Coming out of school as newly minted designers, we often aspire to the heights of master craftsmanship. We envision ourselves creating expertly designed, meticulously implemented products that inspire awe with their beauty, artistry, and execution.
Then the real world promptly smacks us in the face.
Am I a better writer or a better friend? Just something I’ve contemplated lately (and then contemplated whether it was even worth contemplating, but… here we are). Looking back at my first handful of months as a freelancer, it’s clear I’ve been granted the majority of my opportunities by friends. Some directly and some indirectly. I guess 25 years in the Minneapolis advertising market has a way of getting you all networked up. Unlike others [Read More]
Since my last post earlier this summer, I’d gotten busy. Real busy. So busy that I actually had to say ‘no’ a couple times. And if you know me at all, you know I don’t ever like doing that. It’s just not in my DNA, or if it is, it refuses to play nice with the other strands. So if I do say ‘no’ to a request, know I’m simply not physically able to do it, I haven’t the slightest idea how to do it, or that my wife says I’m not allowed to do it.
In an effort to make his own positive difference, Chris Preston, principal and creative director at Minneapolis-based marketing agency Preston Kelly, is reaching out to the political candidates vying for election in the mid-terms with an open letter arguing for the effects of positivity.
I’m a Christian. My younger brother is a gay man. If you pay attention to current events and trends, you know that these two demographics haven’t always gotten along (which is unfortunate). Sometimes the LGBTQ community and the Christian community have even been at odds with one another. This theme of conflict between the LGBTQ and Christian communities arises in the first episode of the 9th sea[Read More]
After 23 years in the advertising business, for the first time ever, I’m doing Ramadan a bit more on my terms. In the past, as I’ve fasted from food and drink from dawn to sunset every day for a month, I’ve had to endure a litany of agency barbecues, client meeting pizza leftovers, and “donuts in the kitchen!” It’s like free food just knows when Muslims are doing Ramadan. Now, on my ever-more-flexible freelance schedule, I find myself sleeping in a wee bit later, not around the of[Read More]
After just 30 days of being out on my own, untethered by the too-fast-or-too-slow-moving agency clock, I find myself in a highly unfamiliar position. It’s 11:27 am and I’m home, lounging on my living room sofa, writing this piece. It’s neither billable nor due at any particular time. So weird. I’m either caught up with all my work or I don’t have any work to be caught up on. Glass half empty or half full, it’s an unsettling feeling.