Thursday, November 22, 2012

Between the lines, Part 2

[ twenty-six letters ]

In my last blog post I called out a tight parking spot, last spot in the lot of the new metro station I'm now going to, and the quick note I left in the car door next to me addressing that. So, I came back from work that evening to thankfully find NO door dings. But then as I pulled away... I noticed my note was now placed in my windshield.


I couldn't even read it till I got home, I was too nervous at what it might say. Y'all know I'm an optimistic person. And I want to believe in the best in people. So, waited to read the note...

Oh, boy...

And here's the note they left for me:

Happy holidays, indeed.

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Between the lines, Part 1

[ twenty-six letters ]

So it's been nearly one month living in, and commuting from, my first house. I love this new place. This new sanctuary in which to replenish. It's in the works, but such an inspiration to me already. And this past weekend, I finally got the last room -- my creative space/studio -- all set. This is the room that all of the creative sparking will be done from.

So, yes, all's good in th' hood.

But acclimating to my new commute to DC has been interesting. The new DC Metro station I take has an elevator that feels like your going down to the center of the earth. And while there's all the space in the world there... the parking lot at this new Metro station is another thing all together.

If you can even find a spot.

Someone apparently wanted to shove in as many spaces as possible. And if we all drove small cars like my little VW. And if everyone in DC could actually park. Between the lines. Then perhaps these itty-bitty parking spots wouldn't be an issue. But because we're all rushing to get to work sometimes parking between the lines isn't a big deal to some folks. Until it means you're parking over and into the very last parking space in the lot — which I needed.

Then it gets a little... touchy. Literally.

This happened to me this morning.

But, trusting my own abilities to park, I went for it. I nestled my little car right into the spot. Done. Great. All set, right? Nope.

My concern was the demeanor of the other driver when they returned to their car and there were about two full inches between my car (in the space) and their care (in my space). Would they be mad? Spiteful? Cocky?

DC is the only place I've ever gotten door dings, so as I was trying to get going in to work, I decided to scribble out this note. I tucked it in their door handle of the little old silver car. And I hoped for the best.

Went out after work to a local haunt and Metroed back north. Almost forgot about the whole note thing. But walking up on my car, I checked the passenger side door -- NO DINGS!

Woohooo! Success.

But then. As I was pulling out. I noticed my note was now placed in my windshield.


I couldn't even read it till I got home, I was too nervous at what it might say. Y'all know I'm an optimistic person. And I want to believe in the best in people. So, waited to read the note...

Oh, boy...

[ stay tuned for the response ]

'Til the cows come home

[ creative spark ]

Bonjour y'all.
Happy Thanksgiving.

Tuesday, November 6, 2012


Given the timing [and title] of this post, you may think this has to do with voting. This does take a moment to highlight something that began four years ago, and I hope there will be four more years—and beyond.

But this is about BONJOURYALL.

Four years ago I created and posted my very first blog+post. Simply because I was so intrigued that the presidential candidate I'd voted for had utilized and created accounts on so many tech/social outlets, that it motivated me to figure it out, too. If the President can do it, I can too.

My first blog post here, four years ago was:
A hope for us all: to be better.
And I still have that hope. Always will.

'Hope' is not relegated to a particular party, social class, or nation. Nobody is better than anyone else. So, yes, regardless of the outcome in this very tight election—I like my hopey-changy. And four years ago, the second post, just sayin', was "moving forward." As for that horrible job market and the housing market? This fall, while I completely know we are not 100% there just yet, we are on our way. And I feel extraordinarily blessed and lucky with a new one of each. But this post is much, much more than highlighting a presidential race, or four fun years of blogging. And in my mind, heart, and creative soul, the importance of this news even surpasses the new house and new job.

I began using the term 'bonjouryall' back in the 20th century... okay, 1999. I was heading off to live in the south of France for a year, and this quirky term combined my southern roots of being raised in Atlanta, and my love of France. And if you've ever received a hand-made greeting card from me, there's a good chance that the back of it looks a little like these. With a "bonjouryall" on it.

In France as you enter a city, the 'welcome' sign indicates its welcome with a red box around it, and the name of the place you are entering in black letters. When you leave, the red box turns into a red slash through the black letters (a bit harsh if you ask me, but it's clear that you are leaving).

Now I'm a creative. Not a lawyer. So after some time passed and I'd been using the logo, had the website, and the term was becoming better-known, I looked into an amazing group up here in DC called WALA for assistance in officially claiming—and registering—this name and mark. I worked on this with them while I continued to freelance, and the process had been nearly a year in the works. I also learned along the way, that you can put a ™ or a © on your work to semi-protect it. But when you officially register it and have the ®, it is yours. Protected.

Now, October has been a ridiculously busy and extraordinarily overwhelming month, but I did recall, in my few remaining brain cells, that the lawyers I'd been working with had indicated we should be wrapped-up in October. So I reached out to them to check in.

I learned that one week ago today, my mark, and the name BONJOURYALL, is now, officially, registered with the federal trademark commission.

It's mine.


So, I enthusiastically 'welcome' you to BONJOURYALL®.


(now stop reading thisand GO VOTE!)

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