August 2010
2 posts
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July 2010
3 posts
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Summer in Hampstead
“This chair is worth more in wood than it is in comfort,” Ms. Evet shrieked at her husband, who’d just completed a walk up the entirety of Hampstead carrying the two antique lounge chairs.
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June 2010
3 posts
March 2010
2 posts
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Thought Song
If the United States of America were to collect tax on used bullshit, we’d all be rich.
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The Great Rubbish Collector Strike
Overheard in an office building in London, 1891:
“All 1,200 of my rubbish collectors are on strike and you’re coming to me, in all honesty, with two heads of cabbage and a glass of warm milk?”
December 2009
2 posts
Place (or something like it)
Place.
Place is something people spend their lives defining, defending. The idea of place is wrought with conflict. Conflicts between who inhabits a place. Between the people who want to govern the inhabitants. And between those who want to govern the inhabitants’ governors.
Place can be as visceral and temporary as it is mundane and concrete. Sand or stream. Blue or green.
There’s...
October 2009
4 posts
Informed, yet tacky.
What do you make of this assesment of culture drivers and their respective cohorts? It comes from technopologist Seth Godin, who argues that culture is usually invented by the people in the upper-left hand corner of the chart. Or, the sophisticated and the non-tech. He believes that these people are usually too busy focusing on their specific craft or industry to worry about introducing or...
Subject lines
I work in the field of marketing and communications. We are charged with conceiving, executing, and being responsible for the accuracy of communications to myriad audiences. And being held accountable for the clarity, readability, etc. of important messages means it’s a big part of our job to make sure we get it right. In fact, as a writer, that’s probably my only job: to get it...
September 2009
7 posts
When does it end?
What’s new in the ad world? I’d like to know as well. It’s so hard to keep up on everything that’s out there these days. I like to think that I stay pretty well on top of things, but the Internet proves again and again that it’s nearly impossible to be omnipotent, even in one industry.
I’ve been jiving me some Pulp lately. Are...
Labor Day Weekend
Labor Day Weekend is great. Friends are in town, the weather is usually pretty nice, and there’s no work on Monday.
Some good friends were in town from Madison, Milwaukee, and NYC. They bring with them memories of a debauched college-existence and the promise of a lifelong kinship. Several of my best friends are creative types as well, so we always find something new and interesting to talk...
August 2009
4 posts
David Sedaris on Austrailia →
The always sharp, always funny David Sedaris writes about his recent journey to the Land Down Under. Go on, get reading. Work can wait. It’ll pull your head out of that obnoxious Facebook hole you’re in. Don’t even pretend you’re not sneaking in ‘the book’ clicks at work. I’m on to you…
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He does it again
Brett Favre is now a Minnesota Viking. I’m not surprised. In fact, I was more shocked that he didn’t come sooner. Sure, some people aren’t happy. They’re called Wisconsinites.
But I’m excited. See, for me the NFL isn’t that exciting. I find it increasingly difficult to spend an entire afternoon plopped on the couch, watching an entire regulation game of NFL...
July 2009
7 posts
Friday.
Just finished up some work for the day and am really tired. Not much happening this weekend, probably going to do nothing much. I need some serious rest. Goodnight (even though it’s only 2:00 PM). ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
WatchThis is a test of the video functions. The video is pretty neat too.
Dear Tuesday, You forgot deodorant today.
I just read this post from Paul MacFarlane over on Talent Zoo. Normally, lists do me in. I usually shrug them off. But this one, actually felt like a breath of fresh air. Literally.
Here in my cubicle at Corporate America, my work environment is best described as 1997, sans flannel. It’s just slow. Nothing really changes fast, the work is sorta meh. And the folks here are, god bless them, a...