Simplicity has always been a high value for me, at least so I thought... Reading up a bit on the recent trend of "simplicity," however, has left me a bit at odds with my former ally. Perhaps this is because I mistakenly equate simplicity with ease. Easier almost always seems better to me. For example, packing light means less awkward, sweaty, explosive fits of rage at the airport: easier, simpler, better. Having fewer things means fewer spousal arguments or manipulative tactics about what makes the cut moving to a new apartment: easier, simpler, better. Choosing to do one thing a day, rather than seven, means I might have time to make dinner: easier, simpler, tastier. Although I recognize that easy does not necessarily always mean simple, it seems nowadays that simple does not necessarily mean simple either. Simple, it seems, has become a brand, a lifestyle, a luxury. Simple is planting an extensive garden in your ba...