I have to design a site for a wealth management company. I was thinking the above would be a nice tagline for the site. Then I started wondering why I feel such animosity toward the wealthy. Is it really deserved? Let’s review some of the things said by the people in the kickoff meeting:

“That site seems a little too ‘producty’.”

“Yes!” (enthusiasm is always suspect)

“We want it to be elegant, sophisticated.”

“We want it to be like you stepped out of the bank and into a boutique.” (is this wealth mgmt or a hair salon?)

“Ooh, I like that. We could do that but have mahogany doors open up, making it seem like you’re coming through the doorway and into the company.”

“I like the construct, but not the execution.”

“Too texty.”

“Too picturey.”

“We want to project an image of sophistication, elegance.”

“We want it to look like you stepped into a fine gentlemen’s shop.”

“Maybe we should have photos of ourselves on the homepage.”

“This other firm has a video of their leaders talking on the homepage.”

Well, anyway…

there will be no Mondays.

oh wait, then Tuesday would become the most hated day of the week. that’s not very fair.

hmmm.

okay, when I’m president, there will be no 7am temper tantrums. and I won’t ever lose my temper either.

Put this on your queue, or go git it at a good video store, like Video Americain.

Olivia gave Kitty an upgrade.

I found Kitty sitting on the back porch, in a leather jacket, smoking clove cigarettes.

“Momma not want a dinkel” (WTF is a ‘dinkel’?!)

“Momma want tockalit”

“Tum on, Dammah! Less watch Cinderella. Itta be fun!”

(Screws up face) “I not like that smell” (after someone passes gas, the dog included…)

“I do dat!”

“Hunh…..” (growling sort of sound)

“I is tired, mommy, I is”

“Less watch Hippi Long-tocking”

Oh, and I almost forgot: “Where is my titty-tat?”

(caution: graphic has nothing to do with post.)

I stopped by Woodberry Kitchen/Artifact Coffee (or what I more often think of as “the cafeteria” given its proximity to the salt mine) for lunch today when what to my wondering eyes did I spot on the menu but an Organic Chicken sammich with fresh mozarella (”wouldja like a slab o’ cheese on yer meal?”) and “Microgreens”.

Qu’est-ce Que C’est? or as they would say in my neck of the woods “WTF?”

I found this site about Microgreens. I was hoping it was something more exciting. Something living, squirming, or otherwise active. Alas, according to this site:

“Microgreens are filament-thin, delicate plants, the smallest possible incarnation of salad greens, herbs, edible flowers, and leafy vegetables. As a careful reading of trendy menus reveals, micro is huge: Microfennel, microarugula, micro-spinach, microchrysanthemums, and others appear as garnishes, as toppings, or as explosive bursts of flavor.”

My analysis is that it is just a newer, cooler sounding word for “field greens” and frankly, I could barely taste them in the swimming pool of mayo they slathered on the sandwich.

Don’t get me wrong, I like my cafeteria. Usually they are spot on. And usually I don’t mind eating a different variation of last week’s “turkey sammich with bacon and raw cheese” — but they need to work on some more variety. Today’s choice was a wee disappointing though.