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bourbon and boots. (what about the kinders and kittens?)

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so funny that this brand targeted me

as a demographic match

  a potential interested buyer of their products

based upon my personal interests on Facebook.

apparently i appear to be

a whiskey/bourbon drinking

gun toting

engraved glass collecting

john wayne type.

and a southern lady.

(i guess i am from the south, if you consider michigan “the south”

in relation to the border we share with canada)

“the internet is the most important single development in the history of human communication

since the invention of call waiting.”

-dave barry

 

family, food and football.

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who knew that ordering

a new grocery delivery service 

would lead to a commercial

and

a visit from

detroit lions’ player, golden tate

when he turned out to be

the surprise delivery guy?

another fun life adventure

for my middle daughter h, and her family.

“i’ll try anything. what are they gonna do, kick me out of show business?”

-penny marshall

girls’ night out?

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so excited to have this

one of a kind personal Facebook invite from babs –

 i’m quite sure that i’m the only one who she sent this to.

I’ll be honest, Beth
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Barbra Streisand
Beth —

I have to admit — there have been times when I never thought I’d see a woman become president.

After all, it’s been 24 years since I said in a speech that “Men and women are clearly measured by a different yardstick” — and through that time, it often seemed that nothing much has changed.

I’m proud to stand with her, and I’m excited to join her for one night only in New York City next month. We’ve extended the deadline, so add your name right now, and you could join us there!
It’s bound to be an exciting night — we’ll be celebrating a great candidate in the greatest city in the world, weeks before she’s elected as the first female President of the United States.

Hillary and I would love to see you there. Will you join us?
Thanks, and take care.

Barbra

never treat your audience as customers, always as partners. – jimmy stewart

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had a nice offer

from

an

‘adult novelty catalog company’

to advertise

on my blog

and i smiled

and thanked them

when

i

turned them down

and

thought about

what

my posts

are

really

all about

nature, animals, philosophy,  humor, zen, children, travel, art. life, family, love, compassion, adventure

not so much about dancing girls

and their costumes

and their toys

and their boys

not to say

they

can’t be

about

art or love or zen or adventure

too

for they are all

a part of life

and we all

 share the same planet

and

i don’t judge

and

i like to dance

and

wear costumes

and

all the rest

but i figured

chances are

 the company

has never really read my blog

and has no idea

who my audience

really

is

dobrador.com

your audience gives you everything you need. they tell you.

there is no director who can direct you like an audience.

– fanny brice

image credits: library of congress, dobrador.com

for my father, one of the original mad men

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today is my father’s birthday and he’s gone now, but never forgotten.and whenever i see the show, ‘mad men’, i think of him. the look, the feel, the era – that was our life growing up. we lived in the twirly, swirling world of advertising. 

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my dad, in the left forefront, in a very important lunch meeting

 we had cocktail parties at our suburban detroit house, hosting automotive clients and friends and all sorts of interesting characters. there were martinis and dresses and canapés and jazz and laughs long into the night. i once saw him put on a horrible wig and wear it like nothing was unusual, just to get a reaction. we would sneak down in our pajamas and sit on the stairs, just to be a part of all the hullabaloo.  

on regular nights, we were always pitching ideas to him around the dinner table and suggesting musical lyrics, tag lines, and concepts for commercials. we never realized he was a media guy in the business, and that all of our creative gestures did not have any impact, other than making him laugh. 

he was a tall, blonde, happy guy, who married my mother, a tiny, dark strong italian, and he was no match for her really. i remember him working a lot, traveling, and he could not fix a thing around the house or cook an egg or plant a tree, but he could tell a story, and he could talk anyone into buying anything, and he was very good at what he did everyday in the office – a man absolutely born to the job.

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my parents

 on saturdays, i watched every western and wwll movie with him, just so we could hang out together on the couch. and he would tell me made-up stories about the old stars. to this day, i remember the music from ‘the dirty dozen,’ and i can name every cowboy ever on television. he took my sisters and i on ‘one-on-one daddy/daughter dates’, where we got to choose what we did, and i frequently picked sharing a milkshake, his favorite, and going to a funny movie with him, just to hear him laugh.

he had the same name as a local television host, a former hollywood bit-player, who hosted a popular movie show. and even though they looked nothing like each other, we always had good tables when going out to dinner, for when he made reservations, restaurants frequently thought he was the same guy, and he never told them any different. he cheerfully signed autographs all the time for people when they discovered his name, and they somehow imagined him to be the same person. 

when i was little, he showed me his ‘official man from u.n.c.l.e. identification card,’ and told me it was top secret, that he was really a spy, and not to tell anyone. it made sense to me as he had to travel a lot, and i figured advertising was the perfect cover. i always loved, spies, and mysteries and crime stories, and i was so excited that i immediately told everyone i came in contact with, and swore them to secrecy too. when i was much older, and i brought it up, he said that one of his clients, chevrolet, had sponsored the show, and they had given him the i.d. card as a fun promotional gift. and i loved him for letting me imagine. 

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dad on the right involved in some schmoozing and story-telling

interesting that i ended up in the same business, through a very circuitous route, many years later. guess it was in my blood, though i was on the creative and promotions side of the ad world, where i had to tell stories and get people to buy my product – not cars, but instead, movies and plays and parades and circuses – pure entertainment. experiences where they could suspend reality for a bit and just let their imaginations roam free. 

and when he offered me media suggestions, they did not have any impact, other than making me laugh. happy birthday dad, and thanks for all of the memories, both the ones that were real and the ones you created for me.

Don Draper: Advertising is based on one thing: happiness. And do you know what happiness is? Happiness is the smell of a new car. It’s freedom from fear. It’s a billboard on the side of a road that screams with reassurance that whatever you’re doing is OK. You are OK.  – (Season 1, Episode 1 – Mad Men)

 

 

 

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looking back at the thanksgiving parade as it keeps marching on ahead

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back in my advertising days, america’s thanksgiving parade in detroit was one of our clients. as i watch it this morning, i have many memories, both fond, and some, not so much:

– spending all night on thanksgiving eve, in the parade warehouse and in the cold out on woodward avenue as the floats rolled out and news affiliates wanted live shots

– media fighting for best position for the event

– driving golf carts down our usually packed busy roads, no cars allowed during set up, surveying the situation, and getting such a very cool and different view

– chasing a news anchor through a scary neighborhood the night before, as he sped his way towards the scene with his cameraman, drunk and angry he had to work, got a flat tire and i just kept going, local homeless guy kindly helped me with my tire and i jumped out , ran to the street and got the live shot just in time

– having the 4 tops as a float attraction, though only 3 were still alive and hoping no one would notice, then 1 of the 3 went on a bender, was lost somewhere in detroit and pulled up in a limo, in his clothes from the night before, just as the parade was about to begin

– cinderella got the flu just as she was getting in her costume to ride in her carriage, had to have an intern fill in

– giant balloon untethering itself and flying across the border to our friends in canada

– communication source, walkie talkies and radios going out, trying to make decisions based on a ‘best guess’ approach

– volunteers getting ‘fired’ by an ego-driven person at the top, for not being ‘camera-worthy,’ having to put a positive p.r. spin on this 

–  celebrities, bands, clowns, animals, law enforcement, athletes, characters, charity events, music, lost children, artists, contests, security, parking, coaches, costumes, twirlers, technology, floats, marchers, bad weather, live tv, and the crowd – somehow it all went off no matter what did or didn’t happen behind the scenes. as crazy and sleep depriving and dizzying as it was, i loved it all (now that i am looking back and watching it from the warmth of a living room, drinking coffee, and just taking it all in from a cozy couch.) happy thanksgiving to all.

   If you’re not in the parade, you watch the parade. That’s life.  – Mike Ditka