Little Wing Desktop Publishing
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A B O U T U S
Little Wing Desktop Publishing is a benevolent Utopian Dictatorship located not too far from where Laura Ingalls Wilder lived in her litle house in the big woods.
If you were to stop by our office, you would find a warm and inviting workspace--as you climb the stairs you would smell freshly brewed coffee and behind the sounds of keyboards clacking and telephones ringing, you would hear music, barking dogs, and the ever present whirr of a fan.
The air is almost always charged with electricity and the feeling that great things are about to happen.
Our manifesto is rather simple: be kind, recycle, spay and neuter, live in the moment, stop worrying about what other people think, see solutions not problems and laugh as much as possible.
Oh--and what about our name?
As Emily Dickinson once wrote:
. . . hope is the thing with feathers.
And from our patron saint, Jimi Hendrix:
Well she's walking through the clouds
With a circus mind that's running round
Butterflies and zebras
And moonbeams and fairy tales
That's all she ever thinks about
Riding with the wind.
When I'm sad, she comes to me
With a thousand smiles, she gives to me free
It's alright she says it's alright
Take anything you want from me,
Anything.
Fly on little wing,
Yeah yeah, yeah, little wing
If you were to stop by our office, you would find a warm and inviting workspace--as you climb the stairs you would smell freshly brewed coffee and behind the sounds of keyboards clacking and telephones ringing, you would hear music, barking dogs, and the ever present whirr of a fan.
The air is almost always charged with electricity and the feeling that great things are about to happen.
Our manifesto is rather simple: be kind, recycle, spay and neuter, live in the moment, stop worrying about what other people think, see solutions not problems and laugh as much as possible.
Oh--and what about our name?
As Emily Dickinson once wrote: . . . hope is the thing with feathers.
And from our patron saint, Jimi Hendrix:
Well she's walking through the clouds
With a circus mind that's running round
Butterflies and zebras
And moonbeams and fairy tales
That's all she ever thinks about
Riding with the wind.
When I'm sad, she comes to me
With a thousand smiles, she gives to me free
It's alright she says it's alright
Take anything you want from me,
Anything.
Fly on little wing,
Yeah yeah, yeah, little wing
SECURITY BY
BIG DOG SECURITY
"What's the password? Seriously. I'm not kidding. Don't make me eat you."
PROOFREADING BY
SWEET BABY JESUS
"Feline superiority since 2008, proving without a doubt on a daily basis that cats are smarter than dogs."
