Make it clear why you left the random article or message on your colleague’s work desk (or just use them for easy notation on staff meeting agendas) with these fun stamps. And, with the “dislike” button, you get twice the functionality (with paper and ink) over Facebook’s own features. Just when are they going to […]

I saw this book at the Paper Source on Wednesday, and it shall be mine – oh, yes…it shall be mine. Mind you, I didn’t buy it…yet. But it’s officially on my Amazon Wishlist. (Cough, cough. Is anyone married to me reading this? I’m just sayin’.) Not only is it a terrific book to flip […]

The world of cinema is a huge playground for the imagination, so it makes sense that we should watch a tearjerker film when we are in need of catharsis through a good cry, a romantic film when we are feeling, well, ready for romance, etc. But what about good, old-fashioned cleaning inspiration? Never fear, Freckles […]

I like the New Yorker (in theory) very much, especially select sections. Still, the percentage I “read” of each issue is meager at best, if I’m being honest. How is it that I have read a ton of their cartoons and poetry and so little else? It’s not that I don’t enjoy their other pieces […]

How did I get through so many years of school without hearing this strange “presidential history” anecdote about John Quincy Adams and Anne Royall? According to the story, Adams (son of John Adams) customarily took a nude early morning swim in the Potomac River. Anne Royall, the first U.S. female professional journalist (i.e. did it […]

My friends Kris and Jason put this song parody together, based on the SNL bit that Andy Sandberg did (Like a Boss). I think this is actually much funnier than the original. Here’s hoping that you don’t finish this song up and think, “Huh, that reminds me of Freckled Life…”, Rock n’ roll, Freckles

Slate asks a simple but fun question: what if major filmmakers could “direct” the Super Bowl? Enjoy the bloodbath, as “envisioned” by a faux Taratino, not exactly Lynch, a spot-on but not at all real Anderson, an imaginary Godard and (my favorite) nonexistent Herzog. Who is your favorite film director? And…action! Freckles,