I love this one. This is James who is a hair dresser at the salon I go to. Who has the balls to say that? Well, apparently James does. He kept the label on and went about his day at the salon.
The DYMO Project, otherwise affectionately known as the forehead project, started with a tacky old DYMO labeler. I bought it on EBAY for like 3 bucks. As anyone who has ever had a labeler of any sort can tell you, the damn thing is addictive. You want to label everything you can lay your hands on. And I don't mean just the spice jars. I mean everything and everyone. Hey, why not people? I liked the idea of people walking around with labels on their foreheads. Something short and sweet. 'Mother', 'Father', 'Indian Chief'. You know gravestone descriptions. I started asking everyone I knew to describe themselves in a single thought. Then I'd whip out the DYMO, spell it out and take a picture. Relatively painless, no muss, no fuss. Sometimes people surprise you, sometimes in a good way. About 5 people into the 100 person project I realized that no one was showing up with the gravestone stuff. Instead they were spelling out 'Yes' and 'Tabula Rasa'. 'I AM GOD' and 'Don Quixote'. Well then, here we go...............
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