On the seventh day, she worked.
May 31st, 2009
Sunday of coffee, breakfast and re-reading the brief, hoping something will hop off the Google image search or the one album on my iTunes, or something. Where does inspiration come from? How do we know when it’s good enough to write down, then is it deep enough, on-strategy enough to make it to your spreadsheet. Next steps moving forward, let’s touch base, make sure we’re all on the same page.
Chris? Trish. Trish? Chris.
Let’s knock it out, really blow it up, block out some time this week for some one-on-one face-time.
Aweeeeeeeeeesome.
Quick, that pepaw stole Zack’s phone. Let’s get him, momma.
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Goodbye, sweet disco.
May 28th, 2009
Don’t know if you know Bill Converse, but he loves bears is an amazingly talented dj who plays disco music. (Among other genres.) And he’s leaving our city, trading in his short-shorts for something with a fur lining … in the Windy City. Last night was his goodbye party at the United States Art Authority. (also featuring Gal Pal + Jaunty and the cheshire smile that is Young Mitch Gotti.) Camera malfunction and I was not able to get on tape all the ins and outs of how amazing his disco goodbye truly was.
But I did get a chance to sweat a bit before I had to get up for work this morning, dancing til head was sufficiently drippy. And was also able to catch Bill, in aforementioned short-shorts, getting artistic. And into it. I love this shot. Such cool projection. See if you can find his head.
Will miss his music, but wish him well. Best of luck.
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Pretentiousness has no room here.
May 27th, 2009
Anyone who works in advertising knows a) it’s all about relationships and b) there are a lot of flacks who act like they are much more talented than they really are.
But what I have found, working in social marketing, (which is something I love) there is not that intense level of facade, there isn’t that schmooze. I don’t know, the way I can explain it best is an exec with his hair slicked back, “Hey Bob-ing” around the ADDYs, introducing me to a creative he worked with, only to have the creative ask him, “Um, what was yer name again?”
I’ve been dancing lately. A lot. Because I think when someone can dance freely, they are lost — not in who is watching or by how cool they may look — but in the music. The music is the art. Music is expression. Art is expression. My job, copywriting, that is expression. I watched a huddle of the coolest kids in town, tightest jeans, best haircuts in pantone-matching hues, cool-guy glasses, I watched them take shot after shot, trying to loosen themselves enough to dance. Arms crossed. A crew needed to feel part of something. But still no dancing. Not lubricated enough. Not … cool enough yet.
I’m sober, flailing my arms this way and that, inside the dubstep beat, the bass washing all over me. I am on the dance floor. The cool kids are wall-flower watching, arms. still. crossed. And then, a thought went through my head:
“I wonder who here is having more fun?”
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Hello world!
May 21st, 2009
Everyday I have the same thought as soccer moms with too much time on their hands: I wanna start a BLOG. Zing. So here it is. Welcome to the innermost thoughts of Kate Getty. Topics that most likely will be covered:
- Dumps
- Dumps in Pants
- Dumps in Pantsuits (Just how I roll.)
- Silent feet in stalls/pooping in public
- The Pope
- The Environment
- Your Mother (I’m her #1 fan!)
- Philosophy and what happens to Philosophy majors
- Austin Creative Circus (This shit is bananas … )
- Your Mother (Told you I’m a fan.)
- Love and Horoscopes