Monday, August 06, 2007
Saturday, July 21, 2007
paper, rock, scissors?
Another brilliant marketing tactic from Seth Godin.
Cheap, yet successful business strategy? Not such an oxymoron after all...
Cheap, yet successful business strategy? Not such an oxymoron after all...
Friday, December 15, 2006
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Monday, November 06, 2006
'Oh Please' #1
From Communication Arts (Nov. 2006):
"This holiday season, there's finally a reason (and remedy) for overeating. Hewlett-Packard has overcome the curse of the camera that, as convention has it, adds 10 pounds. The new Photosmart R927 includes a built-in "Slimming Effect" that counteracts the optical surplus by squeezing an image to make subjects appear thinner than they actually are."
Great. Now all we need is the new R1024 model which provides every photographed face with a digitally enhanced brow lift, cheek implant, and lip injection.
While providing dinner, of course.
Monday, October 09, 2006
Gay Day Anaheim '06
It seems that our foursome, including Ken, myself, mother-in-law, and 4-year old nephew Eliot, stumbled upon Gay Day at Disneyland this weekend.
Proof that Tinkerbell wasn't the only fairy present at "The Happiest Place on Earth."
Sunday, October 01, 2006
365 Days.
One year today.
So I'm not exactly the sappy type, and this is quite out of character for me to publicize personal relationships (who am I kidding, that's what I DO), but today speaks volumes of a new milestone in my life.
One year today, I wed my best friend.
And I know people always say that, but for me, it's true. Ken has been my best friend since the first conversation we had, next to a gas-burning stove which was invevitably gas-burning our dinner. And we didn't care. I was so madly enamored with this man in front of me, this person who taught me more of myself in two hours than I had learned in two decades. It was one of those conversations where I, sitting cross-legged on the kitchen counter, and he, leaning against an antique armoire, were so incredibly uncomfortable with our seating arrangements, but feared to move an inch in case the other person thought we had become uninterested in the conversation; thus, each other. So we didn't move. And our mushroom pasta burned until it was so inedible that a Taco Bell run was in order.
And Taco Bell we did. The rest, is history.
And this year, these past 365 days, have been sheer hell. I don't know that many newlyweds admit to that, or if they even have to. But for me, being a newlywed in Los Angeles was worse than being stuck on a deserted island with our realtor, Matthew Hoffman, a topic of which, I will definitely revisit at a future date.
I hated everything about marriage. The compromise, the assumptions, the seclusion. And I hated everything about Los Angeles. The traffic, the lifestyle, the horrible jobs [or lack thereof].
And yet, I loved everything about Ken. And we decided that we should forget what we've heard about marriage, and approach this life together as best friends. Forget honeymoons, romantic getaways; we'll trudge hand in hand to the Taco Bell across the street and laugh at mockumentaries until we fall asleep on the couch. We'll spend our afternoons guessing how many Goldfish crackers we can catch in our mouths with our eyes closed, and then we'll see how many we can throw at our dog until he wakes up. And if we're feeling REALLY rowdy, we'll draw faces on our chins w/ Sharpies and sing "You're a Grand Old Flag" until we throw up from laughter.
And if that's what marriage is all about, I can't wait for the next 365 days.
So I'm not exactly the sappy type, and this is quite out of character for me to publicize personal relationships (who am I kidding, that's what I DO), but today speaks volumes of a new milestone in my life.
One year today, I wed my best friend.
And I know people always say that, but for me, it's true. Ken has been my best friend since the first conversation we had, next to a gas-burning stove which was invevitably gas-burning our dinner. And we didn't care. I was so madly enamored with this man in front of me, this person who taught me more of myself in two hours than I had learned in two decades. It was one of those conversations where I, sitting cross-legged on the kitchen counter, and he, leaning against an antique armoire, were so incredibly uncomfortable with our seating arrangements, but feared to move an inch in case the other person thought we had become uninterested in the conversation; thus, each other. So we didn't move. And our mushroom pasta burned until it was so inedible that a Taco Bell run was in order.
And Taco Bell we did. The rest, is history.
And this year, these past 365 days, have been sheer hell. I don't know that many newlyweds admit to that, or if they even have to. But for me, being a newlywed in Los Angeles was worse than being stuck on a deserted island with our realtor, Matthew Hoffman, a topic of which, I will definitely revisit at a future date.
I hated everything about marriage. The compromise, the assumptions, the seclusion. And I hated everything about Los Angeles. The traffic, the lifestyle, the horrible jobs [or lack thereof].
And yet, I loved everything about Ken. And we decided that we should forget what we've heard about marriage, and approach this life together as best friends. Forget honeymoons, romantic getaways; we'll trudge hand in hand to the Taco Bell across the street and laugh at mockumentaries until we fall asleep on the couch. We'll spend our afternoons guessing how many Goldfish crackers we can catch in our mouths with our eyes closed, and then we'll see how many we can throw at our dog until he wakes up. And if we're feeling REALLY rowdy, we'll draw faces on our chins w/ Sharpies and sing "You're a Grand Old Flag" until we throw up from laughter.
And if that's what marriage is all about, I can't wait for the next 365 days.
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