This site is certainly now not officially qualified to be a blog. Hell, I was just pretending to begin with...
A couple of entries every six months or so?
What is a good brand name for a blog 'lite'? Oh... sure. I have it... blight.
Food as a metaphor is a bit of a cheap trick, especially for me; Mister New York Times Pastry Chef in 1987. But I am still up to a challenge, especially since I actually saw Cheap Trick live in concert a long time ago in Asbury Park, New Jersey. Nice that I can provide my own back story, eh?
Andy and Eric are like butter and lavash. They comprise the staff I inherited. In fact, my new gig is like butter and lavash.
Can you tell that I am eating lavash? What the hell is it you may well ask. Click here if you need to.
I can introduce Andy. More butter than lavash. She is a creamy spreadable warmness against the shrill lavash of the ad business. In her mid 20's and lovely. Eric is the crisp honest 'lavashy' backbone contrasted against the schmooze butter of the interactive ad world. Both are spoiled, but so I am have them working for me.
Butter is feminine, malleable and unctuous. Lavash is brittle—male and unforgiving. We all exist within combinations of ying and yang, mother and father, lavash and butter.