Business Pundit proposes 15 corporate logos redesigned for the current economic crisis, a k a Epic Fail. I can't resist wanting to tweak the LG makeover: since the original slogan is "Life's Good," how about maintaining acronym consistency with "Life's Grim" or "Life's Galling"? (Hat tip: Catch This.)
Thinking about publishing a book to boost your career? Not so fast. Penelope Trunk at Brazen Careerist offers five reasons you don't need to write a book. No. 1: "People who have a lot of ideas need a blog, not a book." So now you know my excuse.
On the other hand, there's no excuse for the purple prose that won its perpetrators this year's Bad Sex in Fiction Awards, presented Nov. 25 at the In & Out Club (of course!) in London. This passage from inexplicably mega-best-selling author Paulo Coehlo's Brida ("the story of a young girl's quest through the mysteries of life to answer questions about who she is and seek her destiny"*) proves that 135 million people can indeed be very, very wrong:
Brida kissed him. She felt the taste of his mouth, the touch of his tongue. She was aware of every movement and sensed that he was feeling exactly the same, because the Tradition of the Sun always reveals itself to those who look at the world as if they were seeing it for the first time.
Your own writing, of course, is nothing like that. No, no: it's the equal at least of Poe or Austen, Shakespeare or Hemingway! Let O'Faust tell you exactly which great writer your work most closely resembles; just enter your blog's URL or cut and paste a passage of your writing. My own writing, it seems, is 17 percent similar to that of Oscar Wilde. At least it's not even 1 percent similar to that of Paulo Coelho. (Hat tip: Everything You Know About English Is Wrong.)
Happy solstice, Chanukah, and Festivus (the festival for the rest of us)! Let the airing of grievances commence! And may the Tradition of the Sun reveal itself to you in all of the good ways and none of the bad.
Menorah cork: Pop Judaica.
* Surely I'm not the only one who read that line and immediately thought of Rochelle, Rochelle: A Young Girl's Journey from Milan to Minsk, from Seinfeld.