I’ve briefly spoken about this to some friends and coworkers, but it’s time to put it out there for the whole world—or at least the three people who’ll actually read through this. Here’s the deal: I want walls back. As a gender, men have, essentially, given up walls to women and tradition. And, ladies, while I love YOU, I don’t like how you’ve chosen to make use of our wonderful gift of vertical shelter. I want them back. Under your care, they’ve become little more than a repository for knick-knacks and photo-frames and dried grass arrangements. I’ve had it. I want my walls back.

Isn’t there SOME way to make a wall useful? I mean, I understand the whole shelving thing, but, ultimately, that just turns into a more convenient way of storing the aforementioned bric-a-brac. I want NEW ideas; NEW efficiencies; a NEW WALL PARADIGM!

This is where I call upon those with an opinion and even those taking the baby-steps toward developing one: what is the answer? How can I make USE of my walls?

Here’s what I have so far:

· One wall in my home is for viewing moving images from an overhead HD projector. Let’s call this the “Home Theater” wall.

· There are various bits of Velcro scattered on other walls throughout the house, each with a mate, generally attached to a remote control, charger plug, or something else small, electronic, valuable, and best kept out of the reach of children

· One wall has a couple of guitars hanging from it.

EVERYTHING else is photos, elementary paintings/drawings (adorable, yes), calendars (like I ever use those), shelves, decorations, paint, and unidentified bits of kid-flung crud. Windows don’t count. If I could live in a glass house without an overwhelming sense of guilt, I would—trust me.

APPLY YOUR COLLECTIVE BRILLIANCE TO MY PERSONAL NEEDS, PEOPLE!

kisses!