On Being Cliché & What’s Next

For the past year I have been working as a strategist at an interactive agency called Copious [web site].  Copious is a great little agency with good people who do excellent work.  Getting hired there was random, and though the word embarrasses me, serendipitous, and since then it has been a great experience. (more…)

How to Start

How do you start a blog?  Oh, I know, by blogging about how to start the blog.  #lamebutWTF

So, one of the things I’ve learned over the past year or two is the secret about starting things: namely, start it now.  Screw it.  Sit down and put pen to paper.  Write the check.  Commit the first post… even without the picture (you’ll come back later and add that).  Resistance is what keeps you from starting, and the best way to overcome it is to blow yourself in the head like Tyler Durden (or Robert Paulsen).

A great resource on how to start things: The War of Art by Steven Pressfield.  I was turned onto this by a friend of mine who is a writer.  Get 2 pages into this book and it will become your new sanctuary.  Few people understand overcoming resistance better than Pressfield, and no one will make you want to kick resistance’s ass harder.

So, here’s to Pressfield (Cheers, sir) and here’s to starting something new Goddamit

Resistance outwits the amateur with the oldest trick in the book: It uses his own enthusiasm against him…It knows we can’t sustain that level of intensity. We will hit the wall. We will crash.” (Page 75 of The War of Art by Steven Pressfield)

Are Hee Espee Easy Tee

So a guy walks into my office today and he’s cool, real cool.  He’s a copywriter/advertising guy at a local agency, and handsome to boot, with some cute little euro boots.  Immediately I want him to like me.

Why does this desire flare up so automatically.  I’ve got an awesome life: beautiful wife, healthy kid on the way, a job that I love and want to succeed in, amazing friends.  So what’s this a##hole got to do with me?  Why would I care if he thinks I’m valuable or not?

Of course there’s some kind of insecurity involved… “Somewhere, sometime somebody has kicked us all around some,” to loosely quote the legendary Tom Petty.  But I can sense there’s a bit more to it than just this. (more…)

When we drink… Cleaning out my harddrive I came across this. I couldn’t resist sharing this old Irish poem.