I came up with a new word today. I was overcome by anxiety as I often am when confronted by a mountain of relatively uniform waste. So much could be done with it! If I only had a brain! If only I could intervene before it’s picked up by sanitation, headed for the landfill or even a recycling facility! So much energy could be saved! So many children’s lives made whole! Oh the humanity…. All this anxiety born of the need for better design interventions. And thus was born “designxiety.” And I started typing this post, totally ready to take the stage and be crowned for my genius contribution to the land of modern etymology when I decided to check the Google. Five hits as of today. Oh well. As we say in kindergarten, “I made it up for myself!”
Did I ever tell you about the time I wrote Stairway to Heaven?