Repost from my company blog…

http://blg.mktg.com/index.php/2010/05/umbrella-masacre-2010/

As Tuesday’s wind and rain subsided, the city woke up to a stunning work of contemporary art that might be the most ambitious project the City has seen since Christo and Jeanne-Claude installed The Gates in Central Park. Part statement of the tragic interplay of man vs. nature, and part parasol graveyard, NYC’s sprawling streets became the tragic canvas of literally thousands of mutilated and abandoned umbrellas forlornly lying—twisted, mangled, dead. There’s no telling who the unnamed artist who conceived this staggering work is, but it raises the bar for public artists everywhere.

This comes from an email I sent to coworkers today. Now that I’m a Digital Strategist my lone concern is strategery and digital. This blog will become the staging point. Do not fear the 1derland. Embrace the 1derland. Embrace.

I often remark on the fact the world wide information superweb is a vast land of hope, wonder, and pornography – which it is. The amount of pornography is both vast and wonderful giving us all hope. But it’s so much more than just a place to find broadband speed smut. The internet is a friend, a research partner, a teacher, an entertainer, and a place to find hundreds of hilarious compilations of people falling down, (like this awesome one for instance http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0AbQpzn6t4c).

Now that I’m now a Digital Strategist, staying current with what’s happening on the inforwebs is not just a way to waste time between meetings – it’s now a way to waste time between meetings, AND my like my job. Or something. I think? But since I wrote it in my job description it’s safe to say it’s true until someone tells me different. I’m pretty sure that’s in the playbook.

Being that I’m a giving man, (and Paul Leone most certainly is a giving man,) I’ve decided that I want to share my daily finds with those of you who spend your days buried in spreadsheets and budgets. In this way we can all participate in the awesome. Expect about 4 links a day, feel free to submit anything you find, feel free to forward as necessary, and if you’d prefer not be on the list respond with “unsubscribe” in the subject line and my automatic mailbot will tell you to F-yourself.

Enjoy.

PL

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Web Learnings from 01/26/2010

I’ve been digging stop motion for a while, and no one does it better than PES. I checked out his site for the first time and the commercials are amazing. Check Nike, Scrabble, and Beasty Boy (maybe especially Beasty Boy), but it’s all pretty choice stuff.

http://www.eatpes.com/

I have this weird thing this winter for running around in 2.5 inch split leg shirts when it starts snowing. Whatever, it happens. But according to this at least I’m not alone. None of them have an American flag though. Advantage? Paul Leone.

http://www.urlesque.com/2010/01/26/naked-snow-angels/

Really cool designer who does stuff with a different random object each week. Maybe next week he’ll find a use for all those extra Human Race shirts we have in the back. Hammock?

http://design-milk.com/mercado-negro-by-ramon-coronado/

I’ve played with this twice and lost.

http://www.zigzagphilosophy.com/

BONUS ARTICLE: I get this distinct feeling that Michelangelo would have been my BFF. Dude had authority issues, a thing for naked chicks, and some very secular beliefs. Opposites attract.

http://www.cracked.com/article_18386_7-mind-blowing-easter-eggs-hidden-in-famous-works-art.html

Seriously, monkeys that drink. Booze! It’s amazing, it’s funny, it’s like a window into life at FSU. I’m not sure this is even real. Like maybe these are well trained monkey actors? or people in money costumes with huge props? Whatever it is I’ve watched half a dozen times and I want to play flip cup with these furry bastards.

I’m not just a bad blogger I’m also a terrible runner. This was originally posted at my even more seldomly used running blog http://ple1.blogspot.com. The ultimate two for one. I’m all about value posting. It’s how I roll. Which is why this is going to end up in my twitter feed and both facebook accounts. I’m such in information super series of tubes rock and roll wonder dude.

Tuesday, October 06, 2009
Really Quickly…
I had another shot outta a cannon night on my run tonight where my legs were turning over like they were on fire (or en fuego as my butter rican mammis would say.) It felt great and I felt great and it’s starting to make me wonder a bit.

Ya see, for a while this summer I thought I was dying – and not in an everyone is dying kind of way but in a reaper is knock, knock, knocking at heaven’s door kind of way. I was tired, I was winded, I needed a water stop to climb the stairs of the 8th Ave L train station. Forget running. I’d throw down a couple miles and start planning on running past a hospital on the way back just in case. It was a bad time for the empire. I laid on my couch and didn’t want to get up. I thought my lungs were infected by devils – or at least poisoned by moldy walls, a filthy city, and the imminent threat of cancerous polyps.

But I’ve felt pretty terrific lately, and it’s not that I’ve been eating better, working less, drinking more responsibly, sleeping more, or anything that would point to the change. Fact is the only thing that’s really changed is the month.

Which made me think…the weather? Really? Could that be the reason?

I mean I grew up in South Florida training in heat that would make Satan wear sun block. I went to school in Tallahassee which has one of the most miserable summer’s on the face of the planet. But I’ve been in the City for almost five years now, and I don’t think I can acclimate like I used to. It’s almost as if I’m a super hero with crazy ninja endurance and my cryptonite is heat, (though I can point you to plenty of young ladies who will beg to differ with the fact that heat saps my endurance if you know what I mean… Because they’re my running partners… Who I’ve slept with. Duh.)

I ran twice while I was back in SFLA last weekend and they were among the most miserable runs in my life. First one was on the beach at night and enjoyable for the first three so I’m not really complaining there, but the second was like running up a mountain with a backpack full of angry monkeys as evil gnomes hurled flaming rocks at me. Three miles felt like Badwater.

EDITORS NOTE: I just looked down and noticed that at some point during my run – which ended like an hour ago, I opened a huge gash on my leg that bled all over the place. I find this both disturbing and freaking awesome being that I think I know when it happened but I can in no way confirm. That’s focus playa.

So is it really possible that I’m that affected by the heat? Is it the humidity? Is it poor hydration? What is it? And if it is weather related I wonder how much it doomed my Brooklyn Half considering the monumental turn of events that occurred as soon as I left the cool park to hit the warmer, exposed, Parkway?

Maybe I’ll ask Wise Mr. Owl. Though I’m still a little pissed about that Tootsie Roll Pop trick that bastard pulled on me. Damn you Wise Mr. Owl. Damn you to hell!