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Edification du Jour

The other day I heard someone utter “hone in on”—something we addressed here, by the way—and, for reasons still unclear to me, it got me to wondering: how many people mistakenly write shoe-in when they mean shoo-in?

It’s a common mistake, according to Professor Paul Brians, helped in no small part by sites like thisBrewer’s Dictionary of Phrase & Fable (18th edition) sets the record straight:

Shoo-in  In American English, one who is certain to win, especially in a political election. The image, which originated in horseracing in the 1930s, is of a competitor in a rigged race who merely needs to be encouraged across the finishing line with a shout of ‘Shoo!’ in order to win. The phrase, despite the frequent misspelling ‘shoe-in’, has nothing to do with shoes.

So there you have it: a little English, a little history, and the ability to go forth and write with confidence. You’re welcome.

Spokane Scene no. 7

Taken yesterday during a brief lunchtime stroll near AMD world headquarters.

We’re Still Here

Sorry for the radio silence there, folks. I was gallivanting about the west side of our fair state, gathering intelligence for our upcoming MAC exhibit on Spokane’s Modern architecture scene. Then Thanksgiving happened, and, well…no blog posts.

The exhibit is coming along nicely, though—so much so that I can confidently predict that minds will, in fact, be blown. Want a taste? Here’s what Bauhaus founder, director of the Harvard Graduate School of Design, and Alma Mahler’s husband Walter Gropius had to say about architecture: “…whereas building is merely a matter of methods and materials, architecture implies the mastery of space.”

BAM.

There’s a lot more where that came from starting March 2 in the main gallery at the Northwest Museum of Arts & Culture.

Schadenfreude-tastic!

A longtime reader sent us this collection of cringe-inducing cover letter excerpts. Most fail at a fundamental level (basic misspelling, knotty syntax); some are Hail Marys by folks clearly out of their league; others are just plain wrong:

“It is through the innovational process, as well as media, that the features of an image can be highlighted and brought to the forefront for the consumer viewing.”

Sounds like it was written by a MarCom professional. Then there’s this:

“I’m looking for work because even though my company was profitable last year, this year they are expecting a large defecate.”

Can you blame the guy for shopping his résumé? I mean, nobody wants to stick around and clean up after a large defecate.

Um…You’re Welcome?

An alert reader—and proud Shaw Middle School alum—sent us this photo today. Though we’ve recently talked about cutting folks some slack when it comes to typos, it’s awfully hard to look the other way when said typo is on a school reader board.

Hubble Hubble!

Check out the stems on Miss NASA 1968–69 as she herself ogles an RL10 liquid-fuel cryogenic rocket engine. She’s positively dreamy—and so’s Miss NASA.

Once Every 32 Years

It finally transpired. Over the years, a number of clients have asked us what happens if we don’t create anything they like. It’s a question that typically comes up during logo projects, and my response has always been to tell ’em not to worry. It’s never happened. Ever.

Until now.

After an early discovery phase that included a Q&A session, a competitive review, a clear outline of our logo intent and focus, and two design reviews, we learned that a new client was going to take its business elsewhere (to the RFP runner-up, of course).

What’s even more perplexing, however, is that those two design reviews were successful. We provided a full range of logo ideas during the first meeting, from which five were selected for further development. In the second meeting, we reviewed the refined ideas along with some preliminary colors and applications. The choices were narrowed down to three because, according to our client, it was simply “too difficult” to choose only one or two.

Guess we shouldn’t have taken that as a positive sign. A couple of weeks later, we were told that we just hadn’t solved their design problem; that we needed to explore additional ideas. Now, I recognize that our country is in the throes of a political campaign in which flip-flopping on issues is the norm, but this was really a surprise—given that all involved were quite content with our solutions. (We ought to know, after all. We asked a time or two. Or three.)

No problem, I thought. We simply need to understand the client’s new concerns and continue to develop additional ideas—while not incurring any additional costs. What I didn’t fully grasp was that they were breaking up with us. The qualifications that made us win out over other firms had suddenly, and inexplicably, vanished. Goodbye, AMD.

So now when I’m asked what we do if we don’t create anything a client likes, I have a new response: “Well, that’s never happened in the 32 years I’ve been doing this. Except once. So we don’t expect it to happen again until around…2044.”

It’ll All Be Over Soon

Leave it to Randall Munroe to put the proliferating presidential prognostications in perspective. (And if that isn’t the awesomest alliteration ever, it’s at least up there in the top ten.)

Ahhh…Clarity

Starbucks coffee? Meh. At its worst, it tastes like burnt toast; at its best, it tastes like mostly burnt toast. Either way, it’s still better than Dutch Brothers. Call me ambivalent, then.

As for the company’s rather pretentious naming system—what with its “venti” this and “con panna” that—come on. We’re not in Italy. Know how I can tell? The coffee tastes like toast.

In response, British department store Debenhams, diplomatically citing “cappuccino confusion,” has launched a “plain English” menu at its Oxford Street location in London.

“We’re trialling a redesign of our coffee menu in Oxford Street,” said John Baker, director of food services at Debenhams, “so shoppers spend less time playing coffee Cluedo and more time enjoying their favourite drink.”

Hear, hear.

Today’s Lesson

In just four months, Lorri Johnston has quickly proven her worth to AMD, tackling the issues the rest of us are afraid to address. Just this morning, in fact, between mouthfuls of leftover Halloween candy (thoughtfully provided by our good friends at ILF Media), she contemplated the lowly Milk Dud.

“Why,” she asked, “would you name something so delicious a dud?”

Truly, I felt as if I were in the presence of a Zen master—for this was no simple question, but a kōan meant to provoke the “great doubt.” She was testing me.

A quick glance in my American Heritage Dictionary of the English Language merely reinforced the paradox:

dud  n.  1.  A bomb, shell, or explosive round that fails to detonate.  2.  Informal One that is disappointingly ineffective or unsuccessful.

Clearly, further meditation was needed. On to Wikipedia:

According to the manufacturer, the word “Milk” in the name refers to the large amount of milk in the product; the use of “Dud” came about because the original aim of having a perfectly round piece was found to be impossible.

So the Milk Dud is both a failure and a tasty treat! My analytic intellect is exhausted, my will spent; I am one step closer to enlightenment.

So Whose Is It, Then?

How did I miss this story? A guy on the loose with someone else’s groin in his pants?!?

“A suspect found inside a Les Schwab Tire store in Spokane Valley after an alarm went off told deputies it was neither his groin nor his meth found in his groin area they recovered after arresting him Wednesday.”

It was bad enough we had to worry about our kidneys getting stolen for the Chinese black market; now we have to guard our groins as well?

A Day in the Life at AMD

I’m often asked whether my job is as glamorous as it sounds. “What’s it really like,” people ask, “to be part of a highly creative team that regularly challenges the status quo with arresting design and provocative copy?”

Until alert reader “Spimbi” sent along this Dilbert cartoon, I’ve been unable to adequately answer that.

The Economy’s Worse than We Thought

According to President Obama’s Twitter feed, even the executive branch is having to cut back:

No word from the president yet as to whether his economic plan will lead to more affordable women.

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No Sleep for You!

With Halloween just around the corner, I got a little excited when I saw a link to “A Highbrow Halloween Reading List.” It’s a little disappointing, though, not least because there’s no Lovecraft. (Here‘s one of my favorites of his.)

But for a truly horrifying tale—the kind that gives you the heebie-jeebies from the very first word—you can’t go wrong with Algernon Blackwood’s The Willows. Several e-book versions are available (FREE!) at Project Gutenberg. Read it…if you dare.

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