Back at the end of 2008, I was completely infatuated with Twitter. I engaged everyone in dialogue. I would jump into conversations between people I didn’t know, and debate issues that I probably had no business talking about. But the idea of open communications with new people was an amazing revelation for this introvert. Plus, I could do it in my underwear. There was no longer an issue of being invited to the right party and then wearing the right…
Beck once sang, “Time is a piece of wax.” I have no idea what that means. But I do know that time is a bitch. One day turns into the next, and suddenly you’re in your 40s. If you’d been paying attention, you would have noticed that time has a way of sneaking up on you. And if you had really been paying attention, you would have also noticed the battle going on for your every waking moment. We go…
Sometime around the end of August, long after you’ve succumbed to summer’s sultry song, the machine sputters, chokes, and belches to life. It starts slowly at first, with a soccer practice here and there. Then there’s an open house at school. Soon after, drama classes reemerge. Then, as long summer afternoons slip quicker into darkness, school begins again. September arrives. The machine starts whirling and whining and then magically, there’s a commitment somewhere every night. Except Thursday. And the cars…
It seems that everyone in the business of advertising is talking about this amazing new discovery called collaboration. Captains of our industry have spun off new collaborative shops and are positioning them as revolutionary, industry-saving concepts. I call total bullshit. Don’t get me wrong – I couldn’t agree more. But my thinking on this goes back about a decade. Only, I don’t have a loud enough voice to matter. And today, not unlike in decades past, if you’re not in…
The past few days I’ve woken up with the opening riff of Led Zeppelin’s Kashmir in my head. Which is weird, since I’m not a Zeppelin fan. Everyone else was when I was growing up – but I never liked bands just because other people did. Rather, I’ve always gravitated to new music. I don’t even own any Zeppelin in my library. But I wanted to hear Kashmir, so I signed into my new Premium Spotify account this morning and…
A man and woman have sex, and we are brought into the world on a spark of electricity, slapped on the ass, and told that we are unique. And we are. There is no other human being on the planet exactly like us. However, by virtue of being human, we’re not original. And we’re not creative. We paint pictures with our fingers and mold coffee mugs out of clay in grade school, and then told how creative we are. We write…
