When I shortly reveal my holiday schedule, you will forgive me for not posting sooner. I've been like Rip Van Winkle since 9am on Christmas day. But hopefully my narcolepsy will be forgiven eventually.
The one nice thing about being so busy is that I haven't had time to read about politics. But then I come across this article and realize that it's because no one is writing about politics.
I'll leave you with my comment to the intrepid Mr. Colvin, which I am quite sure will not be published in the interest of keeping the public's right to worship intact.
Sweet Weeping Willow. Could Mr. Colvin raise his loins any higher in the direction of Obama's face?
This is bad for a high school girl, but for a professional journalist? I'm cringing for him.
If he wants to write about a bad-ass whom he could never hope to be, he should write about a marine, not this ivory-towered poseur with less street cred than Barry Goldwater.
Saturday, December 27, 2008
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Saturday, December 13, 2008
Friday, December 12, 2008
Friday, December 05, 2008
I really do get caught up in my work at school, so sometimes I forget just who I'm going to school with.
One of my classmates, oh, I'll call him Hector, wandered into class the other day, an hour late, completely disheveled, and walking very slowly. He asked if the instructor was around. Someone said he stepped out for awhile. Hector just stood there and finally someone asked him if he was sick.
"Naw, man," said Hector looking pale.
"You don't look too good."
"I spent the weekend in the hospital," said the rumpled Hector.
"Did you have surgery?"
"Naw, man," said the increasingly vacant Hector.
"So WHAT HAPPENED?" The classmate's curiosity finally getting the better of him.
"Oh, I got stabbed, man," said Hector returning to Earth briefly.
"How the hell did you get stabbed?" asked the curious classmate.
"I was hanging out with this girl and her ex-boyfriend came over. You know how shit like that goes down."
Now I don't know about any of you, but I really don't know how shit like that goes down. No human being on earth seems worth the stabbing or the receiving of the stabbing. However, 3/4 of my classmates were nodding their heads sagely.
And then that evening, I was talking with my group for the Starbuck's project, prattling on about various ideas. Finally, I stopped and asked if anyone else had something to say.
I was stared at blankly for a few seconds, and one of them says, "Well, what I think we need to do is find a way to sell the product."
The other one offered his girlfriend up as a prop - a sexy prop - for the photo shoots.
Tears came into my eyes momentarily and I'm still not sure whether it was from mirth or frustration.
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
For one of my classes, I have to do an ad campaign for Starbucks. We're supposed to do 3 magazine ads, 3 billboards, and 1 direct mail piece. This is a group project and the two guys I'm paired with can draw very nicely, but are idiots. I hate putting it so bluntly, but there isn't time to be nice. Anyway, I've been put in charge of the group, which means my grade will be affected more if it turns out crappy. And this has me very, very worried. I don't foresee being able to brainstorm with my group members, so I'm resorting to my good friends in the Blogland.
My instructor really likes sexy (bordering on risque)/funny, which is good because that amuses me too. But Starbucks, to me, is neither sexy nor funny. To me, Starbucks is expensive and pretentious - two nearly unforgivable qualities for advertising. Plus, they don't really have any previous ad campaigns to work from, except some deadly serious tv commercials.
So I need a clever theme that I can carry through 7 different ads. It doesn't have to be sexy, just clever. Starbucks is desperately in need of some kind of retooling with people spending less on things like overpriced coffee, so maybe there's a crack in the door there.
Any ideas would be most humbly and gratefully accepted. The best I can do by way of reward, is post the final project and write your name in blazing color on my blog.