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sandboxdiaries:

You guys. This is an actual television commercial I saw on an actual television last night. 

What. What is happening. I do not understand.

What. 

(Jeff was so amazed, he ripped this video from our TiVo because we needed to share this genius with the world.)

(via thisistheglamorous)


Call me a corporate shill, but I’m not looking forward to this. Instead of protesting, how about you go to the far south side and help actually poor people for a month?

solitaryforager:

Adbusters Issues New Call to Action: Occupy Chicago for G8/NATO Summit

(via fuckkyeahchicago)

"I’m a lot more frugal now. I would love to buy another BMW someday, but right now I’m a single dad with a minivan."

Q&A Kenny Loggins | Bankrate.com

Uh... What?

detroitgorilla:

I hope you clicked through and watched that.

Should have been ’90s right?  Cue the Weezer?

Ah whatever, this team makes me thirsty.

THIS IS IMPORTANT

"swissted is an ongoing project by graphic designer mike joyce, owner of stereotype design in new york city. drawing from his love of punk rock and swiss modernism, two movements that have (almost) nothing to do with one another, mike has redesigned vintage punk, hardcore, and indie rock show flyers into international typographic style posters. each design is set in berthold akzidenz grotesk medium, all lowercase. many of these posters are now available for sale in three different sizes at print-process. every single one of these shows actually happened."

swissted

thediscography:

Walker Art Center, Dec. 30, 2011

New York Tea Party Princess - Village Voice

The Victoria Jackson longread you’ve been waiting for.

David Ogilvy on Copywriting

youmightfindyourself:

April 19, 1955

Dear Mr. Calt:

On March 22nd you wrote to me asking for some notes on my work habits as a copywriter. They are appalling, as you are about to see:

1. I have never written an advertisement in the office. Too many interruptions. I do all my writing at home. 

2. I spend a long time studying the precedents. I look at every advertisement which has appeared for competing products during the past 20 years. 

3. I am helpless without research material—and the more “motivational” the better. 

4. I write out a definition of the problem and a statement of the purpose which I wish the campaign to achieve. Then I go no further until the statement and its principles have been accepted by the client. 

5. Before actually writing the copy, I write down every concievable fact and selling idea. Then I get them organized and relate them to research and the copy platform. 

6. Then I write the headline. As a matter of fact I try to write 20 alternative headlines for every advertisement. And I never select the final headline without asking the opinion of other people in the agency. In some cases I seek the help of the research department and get them to do a split-run on a battery of headlines. 

7. At this point I can no longer postpone the actual copy. So I go home and sit down at my desk. I find myself entirely without ideas. I get bad-tempered. If my wife comes into the room I growl at her. (This has gotten worse since I gave up smoking.)

8. I am terrified of producing a lousy advertisement. This causes me to throw away the first 20 attempts. 

9. If all else fails, I drink half a bottle of rum and play a Handel oratorio on the gramophone. This generally produces an uncontrollable gush of copy. 

10. The next morning I get up early and edit the gush.

11. Then I take the train to New York and my secretary types a draft. (I cannot type, which is very inconvenient.)

12. I am a lousy copywriter, but I am a good editor. So I go to work editing my own draft. After four or five editings, it looks good enough to show to the client. If the client changes the copy, I get angry—because I took a lot of trouble writing it, and what I wrote I wrote on purpose. 

Altogether it is a slow and laborious business. I understand that some copywriters have much greater facility. 

Yours sincerely, 

D.O.

(via jeremypair)

gotemcoach:

REMEMBERING RASHEED

He’s not dead, but why not take the time to Remember Rasheed?

  • Rasheed Wallace was T’d up and ejected from the McDonald’s High School All-American Game.

“Some people say I’m mean and this and that. On one hand that’s cool. That keeps away all the riffraff and all the bugaboos.” - Rasheed Wallace

  • Allegedly psyched up teammates by yelling, “Let’s go out and play like we’re Chicago on NBA Jam.”

“Every time he took a shot he said, `Don’t worry young fella, I get paid for this. I get paid for doing this to you.’” - Kwame Brown, on Rasheed

  • Allegedly wore Timberlands during a mid-season Blazer practice.

From the Detroit News:

“I ain’t going to say (nothing) to him (George W. Bush). I didn’t vote for him. I’m not excited at all, it’s just part of the thing.” - Sheed

“He ain’t lying, either. He won’t say nothing to him.” - Chauncey Billups

@gotem_coach

Maybe the basket of toys pulled itself off the shelf. You were at work. How would you know? (Taken with instagram)

copymattt:

Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.

siphotos:

Tigers DH Cecil Fielder poses for a photo with his nine-year-old son, Prince Fielder, before the 1993 MLB All Star Game at Camden Yards. Prince must’ve enjoyed his father’s time in Detroit because the former Brewers first baseman signed a nine-year, $214 million deal with the Tigers. (Photo by Michael Zagaris/Getty Images)

This kid played on same little league team the year after me. 

He is now a Tiger.

yuppiestherpg on Twitter

This happend because I demanded it.

Minutemen Acoustic

via daily swarm.

(Source: vimeo.com)