Most of what constitutes branded content these days is so formulaic that it’s indecipherable. It’s as though everyone bought the same book and is following it to the letter. It’s boring and uninspiring. And that’s not just an elitist writer…
*** Call me crazy but I don’t trust parking decks Claustrophobic and heavy and with one sneeze of the earth it turns into a pile of rubble. And everyone will be crying bloodied and bruised and covered in ash Except…
In keeping with a tradition that goes back to 2011, here’s the year in Tweets as seen by me popping in and actually paying attention on Twitter. It was a weird year. More serious and less funny than previous years…
Thanksgiving night I had a dream about an Olan Mills photoshoot. Maybe it was some deep memory that bubbled to the surface, but I woke up on Black Friday thinking we’d create something like an Olan Mills photoshoot gone bad for…
There once was a boy who wanted to be an astronaut. Or at least an astronomer. He lived in Florida and watched rockets take off from Cape Canaveral in his own backyard. He had big dreams, wild ideas, and routinely got lost in make-believe worlds…
