Ok, I tried to play it cool this week. SS and I had a great date last Saturday. I had to resist not calling the next day. I really wanted to talk to her. Monday she sends me a nice email. It was great to get to know you and all that. I replied. I didn't hear back. I waited a little more. I gave a call last night. I didn't hear back. I thought I blew it.
She called today.
I'm seriously crushin.
29.8.08
25.8.08
Holy Cow
I just met the most amazing person this weekend. For now I will call her SS. Saturday was our first date. She's super sweet. It's been a while since I've met another person I click with. Things are new to be sure, but we spent almost 7 hours gabbing and drinking and gabbing about everything from religion to star wars. She was very forgiving of my half baked theories and occasional factual slip ups which helps a LOT. Throughout the night I kind of had to pinch myself. Here I was sitting across from this very beautiful woman and we weren't bored with each other. Conversation was easy and consistent. I've been out on a few dates now and they were just painful to sit through. So boring. Chemistry counts for a lot. We seemed to have it. Now comes the very fragile period of any relationship... The first tentative steps. I really wanted to call her last night. But I didn't. I don't want to come on too strong. Just need to relax :)
Hopefully I'll be writing more about here in the future.
Hopefully I'll be writing more about here in the future.
16.8.08
Wow what a year.
Sometimes things just have a way of happening. In clusters. They
irrevocably change the course of your life. It happens to all of us
and after having roughly 3 years of an enjoyably stable existance it
seems my turn is up. The beginning of the year brought the demise of
my relationship with the beck (which I will finally go into detail
about in another post) then I jumped off of the green tea express,
last week my apartment was broken into at the same time an old ex came
back into my life to stir up all the old feelings. I guess you could
say I'm starting over again on many different levels.
irrevocably change the course of your life. It happens to all of us
and after having roughly 3 years of an enjoyably stable existance it
seems my turn is up. The beginning of the year brought the demise of
my relationship with the beck (which I will finally go into detail
about in another post) then I jumped off of the green tea express,
last week my apartment was broken into at the same time an old ex came
back into my life to stir up all the old feelings. I guess you could
say I'm starting over again on many different levels.
Of all that stuff though, the thing that bums me out the most is the
loss of the green tea express. A big chunk of people that have been in
my life for the last three years are now gone. I have other friends
yes, but a couple of those cats were special to me even if I didn't
show it.
There have been other periods in my life where I've lost whole groups
of people that I was tight with. Practically my entire college crew
and that was a super tight group. Things don't seem to roll off as
easy as they once did.
27.7.08
Linda linda
Boy falls in love with girl. Boy looses girl. Boy finds girl again.
Last Monday I had dinner with someone I never really thought I'd
connect with again. Linda is someone who embodies most of the things
I'm looking for in someone. She's increadibly bright and down to
earth. I intuitively get where she's coming from. Buuuut. She didn't
feel the same way of course. Even now she will dismiss it, "Well, we
had some things in common."
She is going through a tough time right now. Roomate trouble. Typical
in New York.
SHE: I don't know. He (roomie) has some real problems. He's
compulsively lying.
ME: And it's not like you're landlord will distinguish between you and
him with the unpaid half of the rent.
SHE: I have about a month to figure it all out.
ME: You know, you once gave me a bit of advice. You know, when we
were going through all that stuff back then. You said, "The world has
a way of giving you what you need."
SHE: I said that?
ME: yeah.
SHE: What a load of hooey.
I've thought about Linda a lot over the years. Rebecca actually felt
threatened by her. Everytime I went back to Philly ahe thought I'd be
secretely meeting with her. Indeed I have sort of romanticized Linda.
But seeing her that night. I realized my feelings have changed. Not in
a bad way, I mean I'd still jump at the opportunity to be with her.
But I think I've finally reached the point where my passion isn't
making me resentful. I think we can finally be friends.
22.7.08
17.7.08
6.7.08
I wish
I wish I could control my emotions.
I wish I could recognize when I'm becoming irrational.
I wish I didn't take it out on my friends.
My sister could tell me when I was getting out of hand before I'd get too far but she's gone now. Rebecca was a solid base for me to talk to but now I'm single.
I wish I could recognize when I'm becoming irrational.
I wish I didn't take it out on my friends.
My sister could tell me when I was getting out of hand before I'd get too far but she's gone now. Rebecca was a solid base for me to talk to but now I'm single.
19.6.08
fair and balanced
Are there ANY reviews on I-Tunes that aren't like 5 star reviews? You could put a flaming bag of poo up there and some fecal fanboy will click away, "bravo, this is the best poo outing yet... I mean this one is just nutty!"
Sorry I-Tunes this review was NOT helpful.
Sorry I-Tunes this review was NOT helpful.
6.6.08
5.6.08
Eharmo-wha???
How would you handle being paired up with an ex on a dating site? Especially if she was the one that dumped you. First reaction, "See? I told you we were right for eachother!"
But it's kind of weird cause I know this alert was sent to her as well, and here we go avoiding each other again. It's funny to think about how the mind plays tricks on you. The feeling of anxiousness as a result of something ethereal. I mean there is 0 contact in this situation. It's not like I saw her with another guy, all smiles. So why the butterflies?
But if she's on a dating site too, well that means she's... which means... Wow the digital age has some really funny ways of letting us know when things are really over.
But it's kind of weird cause I know this alert was sent to her as well, and here we go avoiding each other again. It's funny to think about how the mind plays tricks on you. The feeling of anxiousness as a result of something ethereal. I mean there is 0 contact in this situation. It's not like I saw her with another guy, all smiles. So why the butterflies?
But if she's on a dating site too, well that means she's... which means... Wow the digital age has some really funny ways of letting us know when things are really over.
1.6.08
Toys for the Disturbed
la la la connect the dots:
http://www.wackyarchives.com/bizarre/toys-for-the-disturbed.html
Comin back atcha
Such a long hiatus. My big adjustment to the big changes is beginning to blossom. I'm sittin in tonight. Watching SPEED RACER on a pirate site. Got it plugged into my 40" via S-cable. A bunch of my friends are out tonight. I miss them all. Mikie's probably spinning tonight, dodging the ladies with that new ring around his finger. Doc is getting ready to move into a new place in CHI-TOWN while her love is away in china with the cirque de sole. Tone is chatting up the ladies and I wonder if Rain is feeling a blue retro chill creeping into his bones. New ladie V is gliding through the cobble stones in Boston. My crazy little alien CHARLENE is texting me at 12 am no doubt wanting to tell me broken English stories that sound like poetic little riddles. My boy Dave is probably still unpacking after moving into his new house in LA. Somewhere in San Fran Phillip is singing his fool heart out; The boy is mad about kereoke. Hopefully R-DATH is listening to the latest shoosha song mix I sent out to her. And dear old Stephanie, your child is precious. Bobby, my Philly boy, I'll be calling u soon. Robert, fatherhood will suit you just fine.
Just got word back from Tony, the ladies he was chatting up tonight were lesbians.
Yep, they're all out there tonight.
Just got word back from Tony, the ladies he was chatting up tonight were lesbians.
Yep, they're all out there tonight.
6.3.08
Breaking up
I just spent about an hour and a half detailing recent events between me and The Beck. I can't post it. It doesn't seem right. When I re-read it... it just wasn't right.
The Beck and I broke up a week and a half ago. Things are still a little raw. I miss her very much, but we are taking this time apart to reflect.
I will tell this story in the future. When enough time has passed.
The Beck and I broke up a week and a half ago. Things are still a little raw. I miss her very much, but we are taking this time apart to reflect.
I will tell this story in the future. When enough time has passed.
11.2.08
20.1.08
New Attitude
Hello kids, sorry for the latency between posts. It's just that the new year greeted me with a shocker. I got my ass fired. It's ok tho. I was kind of asking for it. As you may have gathered from my previous post, I have been miserable for quite some time at my last position (employer to remain nameless). I had every intention of leaving on my own mid year 07. The funny thing is this; x-mas party 06 we were just about to loose our 2nd creative director in about 6 months. The job by that point was up for grabs and I had a strong angle. I did not take it however. I nominated a colleague who, it should be noted, was about to leave the agency himself. I couldn't help but chuckle when he looked at me and in his typical oblique stammer said, "I think your done here!"
Let me start at the beginning. After having some success helping to create SemutApi (www.semutapi.com) way back in '02 with fellow Agency.com-ers. Our stalwart leader was forced to relocate the studio to Jakarta. It just so happens that Indonesia is a Muslim country. Post 9-11 Muslim countries are not very popular. Was our fearless friend Muslim? nope. He was just caught up in the same fervor that swept up thousands of other innocents after the tragedy. So there I was, left with a decision to make. Why to god couldn't it had been Tokyo he was going to! A twinge of home sickness led me to finally come to New York. Unfortunately, I had no portfolio. I had lent my disks to the agency so we could pitch work.
Fast forward. December 04. I managed to cobble together a meager body of work. It was pretty pathetic really. I was lucky to land this AD position at said Nameless Agency. Actually the set up couldn't have been more perfect. The internal structure of Nameless Agency was a complete mess. Surprisingly enough it had a small but notable list of clients. I took advantage of the opportunity and bent as many projects that i could to my will. The end goal? Rebuild my frickin lost portfolio. No internal structure meant that i could step in and take the lead with little bureaucratic oversight. I had to eat shit for a while. Technically I should have been playing at CD level. But with little to show for my experience I got bumped to AD. Not toooo bad. Especially in an environment where I was told "Didn't believe in Titles." Um... Ok.... sure, whatever. I navigated the choppy waters as best I could for 2 years. Finally I had enough work to move on from that dysfunctional little hell hole.
Nameless Agency Holiday party 06. Hat metaphorically in hand, I made an arrangement with soon to be Nameless Superior. Up until that point he was harmless enough. Subtly ambitious. Spoke in stammered fits and starts that gave the impression possibly, by dumb luck, something brilliant just might erupt from somewhere inside his shaggy head. We were/are total opposites. I didn't care. By that point i was just going to take my time and look for greener pastures. We both knew the CD seat was going to be vacant. With a drunken burp I said have at it.
Sure enough I stepped aside and let him get promoted. Not without an empty promotion for myself. I was anointed Associate Creative Director and was given a healthy pay raise (still way below industry scale BTW but hey.... It was something). I was all set to jump ship in a few months while I sorted everything out when I was given a project that would probably be the culmination of everything I had working toward up until that point. It was an integrated campaign. Full video. Dynamic and immersive flash. It would be the cherry on top. That lead to 4 of the hardest months I've ever had to put down on a project. I was fried and the summer passed in a blur. Fall hit me like a ton of bricks. I had to get moving. I quickly started gathering materials that would help me tell a CD's story.
Then came the Nameless Agencies first round of layoffs. Turns out their glorious lack of structure and foresight paired with a supreme lack of new business development left us vulnerable to a loss of three clients totaling millions in revenue. Surprisingly I was spared the ax. Suprisingly? you may ask. Because Nameless Superior turned into a little Hitler with whom I rarely saw eye to eye. I guess I managed to fly under the radar just well enough.
It was at that point I knew that I could not dally and longer. My brain screamed "EXIT STAGE RIGHT." I grabbed a crappy little presentation we developed for a new business capabilities pitch. It had all my work in it. I quickly put it on my server and started sending out resumes. A small part of me felt guilty that I was repurposing an agency pitch. A bigger part of me said fuck it! they used you as much as you used them.
X-mas 07. I was in the office for the two dull days between x-mas and New Years. I was full of excitement. After a month of interviews i finally had a respectable agency take an interest in me. I had a 3 hour interview set for just a week after Jan. 01. I was dreaming of the moment when I could give the little Despot my resignation. He came in late on a friday with a grimace. I bade him a small acknowledgment. Not uncommonly he ignored me. He was such a pleasure to be around! About two hours later he called me into the conference room for a meeting. He moved to the plasma display and pulled up the pirate site. Admittedly I was a little shocked. But not so much. It's a small community we work in. We sat there for a second. I smirked and pulled off a little shrug.
"Yeah?"
Flummoxed, he spastically waved at the screen, "you didn't even bother changing the copy."
"I'll take it off this weekend."
"I think your done here."
I let out a snicker. "d'you want me to pack up now?"
"That would be best!"
He was always a little mellow dramatic. So I packed up and left. Can't say I'm none the worse for wear. I've had the whole month off, living off the soft cushion of savings I managed to accumulate, sitting here in the beautiful city of San Francisco.
Oh that interview I had? Got the job. I start on the 28th.
Let me start at the beginning. After having some success helping to create SemutApi (www.semutapi.com) way back in '02 with fellow Agency.com-ers. Our stalwart leader was forced to relocate the studio to Jakarta. It just so happens that Indonesia is a Muslim country. Post 9-11 Muslim countries are not very popular. Was our fearless friend Muslim? nope. He was just caught up in the same fervor that swept up thousands of other innocents after the tragedy. So there I was, left with a decision to make. Why to god couldn't it had been Tokyo he was going to! A twinge of home sickness led me to finally come to New York. Unfortunately, I had no portfolio. I had lent my disks to the agency so we could pitch work.
Fast forward. December 04. I managed to cobble together a meager body of work. It was pretty pathetic really. I was lucky to land this AD position at said Nameless Agency. Actually the set up couldn't have been more perfect. The internal structure of Nameless Agency was a complete mess. Surprisingly enough it had a small but notable list of clients. I took advantage of the opportunity and bent as many projects that i could to my will. The end goal? Rebuild my frickin lost portfolio. No internal structure meant that i could step in and take the lead with little bureaucratic oversight. I had to eat shit for a while. Technically I should have been playing at CD level. But with little to show for my experience I got bumped to AD. Not toooo bad. Especially in an environment where I was told "Didn't believe in Titles." Um... Ok.... sure, whatever. I navigated the choppy waters as best I could for 2 years. Finally I had enough work to move on from that dysfunctional little hell hole.
Nameless Agency Holiday party 06. Hat metaphorically in hand, I made an arrangement with soon to be Nameless Superior. Up until that point he was harmless enough. Subtly ambitious. Spoke in stammered fits and starts that gave the impression possibly, by dumb luck, something brilliant just might erupt from somewhere inside his shaggy head. We were/are total opposites. I didn't care. By that point i was just going to take my time and look for greener pastures. We both knew the CD seat was going to be vacant. With a drunken burp I said have at it.
Sure enough I stepped aside and let him get promoted. Not without an empty promotion for myself. I was anointed Associate Creative Director and was given a healthy pay raise (still way below industry scale BTW but hey.... It was something). I was all set to jump ship in a few months while I sorted everything out when I was given a project that would probably be the culmination of everything I had working toward up until that point. It was an integrated campaign. Full video. Dynamic and immersive flash. It would be the cherry on top. That lead to 4 of the hardest months I've ever had to put down on a project. I was fried and the summer passed in a blur. Fall hit me like a ton of bricks. I had to get moving. I quickly started gathering materials that would help me tell a CD's story.
Then came the Nameless Agencies first round of layoffs. Turns out their glorious lack of structure and foresight paired with a supreme lack of new business development left us vulnerable to a loss of three clients totaling millions in revenue. Surprisingly I was spared the ax. Suprisingly? you may ask. Because Nameless Superior turned into a little Hitler with whom I rarely saw eye to eye. I guess I managed to fly under the radar just well enough.
It was at that point I knew that I could not dally and longer. My brain screamed "EXIT STAGE RIGHT." I grabbed a crappy little presentation we developed for a new business capabilities pitch. It had all my work in it. I quickly put it on my server and started sending out resumes. A small part of me felt guilty that I was repurposing an agency pitch. A bigger part of me said fuck it! they used you as much as you used them.
X-mas 07. I was in the office for the two dull days between x-mas and New Years. I was full of excitement. After a month of interviews i finally had a respectable agency take an interest in me. I had a 3 hour interview set for just a week after Jan. 01. I was dreaming of the moment when I could give the little Despot my resignation. He came in late on a friday with a grimace. I bade him a small acknowledgment. Not uncommonly he ignored me. He was such a pleasure to be around! About two hours later he called me into the conference room for a meeting. He moved to the plasma display and pulled up the pirate site. Admittedly I was a little shocked. But not so much. It's a small community we work in. We sat there for a second. I smirked and pulled off a little shrug.
"Yeah?"
Flummoxed, he spastically waved at the screen, "you didn't even bother changing the copy."
"I'll take it off this weekend."
"I think your done here."
I let out a snicker. "d'you want me to pack up now?"
"That would be best!"
He was always a little mellow dramatic. So I packed up and left. Can't say I'm none the worse for wear. I've had the whole month off, living off the soft cushion of savings I managed to accumulate, sitting here in the beautiful city of San Francisco.
Oh that interview I had? Got the job. I start on the 28th.
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