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It seems everyone today sings from the same hymn and hyr books.

When I was a young man and had hung up my baseball spikes for good, I replaced them with runners' shoes.

Living as I do now in New England is very different from having grown up in New York.

In a time of universal techno-hypnosis, believing in the human brain is a revolutionary act.

There's a phrase I learned from having spent more time than I wish I had in direct marketing.

Oh, Fukaduk.

One of the worst things about the human species is that it seems each human born is born with a relatively empty hard-drive.

Today is Yom Kippur.

When you're a ball player, no matter what kind of ball, from bowling to ping-pong to golf to basketball to baseball to badminton whatever, there are two ways to deal with a slump.

You can read the above here.

For whatever reason, maybe it was the fourteen-days of day-rate (reduced) I just got from [large agency], the phrase "milling cove," popped into my head last night and I couldn't quite get it out.

Bubbles.

If you've been at all engaged with the Odyssey beyond Christopher Nolan's blockbuster movie, from it you can learn a lot of things about life.

There's a seaside walk that starts or ends at my seaside cottage on the Gingham Coast that is, I believe, one of the great walks in all the world.

For reasons too personal and too numerous to delineate, I've been dealing with a ferocious Black Dog for about a week-and-a-half.

If you've been reading in this space for any appreciable period of time since I've started writing here in 2007, you've been urged by me to read George Orwell's seminal 1946 essay "Politics and the English Language."

I haven't yet seen Christopher Nolan's new movie rendition of the Odyssey, so I don't know when or if the island of the Lotus-Eaters made the final cut, or if, because falling asleep and being afflicted with ennui ain't necessarily cinematic, it wound up…

(Today is an amerikkkan holiday called Labor Day.

I only ever took one writing class in my life, and that one was only sixty minutes long, and I was fifteen at the time.

At Jewell Ridge you got paid in scrip.

Just now, I noticed something in both the Wall Street Journal and the New York Times about the Metropolitan Museum in New York canceling its John Galliano-heralding fashion-gala.

The great journalist Molly Ivins, political commentator and, most of all wit, once wrote about George W.

My wife L and I had through the years generally managed to get away for the week between Christmas and New Year's, usually to someplace warm and melanoma-y.

My wife, L, believes there is something called "the perfect Friday post" and that I have it in me to write such a post.

In a single word much of the LinkedIn-centric universe has accentuated its own narcissism and maniacal self-absorption.

The great Dave Trott, an English ad person who’s done some of my favorite commercials and ads ever, including what I consider the best beer commercials ever done, often talks about getting upstream to answer a creative problem.

Forgive me for this one.

One of the most horrid things about the ones and zeroes that speak to you these days is the way they adapt “colonial” attitudes and speak to us as if they are one of us.

Faith, at least in my strangled neck of the woods, was always hard to come by.

I noticed something a few moments ago as I was having a cheese omelet on a stale onion roll for lunch.

Since Covid covered New York six-and-a-half years ago, and my wife and I packed a bag each (and two or three bags for our eight-year-old golden retriever, Whiskey) we have turned our ramshackle pile of seaside boards scattered willy-nilly along the rocky…

I often think of myself as a can of soup.

Last week, you couldn’t spit without hitting about 97,000 posts on LinkedIn and the bought-and-paid-for trade press about last week’s most important advertising topic.

Back about twenty years ago, someone had passed me a counterfeit ten-dollar bill.

Over the last couple of weeks, WPP’s stock has risen considerably.

It’s Sunday morning as I type this.

About 15 years ago when I went back to Ogilvy to help run the IBM account, I came to the realization that while a lot of people jabber on and on about technology, very few people understand what technology actually does or how it actually works.

As we head into the midterm elections, I can’t help but thinking there is too much lee-way in the world.