Fluent Self Item!A somewhat goofy mini-collection of stuff I’ve been reading, stuff I’ve been thinking about and oh, some completely random crap.

Basically the stuff that never gets mentioned here because I’m not the kind of person who can just make some teeny little point. Not into the whole brevity thing, as the Dude would say.

Actually, I’m under the strict compulsion to write ten pages about anything on my mind. So this is me. Practicing brevity.

Still no plans for tomorrow. My gentleman friend and I will probably just take advantage of the One Day Of The Year that we don’t get insane amounts of email … to get some work done.

Or run around in the snow.

And play Boggle. And eat latkes. But not all at the same time.

Item! No matter how great your business name, prepare to confuse people!

So … you may remember the story of how the Fluent Self got its spots in which I tell the backstory to the naming process.

Well, I’ve been going through old correspondence as part of my Jen-Hofmann-inspired Clearing Out Of Things I No Longer Need.

And among the many highly entertaining things I’ve found were 1. a series of letters from the State of California Board of Equalization addressed to The Fluent Shelf

… and 2. a picture of the giant, fancy, expensive checkbook from WaMu with thousands of checks, each inscribed with the name The Fluent Sefl.

In completely unrelated news, I wish you all an abundance of sefl-awareness and shelf-confidence this year.

Item! How to screw up the concept of “business cards”!

Here’s the thing. They’re supposed to bring you business.

My first week in Portland I picked up a business card that was displayed at a local business. It was pretty. I was intrigued.

Not so much by the pretty as the fact that it didn’t say what this person actually did.

There was a woman’s name, an email address (a hotmail address, for shame!), a phone number and a website that was the same as the name.

But nothing else that would hint at why I was supposed to email her, call her or go to her website. I mean, it’s a headscratcher. Clearly you want me to contact you as you’ve given me three different ways to do it, but where’s the part about what happens when I do it?

Still, on the offchance that is was a weird marketing gimmick and not stupidity, I went to the website. I did. Most people wouldn’t have, but I am a rather extraordinary person, as I keep telling you.

Unfortunately the website was just a “sorry, we’re in construction” placeholder. I put a little note on her card and put it in a folder to follow up with. That was in March. I went again today and the site is still under construction.

So WHY for the love of all that is good are you spending money on business cards? Give that money to your web designer so she can finish your site.

Or, if you must get your business cards ready for the public, just keep them in a coat pocket in case someone asks you for contact info but don’t start planting them places.

*tears hair*

Item! Ghosts don’t like being sprayed!

Black Hockey Jesus wrote a sweet post last week about his daughter who had a ghost in her nap. Named Larry.

He gave her lovely advice, but check out this brilliant solution (tee hee, I made a pun) from Anndi in the comments:

We used *ghost-be-gone* spray. Basically, water, vanilla extract and sparkles in a spray bottle. It worked!

Genius. I am going to have my gentleman friend prepare a bottle for me.

Item! Pretty!

I want to move into Lucy’s textile studio.

Item! Fat, happy yoga women!

They’re fat, happy and they do yoga.

Okay, so I’m not sure who would actually buy something like this but I have to say I do like the concept. Take that, stupid Yoga Journal and every other yoga magazine who thinks that it would be inspiring for us to look at a bunch of barbie dolls. Ugh.

But yay for fat happy yoga women!

Via Coach Anne Kaplan

Indeed.

Move along. There’s nothing more to see here. That’s all the exclamation points you’ll get from me today.

Until next Wednesday.

I’ll be here tomorrow (possibly being deep and insightful but I don’t want to make any promises or anything).

If you’re celebrating something, make it a happy one. And if not, come keep me and my duck company while everyone’s away!

The Fluent Self