous bunkerlike warehouses and around quirky half buildings or skeleton structures only to wonder, what is that, or, just what was that?
Closed schools, churches that are houses, shuttered mills and glitzy spa-looking structures, I want to know them all, what they are, or, what they were. I want them labeled.
And while we've got the label maker warmed up, I'd like labels on all those double entry doors to public places where one door is always locked - that's the door I always push on first. I could save a little energy if it was labeled "not this one."
Since all houses seem to be universally known by the former owner's name, we might all just agree on labeling them accordingly. And we transplanted city folks who wound up out in the country would really appreciate some of that enormous farm equipment labeled so as to sort out the combines from the corn cribs.
OK, so I couldn't resist. I looked up labelers in my barely used "Getting Things Done." Mr. Allen recommends the Brother labeler with the AC adapter - black letters on white tape.
So, my question is, does that come in extra large?












