Whimsy

1. WANTED: MBA WHO NEVER SHOWS UP

Every so often there’s some back and forth on Facebook about dressing up. Most people endorse putting on your glad rags for:

If you love movies, whether you see them on a big screen or on your Fitbit, perhaps you’ll agree that there are far worse spoilers than learning the true identity of Rosebud long before the final moments of “Citizen Kane,” one of the greatest films ever made.

When somebody extends a lunch invitation to you, do you automatically assume that same somebody’s going to pick up the tab?

Why do I catch all the green lights when I’m reluctantly driving to my doctor, my dentist and the DMV, and all the red ones when I’m driving to collect my OSSO (oh-so-significant other) for dinner, a walk or a concert?

“The Latest Résumé Comes as a Video” is a recent headline in the Wall Street Journal (unofficial motto: “We can predict the past with alarming accuracy!”).

As I’m sure you’ve read, heard or been constantly reminded of in social media, Amazon, the online retail terrorist regime, is planning to open some brick-and-mortar stores, initially in California and Ohio, which are so very much alike. (Case in point: they both have “i’s” and “o’s” in their names. You can Google this if you doubt me.)

I’d like to introduce today’s seminar with a question: Did you hear about the butcher who backed into a meatgrinder and got a little behind in his work?

October is upon us once again and this year both the leaves and our language are changing color.

Among my extensive list of idiosyncrasies is that I always keep a jar of spicy Kimchi in my refrigerator. Its contents serve alternately as an appetite suppressor and stimulant. I’m not sure why—but for me, it’s pretty foolproof. I can nibble half a forkful late in the evening and thereafter shelve any thoughts I had of putting up a rump roast as a second dinner at 1:30 a.m.