VT (for all of my design-obsessed peeps)

photocourtesyalnwickgarden Peeps, I am shocked and saddened at the death of Amy Winehouse; it seems quite surreal that all that remains of this particular individual’s life are the images we experienced electronically, shared moments in the attendance of a live performance, or the singular bewitching voice which pierced through our consciousness thereby forcing us to understand her—as well as our-- need to feel, to risk, to love, to live.   Brilliantly and mischievously, she made not being good, devilishly good.   She will be missed. She will be simultaneously missed and remembered for both on and off stage performances; there is no denying her incredible talent, yet lately this had been clouded by public incidents of the loss of control attributed to drugs and alcohol, both poisons to which much caution must be attached.   It is argued that the substances (or the base materials) in themselves are quite benign, and only in application does any danger arise.   I...