“Food network star Guy Fieri is venturing into the fashion world with a jewelry line for Room 101. ‘This stuff is off-da-hook. It’s some killer bling,’ he says. ‘There’s a dog tag, cuff links, a bracelet- the works.”—NYMag
“It is only four o’clock; but it is winter and the sun has set: there are no clouds in the clear, frosty sky to reflect its slant beams, but the air itself is tinged with a slight roseate colour which is again reflected on the snow that covers the ground. I live in a lone cottage on a solitary, wide heath: no voice of life reaches me. I see the desolate plain covered with white, save a few black patches that the noonday sun has made at the top of those sharp pointed hillocks from which the snow, sliding as it fell, lay thinner than on the plain ground: a few birds are pecking at the hard ice that covers the pools- for the frost has been of long continuance.”—The first paragraph of Mary Shelley’s “Mathilda”
It’s pretty universally agreed that writing cover letters is an awful experiment in mind-numbing self aggrandizement/prostitution, but the good part about writing a billion of them is that now I can regurgitate something pretty “professional” in about an hour.