Aug 29, 2007

Here's a good story.

This man wrote a book. He brought the force of his creative vision to bear on a piece of work and turned it into something people liked. Then he realized one day that some bottom-feeding types in the "entertainment industry" had jacked his idea down to the last detail, repackaged it, and sold it to Network Television. Now, they're making a pretty penny while the brains of the operation has no choice but to sit back and swallow hard.

But the moral of the story -- the thing that makes it worth mentioning -- isn't what it seems. It's not about the inherent injustice of the situation, it's about how Pete Hamill has responded to it.

One thing creative types will never be able to overcome is the fact that ideas can't be owned. The only thing you can own is your execution of the idea. You have to trust that your vision is strong enough to stand above the copycats. That's a less-than-ideal situation, but what's the alternative? There isn't one.

Pete Hamill knows in his heart that he did the story first and best. And his bemused attitude speaks volumes about his character. It's something all of us in the creative industries would do well to study and understand. We are all likely to get fucked at some point or another.

Aug 23, 2007

Just watch...

Aug 7, 2007

Tonight I sent my (soon-to-be) agents the first draft of my book proposal for The Vegan Bachelor. The information is becoming organized, the focus becoming clear. Much work remains, but it's a pretty nice feeling to reach that first plateau.
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Awhile back I was walking Derby through the woods near my house and I got real agitated. Anyone who knows me well knows that I'm no particular fan of development, and especially of development designed to tempt Young Money with promises of coffee shops and granite countertops. That's what's going on near my house, and it's deeply annoying.

Annoying, but no big deal. What's really galling is that the developers are putting up half-a-million dollar "green" homes designed to lure that particular class of person who feels like gluttony is OK if its couched in friendly rhetoric. In the process of erecting these (admittedly cool) green homes, they've allowed their contractors to dump all kinds of trash throughout the previously (mostly) clean woods. All in the name of progress.

While watching it happen I came up with the idea of making speculative street signs designed to blend into the urban landscape at a glance, but offer subtle commentary to those who actually notice. The idea isn't to present a particular message, but rather to inspire original thought. To snap the viewer out of his/her routine for a moment and force a consideration of the surrounding environment.

See the other two here. More to come.