I’m a little disgruntled over the sudden air drop of masses of AT&T phone books over Chicago land the past week or two. So far, I’ve only seen the phone books piled high on sidewalks and in doorways careening like little mountains. Here at StoryStudio, our building managed to shove all the phone books underneath the mailboxes, stockpiling them for the next big trash pickup. What is going on here? Am I just too far gone to appreciate thumbing across pages and pages of thin, inky paper hunting through the alphabet for the phone number to my favorite Thai restaurant? No - I doubt that I am considered lazy for looking up the information on Metromix or some other online site; like Yellowpages.com? Check out this story about shortening White Pages listings in San Antonio I’m just a little more than “perturbed” by this obvious lack of consideration for the environment, despite I’m sure the recycled paper and inks that were used to construct them. Anyway - I just wanted to acknowledge what I consider to be horrendous injustice to mother earth and the space on my buildings landing that these phone books create each and every year they have appeared since the onslaught of internet and cell phones and 411. Maybe I should just keep one by my stove top, you know, to put out a fire or something.