y'own medicine

so many words of wisdom stirin'round lately for the new kids I was wondering what I could add to the soup. and I realized that the things being said are just as valuable to the 2nd years as it is to the first. I think that's the magic of this experience: we're all at different stages and yet we all have the ability to contribute to each other's progress.

here's my contribution for the greenies and the vets:

stay positive.

there's a saying which I'm sure you've all heard by now. it's only advertising. it's true. you can get so bent out of shape working on a dead-end project, or with a partner you just don't jive with. but all that negative energy, what's it good for? shake that shit off and move on. it's good that we remind ourselves every now and again that we're some lucky sons of bitches getting to play with ads all day. make it fun.
if it's not fun, it's not worth it.

anonymous and me stayin' positive at strawberryfrog, NY

I want some advice.
from a 1st year. any takers?

we so lazy?

I'm tired of your dry emails. you wanna' communicate with me? do me a favor and make me laugh, or ponder, or something. just stop making your emails lame. on the other hand, don't try and be entertaining if you suck at it. a sure sign that you suck is if you think you don't. if this is the case, stick to the text messages. keeps folks in the dark on your suckedness.

to the right is an example of creative funny. it's no richard prior shit, but it ain't lame either. they made an honest attempt at brightening up our day, and you gotta' appreciate that.

here's the challenge:
lets send mass emails more. and consider our audience more. we're creative kids in a creative industry, and we should start acting like it. fuck dry communication, I just wanna' laugh. and dance.
the mo'haha the emails, the mo'betta.
hella'.

the house of payne is in effect, ya'll

in case you haven't heard, the wickedest band of outlaw ad kids have joined forces under one roof and will take your underpants by storm. that's correct. you're all invited to e.b. sanctioned random-movie movie nights, sleepover concepting sessions, and ice cream for breakfast. plus we have a totally sweet pineapple door-knocker. eat your heart out, kids on the other side of town!

by the way, I was in virginny yesterday. it's very sticky-icky and the sunsets are blazing august orange. plus our friends the mosquitoes have found their way back home.

curses.

last one back to richey-town is a rotten bananer!

this one is for b-thibby

hope it finds you in good spirits!

now, with more pervs than evAr!

why don't I subscribe to the internet?
perverts. they're everywhere. and now they're even on myspace! I'm not exactly sure what that means, but does it really matter? the interweb is is just like the outerweb, just without the oxygen, so what's the diff? perverts pass you everyday on the street, you seem to manage just fine. they hang out at the penny arcades and hit on your kids, no harm no foul, right?

we need to get a grip on ourselves. the bigger the internet gets, the smaller it gets. as it grows we'll become increasingly invested in our online identities, and it'll become ever so difficult to con folks. but just like in real life, people have always figured out how to pull a fast one. that's how these folks got pinched in the first place. eventually we're all gonna' bump into some pretty nasty characters, virtual or otherwise. question is how we deal with it.

adcenter dissinformation!

alex and his lovely new bride claire were camping in the caucasus mountains when their camp was raided by chechnian rebels. while they only serve rice and beans in the pow camp, alex swears he's not going veterinarian for a girl. not to worry, rick boyko knows president ramzan kadyrov. he'll take care of everything.

after succombing to her love of nyc's mean streets, jillian has decided to go homeless. she says she spends so much time at work cranking out heineken print and designing snowboards, she never really goes home anyways. she has already pledged her rent monies to a good cause: making sure the small boutique owners of soho can afford to keep the lights on. way to fight the good fight, jill.

black hats, pt.4: jew heckled!

this morning on my way to play I was heckled by some jew-kids. two 8ish yearolds chanted at me from their balcony you can't wear leather shoes! over and over, until I fell out of sight.

now they must have been completely deranged because I was sporting my new Air Max BW PSG's, trainers that are as painfully stylish as they are synthetic. and while there is a jewish holiday during which you aren't allowed to wear leather shoes, it doesn't come 'round until september. go figure. at least they had sass, gotta' respect that sass.