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Feb
13

With

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Towards the end of 2013 I stumbled upon a TED Talk. It featured a former college classmate and lacrosse teammate, Andy Nagy-Benson. I knew him as Andy Benson. He was a long stick (defender), fast as hell, quick hands, could slide better than anyone in our division. He went to Loomis Chafee, a prestigious boarding school outside of Hartford.

Back then I would call us decent guys but hardly Godly. Often assholes. Now Andy and I are connected on Facebook so I know his whereabouts. We’d all grown up, married, had kids, some divorced. We used to see each other at weddings and now we’ve moved on to funerals. It’s an inevitable life stage thing.

Andy had gone on to be the pastor at Middlebury College. Ironically enough one of our big rivals in college. I’m not sure when Andy “found God” or if he ever lost him.

I do know that at the time I stumbled upon Andy’s TED Talk I had lost my way. I had lost my father, was struggling with my career direction, staring down the barrel of a divorce and aching over lost time with the two most important creatures in my life, my daughters.

Through a considerable amount of therapy, self discovery and so forth, I realized that I was not necessarily the person I had grown up thinking I was. Throughout my marriage through my own fault I had allowed my own family (however fucked up or unorthodox it was) to be incredibly marginalized. I felt very alone.

And along comes Andy and his stupid TED Talk.

Andy talked about the word “with”. I had forgotten what the word “with” felt like. For a whole host of complicated reasons I abandoned it with my wife and perhaps one day we’ll have a version of it again but it dawned on me that I needed to find what that felt like again.

I found it in Italy.

My parents were divorced when I was transitioning from infant to toddler. I would live with my Dad initially and then at about four and half years old would go to live with my Mom. When I was 11, my Mom would remarry and so the unorthodox family would begin. He was Italian-American, us, black. He had two kids. A daughter a couple of years older than me and a son several years older than me. Although my step-sister and I hated each other at first that was really more a statement of circumstance.

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Eventually I would learn what “with” meant with my step-sister. She became my protector as I neared the end of high school and she headed off to college. She was the coolest person I knew and by osmosis made me slightly cool.

Hey, I could make a bong out of a toilet paper roll. I never smoked pot but when with those who were in a pinch, I was fucking MacGyver. My sister taught me that.

In addition to my sister, I adopted an aunt and an uncle and two cousins. They lived in Florence, Italy. They would visit us every summer. Jonathan is my age but the fascination of the good old U.S. of A and my BMX bikes led him to follow me around like an annoying puppy. Francesca was his younger sister and three years younger than me. We were smitten from day one. Francesca would become one of my most valuable friends ever.

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All of which I almost forgot. As close as I was to this family of mine I had never been to visit them in Italy. This is dumb and selfish on many levels but for some reason my Mom decided to send me to Italy on Christmas Day 2013.

Despite some slight travel misadventures, I flew to Pisa via Heathrow and was picked up by Francesca at the airport.

With.

The love and affection from my entire Italian family was immediate and palpable.

With.

They wanted to know everything. The good. The bad. The sad. The hurt. The future. What did I want to do on my visit? The answer was simple. Spend as much time with each and every one of them as possible. It was a house I’d never once set foot in but felt that I belonged.

With.

I met Jonathan’s wife and daughters for the first time. That’s 13 and 7 years respectively. Emma, 13, loved Timberland boots. I played her Tribe Called Quest/Beastie boy’s so she could hear the line of “Timbos on your toes”. Acceptance. Elisa told me about how she loved Peppa Pig so I laughed and snorted as loud as I could.

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With.

I met Francesca’s horse, Faberge. Her love after losing her true love, Mossimo to a heart attack way too early in life.

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With.

A day with Jonathan and Sandro in the Chianti wine region. Decadence and indulgence and spectacular company.

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With.

Would I like to go to a museum or watch Emma and Francesca ride and then have the traditional Sunday family dinner? The latter please.

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With.

The entire time I was infected with love. I felt it. I was moved by it. I remembered what mattered.

With.

Thanks Andy Nagy-Benson.

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Feb
12

Thank You Mr. Hansen

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I credit my former colleague Will Burns, for bringing this to my attention. It’s a an op-ed by a Texas Sportscaster about Michael Ham. And it does not go where you think at all.

The mindset of this man looks nothing like the GOP base or of that of any “anonymous” NFL GMs. His remarks are similar to a lot of what’s been said over the past few days but I believe the problem is one of leadership or lack thereof. As we sit and watch Aaron Hernandez on trial for one if not more murders, laugh about Plaxico Burress who shot himself in the leg by accident, talk about not when but how many times Ben Rothlesiberger has been accused of sexual assault or Michael Vick who served time in prison for we all know what, here’s a young man who simply wants to go from the best of a college career to a pro career without having to live a lie.

His teammates embraced him wholeheartedly. His father did not. And now what was once thought to be a first or second round pick is now thought to be a third to fifth round pick. Because of his sexual orientation. He didn’t lie about an online girlfriend. He didn’t get caught with drugs. He told the truth.

So here’s what I wish: I wish a team owner would lead from the top. As I recall Paul Tagliabue had a son who was openly gay. I sat on a board with with Mr. Tagliabue and I can attest firsthand that he was as loving and proud of his son as you can imagine. Roger Goodell remains shamefully as a mime. The head of the NFL Players Association came out with strong positive words, but what I wish was that a team owner would march down to the GM’s office and meet with the head coach and tell them to get the locker room to fall in line and that if they had a problem with drafting one of the best defensive players in college football because of his sexual orientation, well then I’m sure there are plenty of others willing to take his paycheck. Of that I’m certain. And we all know (especially Pats fans) the diamonds in the rough you find in the lower draft picks. Tom Brady to name but one. To be a team that lacked the character to be adults, as an owner would make me ashamed to be an owner. As Mr. Hansen points out, if nothing else this points to the fallacies that exist in the NFL for what’s acceptable behavior. Which when you look at it is pretty disgusting.

Thank you Mr. Hansen for being a shining light in Texas, no less. Well done.

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Dec
05

Verizon is dumb.

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pound sandIf my good friend Marty St. George, CMO of jetBlue and a man who knows a thing or two about customer service felt fit to re-post this exchange on Facebook I felt it was most definitively worthy of Twitter. This is the second post on this blog about Verizon and customer service. The first post can be seen here. In full disclosure and as not to appear biased, I did have a negative experience at Verizon but that doesn’t hold true with everyone. That experience was told here. As if there’s not a better example of how awful it is. When I posted this exchange which was the third of my attempts to upgrade to a new phone without spending an egregious amount of money especially as my phone old phone was dying one of my friends remarked that her cousin had worked for Verizon for 25 years but would not use Verizon Wireless as his cell provider.

I have an iPhone 4S bought in February 2013. It’s starting to shit the bed. On about 4 occasions this past weekend. Ya know, Thanksgiving memento occasions wanting to take pics of the girls or whatever, my phone would read 67% battery and then die.

I called Verizon Wireless today (FYI, that’s a different company than VerizonFIOS or Verizon Business don’t let the fact that the Verizon prefix means they’re the same company) and said that I was having this problem and I spoke to a person who was “the most senior up-level” person. In other words the “buck stops with you,” I said. “Yes it does.” Well great. I explained the issues and here is how the rest of the conversation went.

Me: So I’d like a new phone.

VZW: Well we can do that for you?

Me: I’d like to upgrade to a 32GB 5S.

VZW: Well that will be $749.

Me: But the advertised prices are $299.

VZW: Well you’re not eligible for an upgrade until February 1, 2015.

Me: That’s more than a year and half from now? Do you realize the pace of technology is about 6 months?

VZW: Well yes, but you signed a contract.

Me: Well contracts are rewritten every day. It’s like I was refinancing a mortgage. I’ll sign a new contract.

VZW: It’s not like that for us.

Me: What do you mean?

VZW: Well that would be like you bought a house for half price and then asked to refinance on a price that’s not the full value of the house.

Me: So wait, you sell a phone for $199 or $299 and you lose money?

VZW: Well no.

Me: But that’s what you’re saying.

VZW: No it’s not.

Me: So Verizon is in the interest of losing money to attract new customers? I’m sure your shareholders would love to hear this.

VZW: Well no. You signed a contract. I’m sorry that you don’t get it. I’m held to the same contract as you are and I’ve worked here since before it was Verizon.

Me: Are you meaning to belittle my intelligence to say that I don’t get it?

VZW: I didn’t say that you didn’t get it.

Me: Ummm.. I’m pretty sure that these calls are recorded so maybe we should play back the tape.

VZW: I’m so sorry to have said that you didn’t get it, it’s not what I meant.

Me: Well maybe you’re the one who doesn’t get it. Every Verizon employee I’ve seen has the fanciest new something. For someone who has been around as long as you I would think you’d have some sort of privilege.

VZW: Well I can borrow phones of my colleagues.

Me: Hmmm.

Did you know that I can go to AT&T and get a phone for $0 down.

VZW: Well yes but they amortize the cost of the phone over the course of the year.

Me: Of course they do. I GET that. I would expect nothing less. Did you also know that I can get the exact same data plan and iPhone 32GB 5S for the same amount as my as data plan with Verizon?

VZW: No sir.

Me: Did you also know that I could terminate my contract with Verizon for no more than $350 less $10/month for every month I’ve had my existing contract?

VZW: Yes sir.

Me: So at this moment you can sell me an iPhone 32GB 5S for $299 and I can continue to pay $122 a month or I can part ways tomorrow to go with AT&T and spend $117 a month with no money down and actually save $49 plus $5 a month as opposed to buying a phone from Verizon for $749 or lets just say in some mythical world with leprechauns and unicorns you sold it to me for $299. So let’s do the math together shall we? $299 + $122 x 12 vs $250 – $5/month.

VZW: But what about the service?

Me: Apparently you don’t get it. Have a good night.

UPDATE:

AT&T set me up with their “Next” plan which I’m told Verizon has something comparable. They signed me up for a new iPhone 5S, a $50 port credit, took my old phone and gave me a credit for $200 and my bill is still less than what it was for Verizon and now I can upgrade annually. Not quite on pace with technology but as it is I like to give the technology some time to work out the kinks. So I am a very happy customer.

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Jul
19

Thank you, Mr. President

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Today was a seminal moment in history. Not since the Civil Rights Movement has this country been forced to look so deeply within itself and discuss race.

Today, the President of the United States used the office’s daily press briefing to make a surprise appearance to discuss what no one really wants to talk about. Race. He very candidly talked about his personal experiences with being a victim of racism and that it is a shared experience.

I rarely talk about my personal experiences with racism. Why? Because it hurts. It’s a constant reminder of inequities suffered. For years.

I rarely use this forum to talk about personal experiences that may be deemed political but I thought today I could add an exclamation point to the President’s thoughtful words. So I will write explicitly about my personal experiences. The only one I will leave off the table is what my ex-wife and I experienced with her own family when we were courting and would ultimately get married. My ex-wife’s family are tremendous people with considerable intellect and faith and were able to examine their attitudes from within and actually change their mindset and their beliefs. The same people who once said “But what about the kids” are now the most doting grandparents on the planet of two lovely mixed-race little girls (perhaps next to my Mom).

Keep in mind that I grew up with all the privilege imaginable. I did not want for anything. I spent all with the exception of about 30 seconds of my academic career in prestigious private schools. I was afforded everything. Yacht clubs, tennis lessons, ski trips, you name it. Through genetic lottery I was born to an exceptional family on both sides who were trailblazers in fields such as architecture, politics, civil rights and academia. But none of that matters because I was all too often judged not by the content of my character but solely by the color of my skin.

The first moment for me where I really experienced the most explicit racism was when I was 15 years old. I spent the summers on the Cape with my Dad and grandparents. That summer I was working in Buildings & Grounds for the Cape Cod & Hyannis Railroad. It was then solely a tourist attraction. For years the Railroad had leased property from a neighboring business owner for parking. However the summer that I began working there, the government owned a closer good bit of property and sold it to the Railroad for a relative steal so long as the Railroad would take responsibility for clearing the land and creating sufficient entrance and egress. That was a part of my job, a job in which I would literally learn how to get my hands dirty.

One day, I noticed a nice Golden Retriever seeking solace from the heat underneath one of the cars parked on our property. Knowing a train was due back I tried to coax the dog out from underneath the car not wanting him to get run over. While I was lying on my stomach in the dirt trying to convince this dog to come out I hear behind me, “Hey Nigger! Get away from my dog! What are you doing, blackie?” I stood up to see a man who was clearly irate and reddened with anger. I tried to explain that I was trying to get his dog to come out because I didn’t want him to get run over when the man, still incensed took a swing at me. He missed, dragged his dog angrily by his collar and put him in his car, got in and then proceeded to try and run me over. My boss was in the B&G office not 10 yards away and called the police. The man as it turns out was the neighboring business owner who had lost the lease for parking. The police came and took my statement and asked if I wanted to file criminal charges to which being very scared I said no. Later I would be called by the district attorney’s office and asked to press civil charges. This would require me mid-school year going back to the Cape to stand before a Barnstable County Court judge and re-tell the events of that day in which I would be literally bullied by the defense attorney. A grown man, yelling at a 15 year old boy trying to get me to screw up while sitting in a witness chair. Everyone I worked with stood by my side while the man was pronounced guilty and sentenced to community service work with African American boys in the inner-city in Boston and was also requested to write a paper on what it meant to violate someone’s civil rights.

As my mother alluded to in a Facebook post, I was often followed in Bloomingdale’s by security as I wandered the store on the way to my step-father’s office who was the VP of Public Affairs.

I remember once being at my mother’s office on 9 West 57th Street when she was a corporate executive at Avon. It was across the street from Scandinavian Ski & Sports. I was getting ready for a ski trip and needed something. My mother gave me her gold Amex card and a note and phone number to call if there were any questions. I walked across the street and was immediately profiled. Keep in mind I was dressed in my school wear which was a crested blue blazer, khaki’s, dress shirt and tie and boat shoes. I chose whatever it was I needed and headed to the cashier. I handed them the credit card and note (this was a common practice among my peers). I was denied sale and sent on my way. Sheepishly I went back to my Mom’s office and told her what happened. It took her all of .02 seconds to storm across the street and give her a piece of her mind and loudly.

I recall working at Puritan Clothing on Cape Cod at the Hyannis Mall. I had to dress in dress pants or khakis, loafers, dress shirt and tie. I asked a gentleman if he needed help and was given a host of racial epithets for what I don’t know. My boss and mentor, Kerry Marchant, the man who taught me what customer service looked like let the gentleman find some items to purchase and told me to wait out of view in the tailor’s area near the register. The gentleman handed Kerry his Puritan charge card. At which point Kerry cut it in half kindly asked the gentleman to leave and that he was no longer welcome at any of the Puritan stores.

I can’t tell you how many cabs have passed me by both in NYC and Boston between the 80’s and 90’s to the point it became laughable. It was a running joke among my numerous caucasian friends who would have me hide behind a car while they hailed a cab. Funny, up to a point.

My friends unfortunately had to bear witness to even more explicit racism.

Driving down Main Street with my friend Jason in Waterville, Maine, he had the sunroof open. “NIGGER!” was shouted from an open window above. Not a pleasant experience for Jason. I was used to it.

Shortly after college I was with a whole host of my buddies. I’ve typically been the only black person in a room. In this instance we were in Woods Hole where my friend Jay was doing graduate work. His apartment neighbored a strip of buildings with various small businesses in them. It was an overcast day and being young and dumb we decided we would start drinking early while playing wiffle ball in the completely empty parking lot. The parking lot abutted a wooded area where all of my friends would “relieve” themselves. This was all fine and dandy until I did it. When we heard from behind us, “Hey blackie… Nigger! You can’t do that there!” At which point all of my friends (all Caucasian) turned and angrily approached the man. Him being fearful retreated inside and called the police. I took the time to tell all of my friends when the police arrived that I would do the talking. My friends were extraordinarily angry. I met the police and explained what we were doing and what had happened and said that my friends were just looking out for me. The police were very empathetic and explained that they told me that we needed to bring the party inside and that they would advise this gentleman that should he like to press charges against my friends and me that they would advise me to press civil rights charges against him. The matter went away.

When my ex-wife and I were dating we were walking with friends on our to some establishment near the Boston Garden. One of the friends we were with was a friend Joe who’s white and stands about 6’4”. It didn’t stop a group of white men we walked past to call me a nigger. Joe and I almost got into it with them but cooler heads prevailed thankfully to the female influence that accompanied us.

I’ve been denied opportunities for jobs, profiled, followed, told that there were no tables available. Every example the President cited, happens. All on the basis of race.

So when the President talks about shared “…experiences that don’t go away.” He’s speaks the truth.

As I author this blog post my good friend and high school classmate Dexter, posted this on Facebook.

“While I find nothing remarkable about what Obama said today (because I have lived it every day of my life), It never ceases to floor me that I’ve gotten the chance in my lifetime to see a President that looks like me, speak about something meaningful in my life from my perspective. I love this man… Ladies, you’re next (let’s hope).”

I know every one of my African American friends (both male and female) have all of their own stories. The culmination of them all if you put them all together would make me very sad. However one thing to notice about my experiences very often is that I had friends or colleagues who came to my defense, who shared in my experiences and sought to understand. I never asked them to fight my fight they simply stepped up when the time came with little regard for themselves. I am perpetually thankful for the love and support of my friends and past colleagues.

I’m personally thankful for his attempt today to start and navigate the conversation.

I implore anyone and everyone to read a book called “Whistling Vivaldi” by Claude Steele. It offers incredible (and scientific) insight into the phenomenon and perceptions of how we as humans address difference be that with race, gender or sexuality and how we might correct our feelings and behavior.

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When I was in college my senior year I took a class called Female Experience in America. It was taught by one of those professors who leave an indelible stamp on your life. Her name was Phyliss Mannochi.

This was a class which at the time was 12 men and 24 women. We were clearly outnumbered. But the stamp that the class would leave on us all in large part I would argue made us in part the people who we are today.

In this class we were charged with selecting six social ills which plagued our society at the time. We began this process by writing down all the social ills we could think of on a blackboard. We came up with about 150. We narrowed it down to things like “Prostitution in Rural America”, “Date Rape on College Campuses”, “Interracial Relationships” (not a social ill but how people treated couples/families certainly was, and notably “How Women were Portrayed in Disney Films”. We would then create 10-15 minute narratives/documentaries about the issues. Everyone in the class was divided into groups to represent whatever issue we felt most passionate about.

This class exposed every fiber of our beings. I had never been so exposed and personal with classmates and I’m lifelong friends with people from that class as a result. It was powerful stuff for people who were barely young adults but probably the most necessary class before setting us out into the cruel world far away from the sacrosanct Mayflower Hill.

My fellow classmates and I poured everything into this class. At one point a student went to another professor for another class to ask for an extension on a paper. As she explained her case she said “It’s just this Female Experence…” The male professor granted her extension presuming she meant something completely different.

But it was amazing. Students truly poured their heart and souls into these labors of love. They conducted interviews with real people. They became “60 Minutes” correspondents and every student was changed as a result.

The class would culminate in a showing of the documentaries over a couple of nights to whomever could fit in the largest auditorium at the time. The documentaries were all excellent and heart wrenching. If Kleenex were smart they’d sponsor the class. The investment would pay off in two nights.

There is one documentary that stuck out in my mind. And it’s the “Women as Portrayed in Disney Films.” One of the members of the group happens to be my best friend who’s now a legit producer in Hollywood. Apparently he learned something. In any event, because we went to such a prestigious institution the fact that someone was a degree, maybe two of separation from Michael Eisner probably shouldn’t be surprising. But leave it to these guys to get a phone interview with the guy. At the time he ran that little institution known as Disney.

Now obviously if you look at the history of Disney animated films, the protagonist women are statistically presented as…

White
Princesses
Beautiful
Sweet
Kind
Subservient
… and always win the Prince in the end.

The villainess was generally…

Ugly
Unsightly
Mean
Greedy
… and always lost.

So they got Michael Eisner on the phone and he said this, “I don’t believe I see the role of women changing in Disney Films.” Heartbreaking. Keep in mind, Brandi Chastain hadn’t happened yet.

Here’s the thing… I think Eisner was flat out wrong. As wrong as he was about challenging Jonny Depp as to how Jonny wanted to play his character in Pirates of the Caribbean.

I think this because of a film I watched with my kids the other day which was actually a precursor to so many other films. This film is “Bedknobs and Broomsticks”. It starred Angela Lansbury. She played a witch. Or a witch in training. It’s a wonderful film and I highly recommend it. What I realized about this film is that this was Walt’s vision. Consider the scene “Portobello Road”. It’s a scene in which diversity is on parade. Then that got me to think about the protagonist of the film. Angela Lansbury was attractive but single and decidedly middle aged. But she helped turn the war (not factual obviously) but in our hearts. She was the strength of the film.

And it got me to think of Mary Poppins. The character in and of herself in the film but the mother who led the women’s suffrage movement which made me think about the scene at the bank which wasn’t just about the son having a bank account, but the daughter as well.

I think Walt had a lot more in mind for our world. And it was lovely and inclusive of all.

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Jun
24

Has Apple lost its mojo?

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A good friend of mine recently posted this to his Facebook page along with a video of one Apple’s most recent ads which aired during the NHL playoffs.

“I like using my various Mac products, but sorry Apple, it is not a transcendent spiritual experience.”

I couldn’t have asked for a better entry to this post if I tried.

This post will be about why I think Apple’s most recent advertising effort might actually do the exact opposite of what it’s  intended to do.

I have two sets of people I talk to about the business I’m in. I have the people in my business and then I have the people whom are not.

The people in my business and myself can wax poetic all day and play devil’s advocate to one another and nudge and tweak and cajole each other into a frenzy.

The people not in my business which is most of my friends in general have uninformed opinions about marketing which are usually far more complicated than they need to be. And they chalk their opinions up to this simple little statement with a laugh… “Well I guess I’m not the target audience, right Bolesy?”

Little do they know that the dirty little secret about marketing (as a whole) is that it’s not rocket science but they’re convinced there is a little black box and that’s how we came up with whatever idea it was to try to sell you something.

Don’t tell but here’s the truth… The best marketers I’ve ever known are broadly smart, tremendous observers of culture and highly intuitive. They usually start out with a hypothesis and set out to prove they’re right. The really good marketers sell it before they know they’re actually right.

Lately I’ve had the peanut gallery asking me about Apple’s latest round of advertising and they’re complaining that it’s “nice and all” but it’s not really “cool” or “fun”.

This is where my professor hat goes on. Or my dunce hat. That’s up for you to decide.

So here’s my explanation for Apple’s most recent efforts.

Probably the greatest percentage of my friends are in the financial services business. This is an important fact as it relates to target audience.

Apple’s advertising over the course of the past few years has been focused on “stuff”. Specifically new colorful Shuffles, Macs versus PCs, iPads, iPad minis, iPhones and so forth. Ads like this get to be really fun because they have to “cut through the clutter” and have to motivate you to buy something. It has to differentiate the product from the mainstream and really show why Apple’s products are inherently better. And it has to live up to the essence of the brand.

The essence of a brand is a singular thing that the brand basically lives by. Not all brands by the way have an “essence”.

I would argue that Apple has an essence. Samsung does not. This is an important point as it relates directly to innovation.

Apple has done an exceptional job at this over the past several years. At one point Apple held the dubious distinction of having some 60% of their revenue being driven by products that didn’t exist within three years prior. As in like they weren’t even categories yet. Drink this in… because it’s an astounding fact and it went against a down economy. Apple got people to buy things that people didn’t even really need, nor could they necessarily afford.

But then something happened. Well, a series of things happened.

1) The rest of the market caught up.

2) The rest of the market took what was good and arguably made things better.

3) Apple got caught a little bit behind.

4) Apple’s manufacturing practices were called into question.

5) The same thing that was a thorn in Microsoft’s side (Mac vs PC) became a thorn in Apple’s side (Samsung Galaxy vs iPhone)

6) Investors/Shareholders doubting Apple’s ability to be able to continue to innovate especially with the absence of Steve Jobs.

Part of this is where we get into the VHS vs BetaMax debate.

For those unaware of this it’s simple: To license or not to license

Way back when, Betamax by Sony was the better technology for watching movies. Sony however refused to license the technology. Along came the Victor Company of Japan which created the Video Home System (VHS). They in turn licensed the technology to any and every electronics company around. It was a hell of a lot cheaper and comparably good enough. This was a seminal moment. It changed the film industry (especially the porn industry), electronics, technology and created categories such as video rental stores. Hello Blockbuster.

So here we are again in this epic battle of open (Google Droid) versus closed (Apple).

Now I can go into much greater detail about all of this but conceptually you just have to get it. At some point I have to get back to the point of this blog post. And that is why Apple’s most recent advertising effort is just, well, meh.  And why that’s not really a good thing.

For my friend’s in the financial services business, you ARE the target audience. The most recent ads are what we in our business call “shareholder” ads. They are “brand” ads. They belong on Sunday morning shows or golf or 60 Minutes. They are not product ads. They don’t have the luxury of being overly hip, or fun, or cool. They need to inspire investor confidence that the company understands who they are as a company and that they are more than foundationally competent to repeat the performance that enabled them to be one the cash richest companies on the planet and as such investor darlings. Some of these ads are brilliant, inspiring and make you feel good. Unfortunately the best of the bunch see far less airtime and rest on hopes of the sharing of a meme that makes you feel good about the iPhone you might have just bought.

Who remember’s the key thing that English teachers told you about creative writing? What did they say over and over? Show don’t tell.

That is what made Apple. The proof was always in the pudding. ALWAYS. Their ads in turn showed the pudding. Unfortunately their most recent ads tell and don’t show. And this goes against Apple’s brand essence. This is an important point.

And now everyone else is showing and not telling. And doing it well I might add. Note this campaign which is really pretty clever.

People question how much more Apple can innovate in the near term given that we’d be hard pressed to better improve upon the hardware and now so much is dedicated to software/app development. What the Samsung’s of the market have proven is that they can satisfactorily match the hardware experience and what Google is setting out to prove is that it can better the technology experience by allowing innovation to live in the open.

So the overwhelming question is that given hardware has essentially become an equal playing field, has Apple lost its mojo?

Open or closed?

 

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I always wonder about writing from anger. In general it’s not a good place to write from. Writing from anger means that you’re taking a hard line stance. Stating a very fervent opinion. Often this is polarizing.

But are there times when it’s good and healthy. And then perhaps there are times when it’s necessary.

This isn’t necessarily how I wanted to begin to revisit my blog but alas it’s a blog that as stated is about culture and what I’m noticing about culture these days is pretty reprehensible.

Here is what I wonder… Is it possible that there has been such a confluence of events in which we as a nation have thought we’ve progressed so much but in actuality we’ve regressed to Pre-Civil Rights era times?

Over the past several weeks I’ve noticed a degree of frighteningly and racially charged statements and commentary from a myriad of sources.

There was the backlash about the comments from a dated interview with the Abercrombie Fitch CEO about body image. The blogger who largely exposed that story neglected to mention that A&F several years before settled a class action suit for $50M in which they admitted to designating minorities to back-room positions. Should the CEO’s comments about body image have been a surprise?

There was the viral undercover video from ABC’s show “What Would You Do?” of three individuals each filmed while trying “steal” a bike. There was a young white male, then a young African-American male (both dressed similarly) and lastly a young attractive blonde woman. No one contested the young white male even when he admitted he was stealing the bike. Almost everyone contested the young black male and one called the police with one going so far as to take his “tools”. With the attractive young white woman… people offered to help cut the bike free. Profiling much?

Then there was Sergio with his comment about serving Tiger Woods fried chicken for dinner.

And most recently there’s Paula Deen.

Oh, Paula Paula Paula.

I’m sure you’ve heard about her most recent deposition statements stemming from a lawsuit in which she admittedly uses the N-word freely and makes racist and anti-semitic jokes and hatched a plan to host a dinner in which they would be served by African-Americans dressed as slaves. And then today Paula who agreed to an interview with Matt Lauer on the TODAY Show failed to show. Perhaps someone informed Paula, that the slaves were freed December 18, 1865. At least on paper.

And what I don’t understand even further is the support for Paula Deen on the Food Network’s Facebook page which may in fact be a minority of people but a loud bunch. Kudos to The Food Network for not renewing Deen’s contract.

But then again I don’t understand the support for Sergio Garcia either.

For both Deen and Garcia these are comments which apparently so easily were/are at the forefront of their minds and so easily roll off their respective tongues.

Apologies seem to be a means not saving their own personal grace or to be truly sincere towards those they might have hurt for that matter but really a means to save their bank accounts.

So what was the confluence of events that has led to what is a seemingly festering culture of racism?

And what is it that suddenly enables certain people to have a level of comfort with feelings that are clearly so divisive? My guess is that it was the election of the President of the United States of America and partisan politics.

On the one hand the election of the first African-American President in our nation’s short history in theory symbolized how far we had come from when men were unleashing dogs and fire hoses on innocent human beings. Which at least one person understands that in geologic time frames was basically like yesterday.

But on the other hand is it possible that one moment in time brought forth feelings that had been simmering beneath the surface for those who simply haven’t made it past race and culture.

Is it possible that one moment during a State of the Union address where Rep Joe Wilson felt comfortable enough to disrespect not only the President but the very office of the President indicative of what certain people really feel about race and culture? And is it possible that as partisan politics continues to rage and common decency, respect and discourse seems to elude us do people’s true colors begin to show? Has the perception of acceptable behavior at the highest level given people permission to air their feelings no matter how hurtful or disrespectful?

There is a quote that a friend of mine once shared with me and I’ll do my best to paraphrase it but it essentially says that so as our leaders do, we are then comfortable to do.

In other words perhaps partisan politics cuts deeper than we think to reveal ugly ugly truths.

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A friend and colleague recently posted the Nike spot titled Courage to his Pinterest page. It got me to thinking about Nike and the art of the montage spot.

Nike and advertising are basically synonymous.

Advertising and montages can be considered synonymous too.

However, good advertising montages are another story. They are typically an anthem spot with a familiar celebrity’s voiceover trying to talk about how whatever company is so valuable or how valuable you are to whatever company.

The reality is most of these spots suck.

Unless you’re Nike. And then you get guys like me paying homage to W+K and Nike for their omnipresent greatness and ability to so consistently create great montage spots that deliver on the brand promise and make me want to “Just Do It.”

With that, I deliver my top six favorite Nike montage spots.

“GREATNESS”

“BEFORE”
For anyone who has played competitive sports, you know everything about this moment.

“COUNT”
This is for the new Nike Fuel band. I’ll be taking the stairs from now on, thanks.

“COURAGE”
This just might make you believe that there’s an athlete in all of us.

“BETTER”
My better is better than your better. Yes, Ladainian that would be correct. One commercial would vault Saul Williams into the public spotlight and end up being a favorite workout song on everyone’s iPods.

“PIANO”
This spot gives me goosebumps every single time. Without fail. It speaks to the elegance of sport and I love it.

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Nov
29

Jinx, I owe you a soda?

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The other day my 8 year old daughter and I said something at the exact same moment. She laughed and said “Jinx, I owe you a soda.”

I laughed but then thought, wait, “Isn’t it supposed to be, jinx buy me a Coke?”

Is this an uh oh, moment for Coca-Cola? Is there a cultural shift going on right now among my children’s generation where generally middle class parents are less likely to feed their children fast food, soda and sugary fruit drinks. Where we actively buy things that at the very least don’t have high-fructose corn syrup or are organic.

The mere fact that the Corn Refiners Association has a commercial campaign attempting to legitimize high-fructose corn syrup with the line “sugar is sugar” should be telling enough.

Perhaps even more frightening for Coke is when your name starts to slip from the lexicon of an innocent multi-generational game played among kids.

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In any sort of filmed medium there’s this thing known as “continuity.” This is when for example you see a scene with a glass of water that is half full. Pan away and pan back and the glass is full. Or there’s a painting on a wall in one shot and it’s not there in another.

This means that scenes were edited from different takes and no one paid attention.

For film buffs, it’s well known that Spielberg could give a rat’s ass about continuity. He argues that if you notice whether or not a glass is full or empty means he’s done a lousy job making a film.

I would argue that in this way Steve Jobs shared this trait with Steven Spielberg although he may not have known it.

Take the iPad for example. When it came out people complained (mostly techies) about it not having Flash. I think Steve Jobs knew that it didn’t inherently matter. Once a user has the device in their hands the overall experience trumps minor flaws.

It’s not to say that we shouldn’t fix mistakes if we can but perhaps not being afraid of a minor flaw in deference to the overall user experience is more important.

Food for thought?

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Nov
21

I’m back!

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Hello bloggersphere. Yes, it’s been quite some time since I’ve penned something here. It was a busy end of summer and for those of you that don’t know I’ve started a new gig as SVP, Director of Account Services/Operations for the advertising agency UniWorld Group. It’s a tremendous opportunity and I’ll share more about that in time.

 

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Jun
27

“Shut The Front Door!”

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The other day I posted a query on Twitter.

The question was, “Will someone please tell me why ‘shut the front door’ is the biggest runaway phrase right now?”

Moments after I sent the tweet, a gentleman replied that he had just heard it on the TV show Castle. And when I replied asked but why has it become so popular and why now?  He replied, “a polite alternative I guess.”

It appears he’s not so off.  To take it a step further, where did it start and why?

The phrase has yet to garner a page on Wikipedia but has earned a place on UrbanDictionary.com as a “more publicly acceptable and FCC-friendly version of  S.T.F.U. originally coined by Buckethead on WJRR Radio” which broadcasts out of Orlando, FL.

I first noticed the phrase from the Oreo Fudge Creams commercial and naturally when writing this post went to YouTube to embed the link (above). The delivery and timing in the Oreo commercial is stellar and the first time I heard it I laughed out loud. But since then the phrase has been in the TV show Castle, the movie Bad Teacher and a host of other TV shows. And of course wouldn’t know it, someone on YouTube has kindly edited together a series of clips of it being said and the enterprising individual is making t-shirts with the phrase.

The phrase is obviously intended to show genuine surprise as the contestant from So You Think You Can Dance legitimately is.  However, now it seems that the phrase has lost its punchline.

I’m still curious though… why has the phrase taken off with such abundance and has it moved into the mainstream lexicon as a “polite alternative?”  Will it stick around for a while or is it already on its way out with its overuse in mainstream media?  What if anything might replace it?

What say you?

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Jun
01

Germs vs The Three R’s

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Watching TV last night and a commercial came on for a Kleenex product. It was a niftily designed box to rest on a towel rack in a bathroom where you might usually keep your fancy cloth towels for people to dry their hands after having washed them.

When I saw the ad and the product, I immediately exclaimed “Why on earth would you need such a product? What a waste! So much for the environment.” Kate would point out that unfortunately we’re at this perfect intersection of having created a virtually irrational fear of germs which goes completely against trying to protect the environment.

She’s right.

From salmonella to swine flu to stomach bugs we’ve become germophobes and in our ever so growing consumption economy far be it from products like Kleenex to Lysol to Purell to not take advantage.

As if to emphasize the point further, when did a sanitary wipe stand become the official “greeter” at the grocery store? Anything we’ve done as far as bringing our own bags to the grocery store has likely been offset by sanitary wipes.

So who wins in this battle between germs and reduce, re-use, recycle?

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Apr
22

Pink Toenails

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I’m channel surfing last night and despite about a thousand channels to choose from, not much is on.

I settle on The Daily Show despite the fact that I was fairly certain that it might depress me. Anything to do with “news” these days seems to be inherently depressing. Even making fun of the news.

Well wouldn’t you know it but The Daily Show would deliver.

Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate Jon Stewart and all he does to expose the buffoonery that our news media outlets have become and for calling them to the carpet on this little gem.

“TOEMAGEDDON 2011: This Little Piggy Went to Hell” is what this would be dubbed.

The creative director for J. Crew, Jenna Lyons is pictured in an ad with her five year old son, Beckett. The moment seems candid and sweet as the two look lovingly at one another nose to nose. Nothing like a little childhood innocence right? Oh and in the ad, he has his toenails painted pink.

Well that is to say until it hits the media airwaves and turns into this statement of a woman trying confuse her son’s gender identity.

Seriously? WTF is wrong with us?

I have two daughters. They play outside. They get dirty. They dress like princesses. They paint their toenails and fingernails. They also have been known to paint Daddy’s.

Wait. Stop the presses. Get GMA, CNN, the Today Show and FOX news parked outside of my house. OMG, he lets his daughters paint his toes. Oh the humanity. They’ll forever be confused about gender roles because I let them paint my toes and even wore the nail polish out in public. WITH FLIP FLOPS.

Oh dear God. Wait. Now I’m confused. I’m not sure whether to stand or sit to take a leak.

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We have Verizon Fios as our “cable” provider and there are a myriad of channels to choose from. About a tenth of them I care about.

One of the one’s I don’t really care about is Wealth TV. But nevertheless I found myself watching it one night and I got to thinking… “Do wealthy people actually watch Wealth TV?”

If you go to Wealth TVs web site and peruse their media kit they would try to have you believe that in fact wealthy people do watch Wealth TV. They would have you believe that they are highly educated people who make over “$100,000 dollars a year and have a high household value and are high spenders with elite buying power.” They claim that the typical Wealth TV viewer is “50% more likely to be affluent empty nesters than the national average.”

Pardon, me, but I’m not buying it. Saying it does not make it so.

First of all let’s think about how you define financial wealth. In my mind, someone who is truly financially wealthy basically has what I like to call “fuck-you” money. I’m not even close to wealthy. I like Chris Rock’s definition of wealthy…

“Shaq is rich. The white man that signs his check, is wealthy.”

I once sat on a on a plane next to the guy who founded and owned Body Glove You might recall the neon laden surf brand from the mid 1980s. He sold it for a boatload of money just before neon fad bit the dust. We had a good conversation and he told me something that has stuck with me to this day. He said, “I didn’t make my money off the 200,000 or so core surfers. I made my money off the five million or so wannabes.” Smart guy.

Why doesn’t Wealth TV call a spade a spade and say who their real audience is. It’s the wealthy wannabes. Now that would be some truth in advertising.

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