I'm Totally This Coordinated...

Ever Have A Day When You Felt Like This?

Good Advertising

It's recently occurred to me that as much as I love advertising (really good advertising), I rarely post or write about it. That ends NOW.

What better way to reclaim my love for the commercials Tivo has rendered nearly obsolete than to post an ad about Sweedish design and KITTENS?

Things I Love Today

Finding friends in unexpected places.

Vertical Gardens.

A quiet space to read.

Moving Sideways

Some recent setbacks in my monde du travail have been a pretty major bummer. The silver lining (although perhaps this one is more slate than silver) is that I'm in the process of redecorating my office. We moved from a campus building to an off-campus house, and although I am now sharing an office, I have several windows. Also, my officemate's computer plays sound (mine requires headphones) so we have spent the past few days unpacking and jamming to the All4One pandora station.

I'm happy with the current status of my workspace. I have my Baltimore caricature map, my You're Dumb mug, my SOGH painting, and of course, my poufs.

All I need now are a few more wall-hangings and the requisite 15 extra pounds of corporate ass I'm bound to throw on from sitting here.

Things I Hate

Just got back from a seriously amazing vacation (pictures will be posted as soon as the internet allows me to upload them.) Speaking of the internet, it's ruining other aspects of all our lives.

Apparently the OED will no longer go to print. The comprehensive, unabridged, tangible evidence of our mutt language will begin phasing out, and soon only be accessible online. OED's are by no means cheap, but the going rate for a membership to our words is currently 240 pounds/year. On Amazon you can find the 20 volume set for $900. You'll purchase the equivalence of a new set every three years and have only a username and password to show for it.

OED's are meant to be displayed and perused, not brutally condensed into yet another forgotten corner of the internet. I think this marks the official fall of print... when newspapers and books went online the future of print was dubious. Now that the flagship key to our language will never again be leafed through by curious fingers, it's all over.

Goodbye, OED. I hope one day I am rich enough to pay your annual fee.

Things I Love Today

Hard work.

Sunsets that look like sunrises.

Dual-purposed dock bars.

Sunfish.

I stopped eating carbs on Monday and I think its making me lose weight in my brain. I've tried writing posts but nothing is meeting the high literary standards we here in the Bonnet demand.

Thusly, I leave you with an illustrated portrait of the non-symbiotic relationship I enjoy with two of my favorite men.

So You Need a Typeface

I'll be honest. I'm a huge fan of the serif.

Thanks to Maxine for literally doing nothing at work except sending me fabulous things like this.

Things I Love Today

Being really tired.

Street art.

Family.

Mad Men Season Four Recap

Mad Men premier party was a success. We had Manhattans, suits with skinny ties, form-fitting dresses and heels (sorry crab), a jello/fruit mold and some lively, timely chatter about President Kennedy's assassination and the question on every American's mind: Do you think we'll make it to the moon by the end of the decade?

Noticeably absent from the evening were Thally's lisp, Baby Eugene and Peggy's repressed, unfortunate, weirdo hair cut. Thally is growing into a beautiful, sassy bulimic exhibitionist...it seems she's replaced her tongue-thrust oral fixation with that of an esophageal kind. If we learned anything from the Thanksgiving dinner scene, it's that Thally does not like being force-fed sweet potatoes in front of mommy's new husband's family.

Peggy has become more girl-like and less Gollum-like in the year we've spent apart. She has a bob that covers her terrifying ears, sits on tables during meetings and has inside jokes with the cute new SCDP employee. (Who are you, 'Joey?') She's more assertive, extroverted and daring this season, which should make for some nice scenes with her babydaddy Mister Peter Dykeman Campbell.

Don was bringing me down pretty hard until the last scene of the episode. He lives alone, is newly anorexic (so that's where Thally got it from) and has a new penchant for getting beat up by otherwise friendly hookers. I guess the lovely school teacher got the boot? I was expecting to see her free-spriting through the first ep... I think we can file her under the "Noticeably Absent" file too.

So basically Don is a partner in a brand new and thriving agency but still hates his life. He's like a dead fish in interviews (come on Dick, we all know your secrets now, no need to be shy) and he still does not like to be told his creative is bad. (Watch it, Danskin.)Informing- I assume- his shitty attitude at work, he is seen trucking back and forth to the 'burbs to see his kids, and by default see his ex-wife and her new hubby squatting in his house. Dammit Bets, move out!

The one glimmer of hope in the bleak affair that is Don's life as a bachelor is his interview with the WSJ. After getting a stern talking-to from Sterling and Cooper, Don realizes that, omigod, he is an advertisement for the firm! Bring on the smiles! Bring in the charm! Be gone, Mid-Western humility!

I have to wait a whole week for the next ep (and you, poor reader, have to wait as long for a re-cap) and I will spend the time wisely. I realized I had not nearly enough to talk about loudly as strangers walked by, puzzling over the group of twenty-somethings dressed to the nines at 9:45 on a balmy Sunday night. I need fuel for my era-appropriate banter. Please feel free to comment below.