As far back as I can remember, I’ve been off-center. Whether it was terrible thoughts I used to have as a boy that eventually got me a week in the hospital with nodes attached to my scalp, or living for a decade as a man possessed with self-destruction – I’ve hardly ever been mainstream. I even voted for Ross Perot. Twice. But lately, I’ve found myself drifting closer to the center. Or at least it feels that way. And it…
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…
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…
Brilliant. Better than any of the weird guy who asks rhetorical questions. And way better than anything featuring the lizard. *** Jim Mitchem
