Nokia is getting edgy?
Maybe they've been hitting Orexin A
Saturday, December 29, 2007
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Proof in the refrigerated box
Fox pointed out these things a few weeks back. On his rec, I ordered a couple.
Dang these things are pretty/unique/tasty. "Frosty Mint White Chocolate Ganache,Eggnog White Chocolate Caramel, Mango Gingerbread in Dark Chocolate, Aged Port in Dark Chocolate, Sicilian Honey, Walnut and Amoretti Cookie Crumble in Dark Chocolate."
Good Lord.
And my wife's eyes pretty much popped out of her head when she saw these little jewels lined up in the box. They are literally almost too gorgeous to eat.
If you have last minute gifts left to give, check 'em out.
Order by the 28th to get 'em by the 25th.
Thursday, December 13, 2007
File under: Shut up, ya'll
Kanye West needs a choke-ball.
"All I did was talk about how I looked up to Justin or to Beyoncé, looking at what they did. But I’m looking at everything everybody does. I’m looking at everything T.I. does, I’m looking at everything Lil Wayne does, I’m looking at everything Jeezy does, I’m looking at everything Jay-Z does, I’m looking at everything the Killers do, I’m looking at everything Red Hot Chili Peppers does, I’m looking at everything U2 does, I’m looking at everything Rolling Stones does, I’m looking at stuff that Justice does, I’m looking at stuff the Arctic Monkeys do, I’m looking at stuff that TV On The Radio does, I’m looking at Dr. Dre, I’m looking at Timbaland, I’m looking at the Pussycat Dolls. So I’m looking at all these different things, and my goal is to take out everybody. My goal is to completely dominate."
Dude. C'mon.
And as impressive as it is that this guy can list off his entire iPod collection in an interview - and as irresistable as that must be to a journalist bent on making him out to be the blabbering knucklehead he's proven himself to be, time and again: PLEASE. EDIT. THE. FUCKING. ARTICLE.
In the time it took Kanye to list off all the people he's "looking at", each one of those people wrote a song, or experienced something of their own that they'll incorporate into their music (okay, not the Pussycat Dolls, but otherwise...).
Taking aim on your competition in the entertainment business, Tupac/Biggie aside, is just asinine. Be great. The world will follow. Trying to endlessly reformulate yourself in the face of a playlist full of world class talent is a good way to end up cranking out another "Gold Digger" - fun to dance to, but it's not going to win you any Grammys.
Oh yes I did.
"All I did was talk about how I looked up to Justin or to Beyoncé, looking at what they did. But I’m looking at everything everybody does. I’m looking at everything T.I. does, I’m looking at everything Lil Wayne does, I’m looking at everything Jeezy does, I’m looking at everything Jay-Z does, I’m looking at everything the Killers do, I’m looking at everything Red Hot Chili Peppers does, I’m looking at everything U2 does, I’m looking at everything Rolling Stones does, I’m looking at stuff that Justice does, I’m looking at stuff the Arctic Monkeys do, I’m looking at stuff that TV On The Radio does, I’m looking at Dr. Dre, I’m looking at Timbaland, I’m looking at the Pussycat Dolls. So I’m looking at all these different things, and my goal is to take out everybody. My goal is to completely dominate."
Dude. C'mon.
And as impressive as it is that this guy can list off his entire iPod collection in an interview - and as irresistable as that must be to a journalist bent on making him out to be the blabbering knucklehead he's proven himself to be, time and again: PLEASE. EDIT. THE. FUCKING. ARTICLE.
In the time it took Kanye to list off all the people he's "looking at", each one of those people wrote a song, or experienced something of their own that they'll incorporate into their music (okay, not the Pussycat Dolls, but otherwise...).
Taking aim on your competition in the entertainment business, Tupac/Biggie aside, is just asinine. Be great. The world will follow. Trying to endlessly reformulate yourself in the face of a playlist full of world class talent is a good way to end up cranking out another "Gold Digger" - fun to dance to, but it's not going to win you any Grammys.
Oh yes I did.
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
Comes around
My son has a very succinct Christmas List: Jason Witten jersey, a Mystic Ranger Red Power Ranger Sword, a General Grievous, and a Boba Fett.
How is my never-seen-a-Star-Wars-movie son so engrossed in the same thing I was engrossed in thirty years ago?
You can blame his Nana (who faithfully saved tens of probably-lead-tainted Star Wars figures from my youth. Eh. I turned out okay, right? RIGHT?) And I suppose you can blame his best friends' parents, who let his friend watch Jedis cut Siths into tiny pieces with laser sabers and hate.
Thanks to a couple books written for fourth graders, my 4 year old can spell "Darth Vader", tell you that Palpatine is secretly Darth Sidious, tell the difference between Boba and Jengo Fett, and tell you what color light saber Mace Windu wields as he prepares to undo the evil-doers.
My son is a sponge.
And he's been soaking up the Star Wars trivia.
He has embraced, for instance, the adage that "the bad guys look cooler than the good guys, but the good guys always win." Which gets ever more complicated when we also know that my wife's friend is in the throes of an ugly divorce from a local cop.
He knows that storm troopers are clones. And that clones come from one daddy. And that they are all the same. And that they can't think for themselves. But they have really cool guns. So he'd like to be a clone, maybe.
Aw shit.
Fortunately he likes Yoda. Yoda is as good as it gets right? He's a fucking MUPPET for cripes sake. What's good-er than a muppet? Men can fail. Cops get corrupted. Jedis can turn to the dark side. But Jim Henson? He's like the patron saint of positivity.
How is my never-seen-a-Star-Wars-movie son so engrossed in the same thing I was engrossed in thirty years ago?
You can blame his Nana (who faithfully saved tens of probably-lead-tainted Star Wars figures from my youth. Eh. I turned out okay, right? RIGHT?) And I suppose you can blame his best friends' parents, who let his friend watch Jedis cut Siths into tiny pieces with laser sabers and hate.
Thanks to a couple books written for fourth graders, my 4 year old can spell "Darth Vader", tell you that Palpatine is secretly Darth Sidious, tell the difference between Boba and Jengo Fett, and tell you what color light saber Mace Windu wields as he prepares to undo the evil-doers.
My son is a sponge.
And he's been soaking up the Star Wars trivia.
He has embraced, for instance, the adage that "the bad guys look cooler than the good guys, but the good guys always win." Which gets ever more complicated when we also know that my wife's friend is in the throes of an ugly divorce from a local cop.
He knows that storm troopers are clones. And that clones come from one daddy. And that they are all the same. And that they can't think for themselves. But they have really cool guns. So he'd like to be a clone, maybe.
Aw shit.
Fortunately he likes Yoda. Yoda is as good as it gets right? He's a fucking MUPPET for cripes sake. What's good-er than a muppet? Men can fail. Cops get corrupted. Jedis can turn to the dark side. But Jim Henson? He's like the patron saint of positivity.
Great Expectations
As I eluded to in an earlier post, Slingshot has a new ECD.
When I was just a pup in the biz (actually, before I was technically in the biz) I went on a field trip to NYC. U of D arranged these frequently to expose us to the stuff you don't see in Newark, Delaware (or Philly, for that matter): Art, design, food, traffic, energy, etc. And they'd schedule visits to Kirshenbaum or Cliff Freeman or DDB: places where we had graduates creating great work for actual clients.
One of these visits was to Ogilvy, to hear Peter Wood speak.
It was the single most memorable presentation I've ever seen. He burst into the room, dressed head to toe in black, and began abruptly. He spoke a mile a minute in a peculiar British accent, tacking up examples, ringing the room as he talked. An assistant followed behind him, taking them down to clear the way for the next wave. He spoke and tacked like this for approximately ten minutes.
It was thrilling. And terrifying. When he was finished, he stopped and asked us if we had a questions. We stood there, mouths agape, struggling for oxygen, much less an intelligent question. What the hell had just happened?
My question might have been: Will you do that AGAIN?
Now he's here. In Dallas. Sitting right here with me in one of the most forward-structured creative departments in the country. Because he thinks this is where it's happening.
Cool, huh?
When I was just a pup in the biz (actually, before I was technically in the biz) I went on a field trip to NYC. U of D arranged these frequently to expose us to the stuff you don't see in Newark, Delaware (or Philly, for that matter): Art, design, food, traffic, energy, etc. And they'd schedule visits to Kirshenbaum or Cliff Freeman or DDB: places where we had graduates creating great work for actual clients.
One of these visits was to Ogilvy, to hear Peter Wood speak.
It was the single most memorable presentation I've ever seen. He burst into the room, dressed head to toe in black, and began abruptly. He spoke a mile a minute in a peculiar British accent, tacking up examples, ringing the room as he talked. An assistant followed behind him, taking them down to clear the way for the next wave. He spoke and tacked like this for approximately ten minutes.
It was thrilling. And terrifying. When he was finished, he stopped and asked us if we had a questions. We stood there, mouths agape, struggling for oxygen, much less an intelligent question. What the hell had just happened?
My question might have been: Will you do that AGAIN?
Now he's here. In Dallas. Sitting right here with me in one of the most forward-structured creative departments in the country. Because he thinks this is where it's happening.
Cool, huh?
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