Eeps!
Its been almost a full week since I posted here.
Never fear, its a been a roller coaster ride this week, full of emotions, but I'm learning my ways around afternoons filled with sitting at cafes, sipping lattes, writing emails and working on my portfolio. Recession 2k9, will not get the best of me, that I can guarantee.
rar.
February 27, 2009
February 23, 2009
writing 2.23.09
First, I want to say thank you to all of the emails, phone calls, texts and in-person love I've gotten from friends, family, colleagues, old coworkers and the like. I appreciate your kind words understand and encouraging sentiments more than I could ever possibly begin to express. I truly am fortunate that I have so many people that care, so thank you. All of you.
That said, operation "get me a new gig" is in full gear. Today was spent making lists, sending emails, calling contacts, texting my favorite partner asking her how life is like back at my former home and time spent looking at my portfolio and wondering "are you good enough to be in here". But, on the bright side at least I got to go running this morning without the pressure of being into work at a certain time.
Tomorrow, I'm hoping to have my camera in hand to capture my new work environment, other characters I'll be meeting and working with that are also victims of Recession 2k9, and the life of an unemployed copywriter. Stay tuned, it should be exciting.
That said, operation "get me a new gig" is in full gear. Today was spent making lists, sending emails, calling contacts, texting my favorite partner asking her how life is like back at my former home and time spent looking at my portfolio and wondering "are you good enough to be in here". But, on the bright side at least I got to go running this morning without the pressure of being into work at a certain time.
Tomorrow, I'm hoping to have my camera in hand to capture my new work environment, other characters I'll be meeting and working with that are also victims of Recession 2k9, and the life of an unemployed copywriter. Stay tuned, it should be exciting.
February 20, 2009
will write for food 2.20.09
Dear Recession,
I knew you were a meanie,but srsly did you have to take my job?
That's just cruel.
Confused and in need of bread monies,
Salina
p.s.
If you're in advertising, or need a writer of any sort email me, I need work:
salina.cole@gmail.com
Proof that I know what I'm doing,here.
I knew you were a meanie,but srsly did you have to take my job?
That's just cruel.
Confused and in need of bread monies,
Salina
p.s.
If you're in advertising, or need a writer of any sort email me, I need work:
salina.cole@gmail.com
Proof that I know what I'm doing,here.
February 19, 2009
writing 2.18.09
Wabi-Sabi.
It represents a comprehensive Japanese world view or aesthetic centered on the acceptance of transience. The phrase comes from two words: wabi and sabi.
The aesthetic is sometimes described as one of beauty that is imperfect, impermanent and incomplete. It nurtures all that is authentic by acknowledging three simple realities:
Nothing lasts.
Nothing is finished.
Nothing is perfect.
Wabi-Sabi improves with age and wear. Like modernism, it loves simplicity and functionality. Unlike modernism's geometric boxes it is round and open like a bowl.
I found this via my friend Luke's tumblr, and I think that if the Wabi-Sabi mentality was accepted by more creatives, we'd all be much happier with the agency process.
In fact, Wabi-Sabi should be our mantra.
Wabi-Sabi is our happy place when the "perfect" spot gets killed, or they want a bigger logo or a more "retail-shaped" message.
Wabi-Sabi.
Say it with me:
Nothing lasts.
Nothing is perfect.
Nothing is finished.
Wabi-Sabi.
Its just (gasp)advertising.
So account people, if you hear me saying Wabi-Sabi under my breath when you come by, I'm not cursing at you in Japanese, I'm just burrowing into my happy place as you kill/molest my baby, because: nothing lasts, nothing is perfect and nothing is finished - and that's okay.
It represents a comprehensive Japanese world view or aesthetic centered on the acceptance of transience. The phrase comes from two words: wabi and sabi.
The aesthetic is sometimes described as one of beauty that is imperfect, impermanent and incomplete. It nurtures all that is authentic by acknowledging three simple realities:
Nothing lasts.
Nothing is finished.
Nothing is perfect.
Wabi-Sabi improves with age and wear. Like modernism, it loves simplicity and functionality. Unlike modernism's geometric boxes it is round and open like a bowl.
I found this via my friend Luke's tumblr, and I think that if the Wabi-Sabi mentality was accepted by more creatives, we'd all be much happier with the agency process.
In fact, Wabi-Sabi should be our mantra.
Wabi-Sabi is our happy place when the "perfect" spot gets killed, or they want a bigger logo or a more "retail-shaped" message.
Wabi-Sabi.
Say it with me:
Nothing lasts.
Nothing is perfect.
Nothing is finished.
Wabi-Sabi.
Its just (gasp)advertising.
So account people, if you hear me saying Wabi-Sabi under my breath when you come by, I'm not cursing at you in Japanese, I'm just burrowing into my happy place as you kill/molest my baby, because: nothing lasts, nothing is perfect and nothing is finished - and that's okay.
February 17, 2009
writing 2.17.09
Being a lady, and an avid water drinker, I tend to spend more than my fair share of time in our (horrible) bathroom at work. I’ve taken to doing a little census of the bathrooms up in these parts, and I’m pretty sure the bathroom closest to my desk is the worst in the whole agency. We don’t have complimentary mouthwash or lotion like the one on 16, a seat in the sitting room portion of the bathroom like the one on 10, or flowers like the one on 9. I know all this might sound trite and trivial, but when you spend 10-14 hours a day at work, a bad bathroom experience takes its toll.
For instance, we have signs on the back of our stall doors that say verbatim: If you sprinkle when you tinkle, be a sweetie and wipe the seatie.
If that sentiment alone doesn’t grate against you like a thousand nails on a chalk board let me go on to say that this bathroom is always peppered with the smells I can only imagine would be more at home in the high school mens room. And the toilet paper situation is either one of the two: scarce like jobs in advertising, or overflowing and on the floor looking like crepe paper after a high school dance in the 50s– there is never an in between. Ever.
So, now that I’ve painted a picture for you, imagine my delight today when I walked into a bathroom that was full for all but two stalls. I walked to the handicap one (its roomier, ya know) walked in, went to close the door and realized there was NO door there! I instantly fell into a fit of giggles but felt that I had to keep them silent, ‘cause I just don’t feel like a public, work bathroom is the place for a fit of said giggles. I found myself there, gasping for air and an even more urgent need to pee. I made my way across to the other empty stall and literally couldn’t hold in my giggles as a slew of questions came to me: how long has that stall been without a door? Why hadn’t I noticed? What about the handicap people? What are they to do once they make it in through the two (very heavy and locked) doors? Was I the only person that walked in there and THEN realized there was no door? And really, honestly, is this happening?
So after I calmed down, washed my hands and returned to my desk, I relayed this whole story to my art director who didn’t think it was nearly as funny – but come on, its funny – riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight? I mean, the handicap stall is handicapped…I mean its almost as good as a poop joke.
Our bathroom officially wins worst, EVA.
For instance, we have signs on the back of our stall doors that say verbatim: If you sprinkle when you tinkle, be a sweetie and wipe the seatie.
If that sentiment alone doesn’t grate against you like a thousand nails on a chalk board let me go on to say that this bathroom is always peppered with the smells I can only imagine would be more at home in the high school mens room. And the toilet paper situation is either one of the two: scarce like jobs in advertising, or overflowing and on the floor looking like crepe paper after a high school dance in the 50s– there is never an in between. Ever.
So, now that I’ve painted a picture for you, imagine my delight today when I walked into a bathroom that was full for all but two stalls. I walked to the handicap one (its roomier, ya know) walked in, went to close the door and realized there was NO door there! I instantly fell into a fit of giggles but felt that I had to keep them silent, ‘cause I just don’t feel like a public, work bathroom is the place for a fit of said giggles. I found myself there, gasping for air and an even more urgent need to pee. I made my way across to the other empty stall and literally couldn’t hold in my giggles as a slew of questions came to me: how long has that stall been without a door? Why hadn’t I noticed? What about the handicap people? What are they to do once they make it in through the two (very heavy and locked) doors? Was I the only person that walked in there and THEN realized there was no door? And really, honestly, is this happening?
So after I calmed down, washed my hands and returned to my desk, I relayed this whole story to my art director who didn’t think it was nearly as funny – but come on, its funny – riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight? I mean, the handicap stall is handicapped…I mean its almost as good as a poop joke.
Our bathroom officially wins worst, EVA.
February 12, 2009
writing 2.10.09
I've been spying on people when they aren't looking and taking pictures of them working "in action". love it.
February 9, 2009
writing 2.9.09 part deux.
aside from being sick, this band (or at least part) came to play at our agency today.
nothing makes me feel better like a hot Brit.
and yes, that is my famously red Sigg bottle in the shot, ahem.
writing 2.9.09
Today, I'm sicker than a perverts brain...If you hear something that sounds like wet shoes on marble and a cat dying, don't worry, that's just me gasping for air.
February 6, 2009
writing 2.5.09
omg...one of my favorite sounds was 2007 word of the year!!!
why was I *not* informed? ack!
February 4, 2009
writing 2.4.09
Oh today really has slipped past my fingers.
Here I am at 11:30 sitting on my couch surrounded by notebooks and half thoughts anxiously awaiting that “ACH! Yes!!!!!!!” moment.
It hasn’t hit yet. But, I’m optimistic that it’ll come soon enough.
In the meantime, its just me and a the B.I.G. I tell you, the line “papa been smooth since the days of underoos” could be one of the best lines ever written…EVA.
Now to write something that good I gots to get more whiskey in me.
Hasta manana.
Here I am at 11:30 sitting on my couch surrounded by notebooks and half thoughts anxiously awaiting that “ACH! Yes!!!!!!!” moment.
It hasn’t hit yet. But, I’m optimistic that it’ll come soon enough.
In the meantime, its just me and a the B.I.G. I tell you, the line “papa been smooth since the days of underoos” could be one of the best lines ever written…EVA.
Now to write something that good I gots to get more whiskey in me.
Hasta manana.
February 3, 2009
writing 2.3.09
Found out yesterday that one of my favorite art directors is leaving for the Dominican Republic! I am *so* happy for him, but I am *so* going to miss finding shenanigans like this on my desk.
Le sigh.
And, ok people, brace yourselves... I actually kinda, sorta, ok fine...I see it. Happy?
Double sigh.
Writing 25 things about writing. 2.2.09
After the “25 Things” craze that is happening over on facebook, I thought it might be fun to take a look into 25 secret things you might not know about me when it comes to writing. Let the games begin:
1. I was a really bad writer in High School. I got an F on 2 papers my sophomore year, but thanks to my favorite English teacher she let me redo them and those F’s turned into A’s.
2. I knew how to read and write (some important things, like my name) when I was four.
3. I regret not having kept a journal as a child.
4. I am very diligent about keeping a journal now.
5. I often wonder what my family will think of the things I’ve written in my journal after I’m long gone.
6. Six is my favorite number to write.
7. I hate it when people spell words wrong. Especially digitally. Spell check is a godsend, use it!
8. I have words I hate writing. The word “sincerely” tops the list. Most people spell it wrong (see number seven). Also, I feel like whenever it is used at the end of business letters/emails it is in a very formal sense and whatever information came before it probably does not fit the word’s definition of “with genuineness”. ‘Nuff said.
9. I have about 20 half-written short stories that cry and beg for attention whenever I’m at home.
10. Most of the time the cries of previously mentioned short stories go unanswered. Woe is them.
11. When I *do finish a short story, it is lucky if it is read by one other person. For me sharing my personal writing is like showing someone my colon – its a common procedure, but you only go through it a few times in life.
12. When I’m not writing, I spend a lot of time drawing girls with sad eyes and playful hearts. I write stories for these girls…sometimes (see number nine).
13. I have a hard time writing without a beverage at hand.
14. I only listen to ambient music when writing. Lately my favorites have been Amiina, and Crystal Castles.
15. I tap my foot to the beat of whatever I’m listening to while writing. This apparently annoys my co-workers and has become a running joke in the office. I can’t hear them talking about my noise due to my headphones, so they leave me funny notes on my desk that say things like: Just say no to happity-tappity-tappity.
I’m trying to stop.
I swear.
16. I do my best writing in the morning. But, I do my best story concepting in the evening.
17. To me, writing is an art. And, the most beautiful thing about art is that as long as you want to be, you can be an artist. Yay for being an artist!
18. Nobody sends real mail anymore. But I simply adore writing and getting written letters. I have 2 boxes of letters at home. Most of the people I correspond with are older members of my family. I like getting caught up in their history.
19. I have a hard time writing at desks. Tables and floors suit me much better.
20. I’m really glad that I don’t have to write on a real typewriter daily. They’re pretty to look at but make revisions oh so hard.
21. I hate to admit it, but I’m not the best at grammar. Strunk & White will be with me till the end.
22. I don’t think I have the great American novel in me, and I’m totally cool with that.
23. If I ever were to write a book, I’d write it with my Mom.
24. I wish I could write beautifully in German and Spanish.
25. Writing and taking pictures for this blog makes me incredibly happy.
1. I was a really bad writer in High School. I got an F on 2 papers my sophomore year, but thanks to my favorite English teacher she let me redo them and those F’s turned into A’s.
2. I knew how to read and write (some important things, like my name) when I was four.
3. I regret not having kept a journal as a child.
4. I am very diligent about keeping a journal now.
5. I often wonder what my family will think of the things I’ve written in my journal after I’m long gone.
6. Six is my favorite number to write.
7. I hate it when people spell words wrong. Especially digitally. Spell check is a godsend, use it!
8. I have words I hate writing. The word “sincerely” tops the list. Most people spell it wrong (see number seven). Also, I feel like whenever it is used at the end of business letters/emails it is in a very formal sense and whatever information came before it probably does not fit the word’s definition of “with genuineness”. ‘Nuff said.
9. I have about 20 half-written short stories that cry and beg for attention whenever I’m at home.
10. Most of the time the cries of previously mentioned short stories go unanswered. Woe is them.
11. When I *do finish a short story, it is lucky if it is read by one other person. For me sharing my personal writing is like showing someone my colon – its a common procedure, but you only go through it a few times in life.
12. When I’m not writing, I spend a lot of time drawing girls with sad eyes and playful hearts. I write stories for these girls…sometimes (see number nine).
13. I have a hard time writing without a beverage at hand.
14. I only listen to ambient music when writing. Lately my favorites have been Amiina, and Crystal Castles.
15. I tap my foot to the beat of whatever I’m listening to while writing. This apparently annoys my co-workers and has become a running joke in the office. I can’t hear them talking about my noise due to my headphones, so they leave me funny notes on my desk that say things like: Just say no to happity-tappity-tappity.
I’m trying to stop.
I swear.
16. I do my best writing in the morning. But, I do my best story concepting in the evening.
17. To me, writing is an art. And, the most beautiful thing about art is that as long as you want to be, you can be an artist. Yay for being an artist!
18. Nobody sends real mail anymore. But I simply adore writing and getting written letters. I have 2 boxes of letters at home. Most of the people I correspond with are older members of my family. I like getting caught up in their history.
19. I have a hard time writing at desks. Tables and floors suit me much better.
20. I’m really glad that I don’t have to write on a real typewriter daily. They’re pretty to look at but make revisions oh so hard.
21. I hate to admit it, but I’m not the best at grammar. Strunk & White will be with me till the end.
22. I don’t think I have the great American novel in me, and I’m totally cool with that.
23. If I ever were to write a book, I’d write it with my Mom.
24. I wish I could write beautifully in German and Spanish.
25. Writing and taking pictures for this blog makes me incredibly happy.
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