I’ve spent much of my adult life being an aspiring animator, and not getting an inch closer to that goal. In 1979 I had a job as a production assistant to a stop-motion animation director named Bob Franz. We did the breathing Neo-Synephrine bottles, the Nytol capsules that turned from N position to Z position, and we even auditioned to do the puppetry animation of the Pillsbury Dough Boy — my big debut. I have that 3/4″ Umatic cassette around here somewhere. But when I was laid off from that, I went into print, and have languished there since. Yeah, that long. We also did the only American commercial for Rubik’s Cube, which was pulled a week later, made unnecessary by what would today be called viral marketing.
The smartest thing I ever did was marry my wife. No matter what the future brings, bad or good, I’m taking her with me. The dumbest thing I ever did was not go to either the School of Visual Arts or NYU Film School when I was accepted to both in 1977. New York City was grimy and dangerous in those days, or so was my excuse.
In 1982, I was an Amway distributor. I lost about 10 months, $1000 and a few not-closest friends, but gained a skepticism I treasure today. I’m not sure how else I would have gotten it. I also attempted to sponsor a guy as he was mugging me. That’s a blog post someday.
In 1991, my boss at the time, in Mount Vernon, NY, lent a desk and a phone to the Libertarian candidate for president of the United States, one Andre Marrou. Don’t know what happened to him, but the days I commuted with him and discussed strategy would have made a fascinating blog. I have him his copy of P.J. O’Rourke’s A Parliament of Whores. He have me a book about Burma-Shave signs. Didn’t even sign it.
I hate the word “utilize”. There’s no instance where the word “use” can’t be utilized in the same place. I love the word Plavix.