It’s so bad, but it’s so good! Watch it if you can!
The weird synchronicities continue. Turns out Dave, the magician who fixed my Taylor, plays banjo in a bluegrass band that just happened to be playing “up the road apiece” at the Bradley Playhouse in Putnam. Checked out a video of them, and guess where they were playing? Fort Hill Farms — who Laura just happens to do graphic design for!
Last night was an awesome show, filled with pyrotechnic picking and brilliant banter. Check out BVBB next time they’re in your neighborhood. I just might crash the hoedown. And here’s hoping that the Bradley brings in more music!!!
My girl has been in the shop for almost two months now. They removed her neck and sent it back to the factory. Can’t wait until I have her back in my arms. Meanwhile, here we are in better times. She sure could sing.
It’s been a dream of mine to have a serious medical condition named after me. Paul’s Palsy, perhaps. Problem is, there’s nothing seriously wrong with me. Which means I have nothing to write about. Which means I do have a serious problem — coming up with regular blog updates and FaceBook posts.
Therein lies my condition, though I have altruistically decided not to name the affliction after myself. I’m overflowing with SUDS, short for Social Update DisorderS.
You probably know the feeling. It’s that subtle pressure and anxiety that comes when you neglect to call your mother every week or so. Or tweet or text every ten minutes. The pressure is ten times worse when you expect every missive to be enlightening or entertaining — not something so mundane as what you’re cooking for dinner or what book you’re reading.
SUDS have been around since the cave man days, but like so many other things, technology has amplified the problem. They feed off a constant human need to build and bolster the identity, thus validating the ego’s self worth and creating the illusion of happiness. The feeling is fleeting, however, unless one constantly feeds the fire and the FaceBook.
Technology also raises the bar in terms of expectations. Instead of just iconic personalities, social media exposes us to so many others ”just like us,” whom we naturally compare ourselves to — sometimes on a minute-by-minute basis.
It can drive you to SUDS.
Nobody wants to hear about benefits when they’re watching a hockey game. This is how you should do health insurance advertising. Are you listening ConnectiCare??
I’ve always used the “connect-the-dots” analogy to describe what I do. Steve Jobs said it better. There goes my hero.
“You can’t connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life… – Steve Jobs
If my blog pages look screwy for a while, do not adjust your TV set. That would be stupid. What’s happening is that I am migrating, like a parasite, from my old web host, Aplus, to the much cooler accommodations at HostGator. Somewhere in the translation, files got killed. Mainly my sidebar widgets. Now I have to remember what they said. I’m working on it.
This one’s a keeper. Alex and I were lucky enough to meet Lord Stanley at the Martha’s Vineyard Arena. Sure temperatures were in the 90s outside, but dammit, I still wore my ’72 Champs sweatshirt!
I had forgotten how much I missed that distinctive hockey barn smell.
Step right up, ladies, gentlemen, boys, girls, Marketing Directors of all ages. We’ve officially launched BIG SHOW BRANDING, a suite of unique, new marketing products solving communications’ most colossal challenges. Not only did yours truly get to invent and build all the products, I also got to whack together a website, which I encourage you visit at bigshowbranding.com. Visit us today at The Hartford Business Expo and get 30% off!!
Another photo mosaic artwork experiment. This time I grabbed images from Flickr tagged “Las Vegas” to create a work that captures the grittykitschysexynasty spirit of the place.
Check It Out!
In my “official” reality, I’m VP and Executive Creative Director at Decker, a quirky little ad agency in Glastonbury CT. But despite my respectable title, I’m really just a Cosmic Dot Connector.
I grew up a nerdy, artsy, weird kind of kid, which curiously never changes. My schooling is graphic design, my occupation is writing, and my obsessions are music, video editting, woo-woo spiritualism and building a website that explores all of these things and more.
Lately I spend most of my spare time at the kitchen table, MacBook at hand, along with a coffee, a code editor and my trusty Radio Shack soldering iron. I want to be a mad scientist when I grow up, if that ever happens.