Trying to make "the shopping experience" appealing to men:
Willa Gillispie, a Jeffersonville woman who recently became a vendor for Silpada Jewelry, was thinking about Black Friday crowds and how many men spend the day avoiding stores.
So, she decided to come up with a shopping day for men. She calls it Black Monday.
“Men usually don't like to shop, so we thought we would put everything in one place and make it easy for them,” Gillispie said.
Last week I mentioned three personal signs of the winter season: 1. The annual closing of Zesto's. 2. First wearing of the overcoat. 3. First time scraping the windshield. I should have mentioned a fourth -- PEOPLE BEING MORONS!
The early morning snowfall has led to slippery roads throughout the area and a number of accidents during the morning commute.
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I haven't seen a lot of zombie movies, but I still remember with fond dread the original "Night of the Living Dead" -- an ever-dwindling band of heroic real people withstanding the relentless march of the undead. I swear, it feels more and more like that in the newspaper business these days. Today was an especially bad day.
I mentioned here recently that I've been re-reading Robert Heinlein's juveniles. Here's someone else who is:
Journal Gazette Editorial Page Editor Tracy Warner and I were on Northeast Indiana Public Radio's Midday Matters from noon to 1 p.m. yesterday, and the podcast is up now if you want to give a listen. I don't think I embarrassed myself too much. Tracy and I agreed on some things (the poor performance of the Henry administration so far, for example) and disagreed on others (such as the wisdom of the Renaissance Square purchase).
I have three personal signs that winter is coming. The first is the seasonal closing of Zesto's, duly noted here recently. The second, sadly, happened yesterday: the first time I broke down and wore my overcoat to work. The third will be the first time I have to . . . well, I can't even bring myself to write it. Just catch the very first scene in the "Fargo" trailer.
When I watched my aunt suffering with Alzheimer's, I thought that must be the worst condition to be in while still alive. To still know what and who you once were but feeling your mind slipping away and realizing you can't do a damn thing about it -- could anything be more horrible?
I rarely go to movies these days, being content to wait for the releases to go to DVD or cable TV. But disaster movies need to be seen on the big screen (and with a crowd) for the special effects to have maximum impact. So my friend K and I, feeling the need for a good "The world's a blowin' up, and we're all a goin' to die!" experience, went to see "2012" on Saturday. I highly recommend it.
Aww, the poor babies:
One night in Adams Morgan, the sons and daughters of lawyers and corporate executives padded into a friend's rowhouse for a kind of group therapy session about their families' wealth.
The New Oxford American Dictionary has chosen its word of the year for 2009, and, strangely, "Obamessiah" wasn't even on the list:
"Birther " was in the running, so was "death panels," but in the end the New Oxford American Dictionary can only pick one word of the year. For 2009, it's "unfriend," says the Oxford University Press.
