Friday, December 28, 2007

Marketing: The Early Years

I spent hours slaving over my blog the other day to prepare my post, only to be corrected later that afternoon by one of my co-workers who, upon hearing my witty rejoinder about the length of time until Christmas 2008, reminded me that there are technically 12 days of Christmas1 and that she remained well within the bounds of proper holiday etiquette by wishing me a Merry Christmas on any or all of those twelve days.

This lead to the following conversation:

Her: "Why do you guys have 12 days of Christmas anyway?"

Me: "I think it was part of an early Christian marketing campaign. I believe it was "Try the new and improved Christmas - now 50% longer than Hanukkah!"

1The Twelve Days of Christmas is probably the most misunderstood part of the church year. Contrary to much popular belief, these are not the twelve days before Christmas, but in most of the Western Church are the twelve days from Christmas until the beginning of Epiphany, which falls on January 6th). However, in some traditions, the first day of Christmas begins on the evening of December 25th with the following day considered the First Day of Christmas (December 26th). In these traditions, the twelve days begin December 26 and include Epiphany on January 6.

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Never Too Early

Not many people are in the office this week, but a large portion of the people who are seem to have Type A personalities. I know this because a number of them have wished me a "Merry Christmas" and we all know that Christmas doesn't come for another 364 days.

I suppose I'd better get started buying gifts, though, just in case they want to get that out of the way early, too.

Wednesday, December 19, 2007


During SSCs recent visit to NYC, and so we took the opportunity to join the crowds of (annoying) tourists in engaging in holiday fare. We began with the Radio City Christmas Spectacular, followed by an authentic NYC diner breakfast and ice skating at Central Park's Wollman Rink. From there we dropped in at Tiffany before wandering down 5th Avenue to Rockefeller Center to see the famous tree, which towered majestically over us, doing that 'tree thing' that it does so well...which pretty much consists of the aforementioned towering majestically over us.

Though we were exhausted by this point, we made one last foray down 6th Avenue with the intent of stopping to see The Pond at Bryant Park before going on to the Macy's holiday window displays.

Upon our arrival at the park, SSC collapsed into the first available seat she spied, while I looked around in shock to find that some sort of shantytown had been erected, forcing would-be ice-skaters to wind their way through the makeshift dwellings while the squatters hawked their rudimentary wares which ranged from prints of the Irish countryside, to bath and body products, to toys, and jewelry. Others had apparently foraged through the park for food which used to prepare snacks like hot apple cider and chocolate-dipped strawberries.

SSC and I were even lucky enough to find a large tent near the rink in which the industrious soul had scavenged the makings of martinis, wine, and chocolate and cheese fondue! Wanting to do our part to help the less fortunate, we took a seat at this pseudo rinkside cafe, ordered some drinks and a few types of fondue, and watched the skaters.

So in summary, if I disappear again it's probably because I'm living a bohemian lifestyle in a tent in Bryant Park.

Friday, December 07, 2007

On This Day

A year ago today this happened - and my life will never be the same. In some ways it seems like only yesterday, and in others it seems as if it was a lifetime ago but in all ways it was the most wonderful day of my life.

Tuesday, December 04, 2007

One Letter Can Make All the Difference

New York City certainly is an interesting place. As I was walking to the train last night thinking about what to make for dinner, I overheard the following conversation.

Teenage Boy (laughing and pointing to a sign on the window of a local Burger King): "Yo, look. They've got Anus Burgers!"

Teenage Girl: "It's Angus Burger, stupid"

I may never eat a hamburger again.