Hidden troll.
May 26th, 2010
Can you find the troll in this picture? No. It’s not Tristan. 
This is about:
An ad ode.
May 21st, 2010
We all know Wieden makes amazing advertising. Well, those of us who actually give a shit about advertising. If you don’t know, Wieden does most of Nike’s stuff, which has been all hit and no miss for years upon years, pretty much ever since they started touching the brand. They also did that “I’m on a horse” ad recently that gave Old Spice a reason to get into everybody’s stank pits, completely revolutionizing the brand. Remember when Old Spice was only for old guys with old balls? Now it’s not. But I digress. I still love advertising (even whilst writing about Snausages) simply because, as advertising evolves and changes, the bottom line is, make something that people will actually want to interact with. Interact meaning, watch it, like it on facebook, follow it, become the mayor of it, post pics of it, etc. If it’s art, it has legs, it gets retweeted and forwarded and tagged — that’s what I keep learning. The basis now has become art. And fun. And that makes me feel better about advertising.
I’m not a huge soccer/football fan, but this ad. THIS AD. It’s unreal, goosebump-worthy, and some art that’s shooting around everywhere in ad world. Enjoy. I’ve watched it three times already.
This is about:
Yesterday.
March 3rd, 2010
This guy made me angry. Today, he makes me laugh hysterically until I cough and my office mate says, “Not in my office.” Thanks, Ashley for sending this and thanks universe for making today better than yesterday so I could finally smile. Love it. 
This is about:
Humpday jamz c/o “vacation.”
February 24th, 2010
This is silly and makes me think of the soundtrack for movies like American Pie, Ten Things I Hate About You and She’s All That.
But really, I’m just stoked cuz I’ll be in SF in … counting down, 24 hours. Boom.
This is about:
Just like that.
February 16th, 2010
It all changed. Shifted. The tides, the moon somehow, the blinds in my office. The crick in the back, it moved sides, as if Atlas, well, shrugged. I don’t know. I just don’t like the energy. It’s black around the edges, and it gets all over everybody.
This is about:
Vocabulario.
November 20th, 2009
(From an e-mail at work today.)
FYI, “dropping it low” in the copy is translated as: menearse de arriba a abajo (to wiggle up and down).
