I had a post all set for today, a good one, too. A heart-string puller. But then Mark Denton posted this video on Linked In.
I flipped over it. As I flip over almost everything Mark does. I sent him a note. Can I post this tomorrow? I asked. Yes! He said and here it is.
Mark is amazing. Everything he does. I even wrote three blog posts about him starting with this one. Maybe I should keep him my secret. But the world should know.
And I'm stupid that way.
Next, I decided to "pad" this post. It was too short just posting Mark's video. So I went through some of my files and posted things I've loved and saved for years and years. A hodgepodge.
I'm a relentless saver. And I have a good memory. It's amazing what you can steal if you're crafty about it.
Some of these things I've found. Some were sent to me. Some I wrote. Some I pretend I wrote.
Below, an idea I had for a class. It never got off the ground. Thank goodness.
A planner sent me this during a client Zoom call.
This beats GPS hands down.
I feel this way often.
Especially on Fridays.
In New York, everyone is a little bit Jewish.
A serious caesura. Next time that human polyp says how persecuted he is.
97.4-percent of my friends feel this way.
Words to live by. Once you have a job number.
Not sure if Adam Smith would find this funny.
I dread phone calls.
Guilty.
Art director humor.
Like "I shot the serif."
My therapist would charge me extra for this.
Love thy neighbor. And bring marshmallows.
This contains multitudes.
My view of 97.9-percent of direct marketing.
Fearful symmetry. The best juxtaposition of words in the entire English language. Blake could draw, too.
Thank you, Ms. Babitz. Nevertheless.
He persisted.
When type tried harder.
Don't ever forget who you are.
The Queen's English is alive and mutilated.
An homage.
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