I shot this blurry photo in stealth mode, down by my hip, at Muir Woods in September. Muir Woods was full of tourists and in front of us, one of four German tourists asked to have her picture taken by a friend, then she struck this model-like pose, complete with a serious, non-smiling face. Enough people stopped to watch that her picture must have included a background full of confused faces. We saw her do this two or three more times during our walk, proving it's her standard photo pose. I'm going to try out "the Helga" the next time someone takes my picture.
Even kids need an elevator pitch. This is for Brownie cookie sales, but it's a slippery slope to thinking of themselves as a brand, so they better get their 30-second pitch straight. We all know that if you can't define yourself in hurried moment's notice, you lead a worthless existence. And if you can't sell Thin Mints in a crowded elevator, you don't deserve to wear a brown vest.
My printer hit the skids this week. It wouldn't print or if it did, the paper would jam and eventually come out askew with globs of black ink. All of this was horribly tragic as I was trying to print out Dr. Oz's vitamin recommendations. How else would I remind myself of how much niacin I needed daily?
Kevin pulled out a hair band from between the rollers and we thought that was the end, but the problems persisted, until the printer started squealing, moaning, and huffing, pulling the same paper out a little, then back in, until finally the printer shot out with this little origami box made by Clover. It was like watching the printer give birth. Everything is back to normal now. It's a girl!
