when I grow up, I want to work in advertising...
So true. So true.
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I don't know what it is, but I think I was denied the football part of the male genome.
Before Theodore Seuss Geisel found fame as a children's book author, the primary outlet for his creative efforts was magazines. His first steady job after he left Oxford was as a cartoonist for Judge, a New York City publication. In 1927 one of these cartoons opened the way to a more profitable career, as well as greater public exposure, as an advertising illustrator.
According to an anecdote in Judith and Neil Morgan's book Dr. Seuss and Mr. Geisel (Random House, 1995), the wife of the ad executive who handled the Standard Oil company's account saw the cartoon. At her urging, her husband hired the artist, thereby inaugurating a 17-year campaign of ads whose recurring plea, "Quick, Henry, the Flit!," became a common catchphrase. These ads, along with those for several other companies, supported the Geisels throughout the Great Depression and the nascent period of his writing career.
Just like roses are red and violets and blue, chocolate is brown. Not black.

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Injecting a new element of intrigue into the traditional mystery novel format, The Daughters of Freya is a buzzed-about e-novella chronicling a journalist investigation of a California cult that believes sex is the answer to the world’s problems. (The book sounds a bit smutty, but the delievery is way cool.) Unlike conventional literature that is read page by page, readers of this cyber book receive 4-5 email exchanges per day that allow the story to unfold bit by bit, over a 3-week period. Each email is sent as if written by a character from the book, with the readers cc:ed.
Yesterday we took a little day trip to Chattanooga. What a wonderful place. We stopped to see Ruby Falls and Rock City. Oh my goodness...
Back above ground we head father up the mountain to see Rock City. I was kinda tired, and probably would have opted out of that one had we not already purchased the tickets. "Alright, time to see gravel art" I say as we park in the car.
Countdown to Norway: 35 days
