Saturday, June 13, 2009

The start of the summer season


All things Ann Arbor and summery are now in full swing. Top of the Park got off to a subdued start with large crowds and so-so entertainment - plus plenty of begging. "Give $3 to keep TotP Free" seemed to be the slogan... with the fact that a near mandatory donation being imposed to keep an event free seemingly not really rankling anyone but me.

Then there was the Green Festival. Which seemed to be a trade show for hybrid cars and people who install high energy windows.

And a party at an Art Gallery - that was so full we skipped it.


More yesterday then than in all of the winter months combined... and time for me to start packing up my "don't touch this" stuff

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Back on the whine... with prettier pics



So yesterday I called out insurance company to ask about the 30 Day extension into Canada that they'd promised me - covering the car until it gets Canadian registration and is able to be covered by a Canadian company.

"I'm not sure who told you that" they said
"You did" I replied, truthfully
"Nope, sorry. You'd better start calling"


So I call the Canadian Insurance agency
Who put me through to Canadian Insurance bureau
Who closed at 4.30


I call a local agent
Who gives me the number of a broker who "Does this all of the time, and can help by phone in minutes"

I call the broker who says "This is most unusual" spends an hour calling around and then calls back and says "Bad news"

"But people leave the US for Canada all the time" I say
"Well they don't seem to be insured when they do it" he says

So we call a friend. She's moving up this week. Her Insurance company is here and in Canada. They've been great.
I call them "No problem" they say "But we're about to close, go online and fill in the details"


I go online and fill in the details.
On the last page it crashes.


I go back through everything - this time I get beyond payment. Hurrah.
And then it crashes
And tells me that the quote has expired

I go to my bank statement and the money has been taken.
I call the number

"No money has been taken and there is no policy" they say
"But I'm looking at a statement that says it has"
"Let me get you customer service" they say

Customer service takes 45 mins to find me in the system.
Then gives me a pre-policy number... it take 72 hrs to get an actual number

"You crashed the system by trying to set up recurring payment before you have a policy number" she chastizes
"But the system asked me for details for recurring payment" I half scream, half-sigh
"Well that's a weird thing in the system" she says

12 hrs later I still don't know whether I'm insured
IN 45 mins I'm off to see someone in person

I'm sure that it will be a saga
And that having gone online will have been the worst thing that I could have done

Grrrr and Nrrrr

Monday, June 08, 2009

Reflecting



I’ve realized over the last 24 hrs that while this Blog has been covering off the minutiae of my life (wiring diagrams anyone? Nipple lighting tips?) it’s kinda been neglecting the bigger picture. That’s because I’ve been neglecting the bigger picture I guess.

Now those who know and love me (rather than those casual Muslim readers drawn in from Algeria by the promise of ‘Yashmak Porn American Naked Sluts Pussy Pussy’) have concocted some theories about why it may be that I’ve been so reticent about saying ‘What’s up?’

I like the idea of theories about me, but in reality they’re always either swirling around the area of depression (never really true, though my Stewie side does come through on occasion… it’s what makes me happy, though it kicks some bad karma into the world, I’ll admit) or around the area of perversion (‘he’s off learning to insert glass tubes into his urethra’) which alas is also wide of the mark.

The truth is that I’ve been busy. Working on things that weren’t quite 100% real yet – and where therefore bound to be cursed by my mentioning them.

So here’s the big picture

First up we’re off to Montreal. Which is a city. A real city. Ok, it’s not New York City or Tokyo or even London and if it had been our first post NYC port of call I’d have hated it on principle. But when we were there and when the sun was shining we did the things that people do in the city. We ate in places that understood that décor and atmosphere count. We went to exhibitions that actually tried to entertain and impress rather than coast by on the smug assumption that all art is good art when it comes to a small town (believe me the John and Yoko show is SO much better than Arthur Miller’s Holiday Snaps). Okay so the winters are going to be brutal, but the summers will be glorious and we’re flexible enough to spend the winters elsewhere.

While in Montreal I’m going to be more flexible than ever. Which is actually exactly what I was looking for.

75 days of my time is accounted for with work for the people that I like most at JWT. I’ll be doing all kinds of planning and thinking for them, all over the place… though based out of Toronto. It’s a good deal all around, they get my time guaranteed, I promise to work my ass off in their service and I get to keep my agency chops sharp enough to get back into the business if I need to.

More exciting is Propellerfish - an ‘idea birthing’ company that I’m doing with a friend and kick ass partner. We’re based on a very simple premise… that ideas are easy (that’s why idea proliferation companies abound) but that ideas that happen are hard (which is why case studies are thin on the ground). Our whole reason for being is to make sure that more good ideas get out into the world and fewer good ideas get lost in bad brainstorms, powerpoint decks and filing cabinets. We offer training, we offer help spotting commercial opportunity and we offer an Idea Protection Program that helps ideas make it through the various flaming hoops that companies insist they brave. It’s a smart company, it’s the right time to be doing this and I can’t wait to get started.

We have a couple of clients on board and a couple of meetings with advertising agencies, PR companies and Media companies about helping them with their innovation offers. Should be good.

I’m also working with a couple of production and music companies on a TV show or two, the best of which I’m VERY excited about.

The rest of my time is going to be taken polishing the book – which I think has become books. And taken up with taking more and better pictures. My appetite has been whetted and I’m thinking that the first real money that comes in is going to buy me a photo studio which will in turn buy me the credibility that I need in order to get good models who have a point of view about the world.

Throw in 4 hrs a day, 5 days a week of French and you have for a busy and happy Steve.

Happy enough that I’m already awaiting the giant kick in the rubber parts. The last few years have been tough. We’ve had deaths in the family, cancer, chemo, tests, the fall out of survival, a move to a small town, the loss of a baby, a house that’s been for sale as long as we’ve been in it, the loss of a job, the loss of work visas and permits and the loss of my hair to contend with.

It’s been a couple of years where all of the things that you tend to take for granted, all of life’s certainties have been thrown under speeding buses. Speeding buses equipped with spiked tyres. Speeding buses with spiked tyres being piloted by homicidal maniacs with a taste for British blood.

Health – nope you might die within weeks, or months, certainly a couple of years
Job – nope doesn’t matter how good you are, you can be thrown out on your arse despite protestations of undying love

Home – could be sold from under you at any second… and even if it isn’t there’s a chance that you’ll be thrown out of the country due to lack of a job (see above)

Family – always be right yeah? Unless they get cancer (3 out of 4 parents) and die painfully early (2 survived)

Relationship – well that seems to be without quakes.. been through death, cancer, uncertainty, unemployment, loss and 4 continents so that has to be certain, of course it’s a relationship that's recently been through death, cancer, uncertainty, unemployment, loss and 4 continents so let's not take that for granted either. A lesson learned, take no life pillar for granted, and stay on top of all you can (other than lap dancers)

So yeah, the foundations have been shaken but despite looking a little battered, a little scarred and a little less shiny the building stands and the cracks have been mistaken for character.



Of course it’s not all been bad. We’ve met some great people here. It’s led to the perfect job for Judith and an amazing opportunity for me. I’m fitter than I’ve been in a decade, we’re moving to Montreal together, 17 years into a relationship that keeps changing but still feels right for both of us, the family are well, I’m finally learning French and golf and the importance of now vs. later. I’m going to spend all of my professional time doing things that I love, surrounded by people that I like and trust and I have a drive and a passion for those things that I thought had been lost in hackery.

We’re actually incredibly lucky. We know that. But then we’re actually pretty incredible ourselves. And I needed no therapy to write that sentence.

And on top of it all, in photography I think that I’ve finally discovered a way to ensure that every interesting person you meet lets you into his or her story. Portrait Research could be an interesting thing to do… the world is full of interesting things to do right now – and I’m loving it.

BTW - Mike (and the North African Muslims).. the pics are for you mate

Shoot time


Yesterday I finally laid down some money to get time in a professional photo studio.

It was a class of 4 people, led by a man whose photos I liked and it was a lot of fun.

First thing I realized was that I needed to buy Photoshop... taking pics without it is a lot like trying to do the egg and spoon race with a teaspoon and a watermelon painted to look like an egg - possible, but boy are you making it hard on your wrists

Anyway I had enough fun to make me want to keep going, saw again that if it's something that you want to make a living from you have to turn into a grasping, every cent I can get miserablist and realized that I'm one of the rare few not just in it for the 'young ladies'.

Biggest frustration for me was not being able to give the model's a narrative during the 5 mins I got each time. I'd rather guide how they were thinking and let that change how they were posing than the other way around... doesn't happen often by all accounts.

Still here's an early image and as ever, you can facebook, twitter, AIM or mobile message me with what you think

Saturday, June 06, 2009

All set? Almost



So the drive to Canadia was uneventful. I plugged in the ancient but trusty Tom-Tom, fired up the Suzuki and set off for the border at a fair old rate. As ever Michigan did its best to help its car industry by throwing up roads designed to shake your car to pieces long before you'd imagined you'd have to buy a new one, but being wise to this I aimed for the scars and potholes and avoided the small car swallowing sinkholes and soon as at the border.

No cars there and in minutes I'm on a silky smooth road, driving in kilometers per hour and heading towards the house of the guy who's going to attempt to do the impossible and fit a Canada Approved Immobilizer to a US specced Suzuki. We meet at his house rather than his garage so that I have somewhere nice to sit - they're that kind of people. He's friendly, fast and gets the job done with only one setback - a blown 50A Fuse that nobody has in stock. We call around, Tuesday is the earliest - he throws in a 40A, gives me a spare (just in case) and knocks $100 off the bill for the hassle. It's a $5 fuse.

I drive back in a state of mild paranoia without turning off the engine (just in case) and manage to average the 38mpg (UK) it takes to get to the house before spluttering to a stop or having to turn off the engine at a gas station

But so far - all good

We're legal... bar that one fuse, Tuesday... legal

Thursday, June 04, 2009

Long, nervous drive



Today I'm driving to Brantford, Ontario to get a Canadian standard immobilizer fitted to the car
The web and Suzuki tell me that this is impossible, due to wiring harness issues

Reg in Brantford disagrees.

So I'm off - 4 hrs each way - to Brantford

If it works then we're set for Canada
If it doesn't then the car will have to be sold in the US in the next 60 days
Or worse, I'll end up stranded by the side of the road somewhere with no cell reception and lots of snow banks

Keep your fingers crossed for me

Tuesday, June 02, 2009

Weird little town




Funny little town. People in MIchigan are weird, give 'em some sunshine, a hint of warmth and some bunting and they'll hold a festival, dance like lunatics in the street and pay any amount you want for ice-cream. They'll also arrive in vintage cars that have been mothballed for the summer and tell you how much they love this place / state / country.

We of course are planning to leave it. Yesterday I got my permission to export papers from Suzuki, I faxed my Certificate of Title to US Customs, I talked to a guy 4 hrs away about installing a Canadian Standard immobilizer, I faxed a certificate of No Recall to Canada and still I'm, 59 days away from being registered. And it's a new car.

There's lots of that going on. Plus the 75 day contract came through (we won't starve, woo-hoo) and there's movement on the P.Fish front (we'll do better than not starve, way-hey). Engaged and ready to go people, let's do this

Sunday, May 31, 2009

Catching up



It's been a busy few days. First we had Judith's leaving party to go to; a tastefully done affair in the basement of a wine bar / restaurant that then dribbled on until the early hours of the next day and ended 'somewhere Cuban'

The next day we went up to Ferndale with our neighbors to take in an improv comedy show. Alas the crowd was thinner than Susan Boyle's chances of winning "Mastermind - Miss World edition" due to it also being the first night of competition for Detroit's only decent sports team - the Redwings

Today saw Jude playing golf this morning as I took pictures at both the half marathon and the food festival and this afternoon she's off shopping with some 'semi bridesmaid' friend while I look for entertainment in all the wrong places.

So busy but hardly worth reporting... such is life

Thursday, May 28, 2009

Chugging away


A couple of weeks ago I set about a project to make an image of Jude that was taken from photos but would look like a fantasy book cover. Don't ask me why, it just seemed like a good thing to do at the time. The image hereabouts is a tiny segment of the finished result. I kinda like it, but then I would, it was my project.

Have a few other shoots to be doing before leaving for Canadia and a run up there to have someone make the car legal next week. Will take pictures.

Other than that it's a bit of organizing, gym sessions that suddenly have me sweating like Elton John in a winebar and constant bids to tire the dog enough to have the neighbors believe that she's angelic.

Also love dealing with me new landlord. I wrote asking him about the policy of our new building toward satellite dishes as I want to get as many HD channels as possible but didn't want to fall foul of the resident's committee. This was his reply...

"For the TV, the following story is cute. I’ve lived in the condo for six
years and I always had a set of antennas for my TV, which was installed
beside the fireplace, and received a handful of channels.

In the last year (of the six), we had moved the TV downstairs because it was easier with the
newborn, being on the same floor. But the reception was poorer than
upstairs so I plugged the cable that was never used/tested before to see if
connecting the TV to a longer wire (to be used as an antenna) would produce
better reception. It sure did! With much more channels. That white cable
in the living room was online and for the last year we had the over 30
channels. Never asked or paid for the service.
To answer the question, I don’t know if a satellite dish is installed with
the other tenants."


He's great, I like him.

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Things slowly getting sorted



We finally confirmed movers today... so we should be on our way to Montreal in mid June.

I also managed to get the business number and tax ID for one of my companies, so I'll be able to work
Plus things are happening on the work front with the 'business proper' - which is a good thing, I think

Other than that it's been a day of heavy gym work outs, lots of work and a cancelled photo shoot due to all say thunderstorms that have only now given way to the kind of glorious sunshine that begs to be walked in.

That's about it - close to running out to buy food for the week... so have to stop.
But as a T-shirt asked today

:If rainbows are such happy things... why are they always frowning?:

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Oh for the fat lady


I have to say that I'm getting somewhat sick and tired of the pantomime that goes with moving.

All of the "Oh yes you can" / "Oh no you can't" stuff is driving me insane.

An example. In order to get the car into Canada we need lots of things.
One is to install a Canadian Immobilizer.

"Of course we can" - say dealership
"Impossible" - say Suzuki
"Oh no, we can't" say dealership
"Oh, but you must" say Canada
"Well you're gonna gave to sell" say Suzuki
"Bollocks" say the aftermarket places
"Good" say I to the aftermarket places
"We're no in Quebec though" say aftremarkey guys
"Bugger" I say

And start to plan a day trip to Ontario

That's a whole day right there

Sunday, May 24, 2009

Life on the road




It's a holiday weekend here and our last weekend in the States that doesn't have some kind of event planned for it. So yesterday e dropped the dog off at a Daycare center that's now looking more like Southfork than it is the usual cement shed and headed 155 miles across State - first to Holland, MI with its windmills, ye olde Dutch attractions and hoards of 'trying not to look disappointed' Japanese. Still we managed to get some Dutch food and some 'baby sprinkles' for a shower that Jude was attending today.

From Holland we went down to Oval Beach - which was disappointing in that it was cold, narrow, packed with people and lacked any kind of personality... but still, it was on the way to Saugernauk (or something) which proved to be a charming little lakeside town with some rather splendid boutiques....

170 miles home and off with some friends for Dinner... then on to a bar famed for its dueling pianists... a lot of base fun had there and a bunch of bachelorette parties who lived for the photo. There's a business to be had in shooting bachelorette parties. Not sure it's a business for someone of my advanced years but the chance to have them all line up with their backs to me facing the bar's vintage trough urinal had me salivating in a way that a 100 year old, claw footed, free standing piss trough shouldn't.

Not a bad day at all... and now for posh BBQ in Detroit with a very persistent (thankfully) old friend

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Song Zero




So last night America chose Kris Allen - the Gap wearing, side mouthed singing, bedroom strummer with the pleasant voice, inoffensive blonde wife, background in Church Music and penchant for the bland - over Big Tranny Adam.

Once again proving that when it comes down to it America is going to stick to the middle of the road as though there are corn dogs buried there.

I mean the man is Maroon 5 - Lite. He's a busker without the balls to hit the sidewalk. He's oatmeal... with a huge blob of caramel cream (hetrosexuality and churchy-ness) thrown in to sweeten the mouthful of mulch.

I am so glad we're outta here

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Things what is happened today




Our new sofa arrived today, ahead of schedule but not before time and so the day has been a whirl of cushion making (Jude), feet attaching (Jude) and giant box disposing (Steve)...

Yes I know that we said that the last sofa would live forever - but in truth it was a cat hair trap, we made a terrible mistake not getting it in leather and the price of reupholstery showed us why reupholsterers (a real word that spell check won't allow) dress exclusively in Ermine and endangered species.

Gym is back on in earnest. Final doctor's check is cleared, Canada company numbers are pending and a little surprise that I planned for Judith is 95% ready... one last push and I have it.

Plus I talked to some lovely people in Toronto today - and they seemed very keen to work together. Hurrah, cause I likes
em

Mind... the new sofa reeks....

Sunday, May 17, 2009

So little to write about here...


... that I fear I may be dead.

We went to a dog walk... where Velcro got over-excited
We went to see some ice-skating... where I got over excited
And we drew up a menu for the week - and started with a curried fish

In between was a Mongolia movie on a friend's new Internet TV
And a celebration for a friend who just got promoted

And I kept working on photos...

Day to day - but not awful

Friday, May 15, 2009

Another day, another shoot




So yesterday I hired a knackered Kia (the dashboard lit up like Paris on Valentine's Day) and drove 175 miles up to the shoreline of Douglas, MI ---> where for $10 I got to shoot a whole bunch of models.

As ever the model's were lovely - the photographer's suspicious. Why didn't I have a truck? Where was my portable softbox with dual car batteries? Why didn't I have an assistant with me? Why wasn't I quite as 'real ale bellied' as them?

It's weird that these free shoots seem to be the preserve of men who seem friendly enough but are actually very, very competitive. They've bought the gear, they've lugged it up there and they're determined to forget that the reason that they got into this in the first place was to see some pretty girl's norks. That seems to be it for them. So when I turn up with a Sony (what no Nikon? not even a Canon?) an off camera flash and an idea they start to get a little odd.

"What's with the black balloons and poses in front of signs that say 'no'?" queried one gray mustachioed, cigarette breathed old codger, hunched over his $10,000 camera as he took another picture of another girl in another gazebo.

And that was how the day went. I had fun. The sun shone. The sand was fine. The models all easy going and fun and the equipment survived the sand (I hope)

And best of all I think that I finally got some shots with both the saturation and the gloss that I was going for

Good day, good day

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Things what are happened


I seem to be spending much of my time on the phone to people in Canada at the moment. Each has a bunch of rules and regulations that they have to take you through, but each seems familiar with the rules and so rather than being frustrated at 'The leurrr" and the hoops you have to jump you end up kinda reassured/

For example... we want to take the car to Canada. First we drive to the border. They check out the car and give you Form 1-1.
You pay them $195

They then follow up with a list of modifications that need to be done to the car in order to make it road and registration legal in Canada. In our case we'll need to get the Odometer switched to Kms rather than Miles and fit a Canadian standard immobilizer. We have 45 days to do this.

Once done you go to a Canadian tire who inspect the work and then stamp your 1-1 form. You then go to a 3rd party who check that you didn't pay off the Canadian Tire guy and he stamps your 1-1 Form too.

After that it's down to the registration place and viola you have your car registered.

Hoping to get a jump on the process I called my car dealer here and asked whether the work could be done in advance. Much sucking of air through what looked like airtight teeth. "Can't be done, manufacture job, not possible"

So I called the Canadian dealer - "Sure they said, bring it in, we'll check out the date of manufacture, parts take 48 hrs, we'll do the work on the spot, is that okay?"

And so it has been throughout. The Canadians a model of bureaucratic efficiency, liberated by a system, the Americans too afraid to say 'Yes' to anything.

Same thing with work permit and Social Insurance Number. Work permit processed at the border / point of entry... SIN given to you once you show your passport and workpermit at any one of three places... the post office being one of them. Compare that to the US system and you realize why it is that the Canadians are socialist and the Americans aren't - the Canadians are organized enough to make socialism work.

What else? Took some pictures in the forest... that was nice,
Found out that I was owed some money... that was nice too.
Slowly packing things away... less nice
Diet and exercise kicking in.. very nice

Okay too much... ciao all

Sunday, May 10, 2009

A day to plant a tree






DSC09908
Originally uploaded by stevenjude
May 10th is mother's day here in the US - and we'd planned that it would be the day when we told everyone that Judith was pregnant. When things were scary and painful I'd even put together the slideshow that we wanted to send out to people, as much to allow myself to believe in the baby and its survival as to have a way of sharing the news with people.

Alas it wasn't to be - so rather than sharing good news today we planted a tree in the garden of a generous friend to commemorate the baby that we so wanted but weren't to have. The thought is that each year the tree will blossom at exactly the time that we first found out that Judith was pregnant. Something joyful and celebratory, a symbol of just how happy we were at the time.

It's a small gesture, but it's one that means a lot to us, and I guess that that is what counts.

Saturday, May 09, 2009

Empty chairs at empty tables




So the old place is starting to look increasingly bare. We made the decision last weekend to buy a new sofa. The one we had was still in fine old condition and we both still liked the look and the shape but it was a magnet for cat hair and even though cats are one of the few things that we're not allergic to there's something about always being covered in a light dusting of feline gray that makes you feel like an elderly aunt.

So we put in an order for a new sofa - to arrive end of May and posted the old one on facebook - looking for someone who needed it, would get the most use out of it and were willing to pay what seemed fair given their circumstances. It found a good home quickly, I loaded it in three parts onto their truck and we moved the garden furniture into the living room.

Then we sent the rugs away for cleaning. Threw away almost every CD and DVD, boxes and boxes of books and a host of electrical items that just seemed to be gathering dust. As a result things now echo in here.

But we are cleared for Canada. Quebec papers joined Federal papers and now all we need is to drive to the border and collect our work permits. Then drive to Montreal. Then change plates, insurance and driver's licenses. Get a social insurance number, open a bank account, sign a contract for my new company, set up a second company in partnership with some friends, move in the furniture, sign up for internet, phone, tv and cell phones. No worries. It'll be two days of standing in line. Or is that queuing in Canada? Or is it 'file d'attente' in Quebec... I'm not sure yet.

Anyway Star Trek calls

Friday, May 08, 2009

If you go down to the woods today


Yesterday I put up a fresh casting call

It read something like this

"I'm looking to shoot a series that's raw and animalistic and coiled and athletic and has a real sense of 'raised by wolves' about it.

Think mud, think snarling, think coiled, primed, pumped and ready to lash out and you're pretty close to where I'm heading with this.

Looking for people who are willing to push through the 'am I going too far here?' voice at the back of their heads and just allow that rawness beneath the veneer to be caught on camera.

It should be fun, it might be dirty (literally, I'm thinking forest and mud) but I think that we can get some really cool shots out of it...

What do you think? Worth an hour of your weekend?"


I rewrote it later to be a little less stilted but the idea stuck and the models came flooding in... I shoot the first today and another 12 over the next week. It should be fun. I've a group shoot in Rosemont on the 14th too, as well as a possible dads and daughters Prom thing tomorrow... all very cool. When Ann Arbor gives you Durian make smoothies, I say

Thursday, May 07, 2009

An apology


Of late my blog spots have been thinner and spottier than a laxative loaded Latvian SuperModel. So here's a little of what's been going on chez moi.

Have been working hard on both the book and the body - in a routine of getting up, working for an hour, working out for an hour, eating, working for another hour and then taking the dog for an exhausting walk. It seems to be working - dog and I are exhausted, book is coming on leaps and bounds and I'm not the size of a McMansion.

Also trying to tie things up in and ahead of Canada. Lots to be done incorporating, lots of tax things to be looked at, lots of forms flying back and forth and lots and lots of old friends. colleagues, clients etc to call - letting people know that you're available feels kinda tacky to me but I'm getting over it to the extent that I dragged Judith 4 hrs to dinner with some ex-and potential future clients yesterday.

We're also in the middle of culling. More books, almost all of our CDs and at least half of the DVDs went last week. I sold the sofa to a lovely couple who brought their adorable young son with them, so ga-ga was I over him that I let them leave with it on the spot - so we're now sitting on garden furniture... albeit reclining, cantilevered garden furniture.

Today someone comes to take the rugs for cleaning - so the house will look even more bare... though as I'm spending yet more time and more money at the dentist getting this bridge / crown / implant situation sorted I may not notice; am booked for 3 hrs today, which is a hell of a long time. Maybe I'll get a bite block with my own name on it.

Throw in calls with people in London and Australia about brochures, business cards and websites and with people in Canada about missing Incorporation forms and numbers (all to be done before I leave for the dentist as after I may be unintelligible) and I really should be off the blog and elsewhere.

Ciao

Monday, May 04, 2009

Writing, writing


Sweetwater's
Originally uploaded by plumb-larrick
I'm spending the day working in various coffee shops.

Right now Sweetwater , which is right next to the gym and in the market where I want to buy my lunch (Korean, yum)

I'm surrounded by young people who seem to mistake speed of speech for depth of meaning and volume for persuasive argument.

It's frightening how self absorbed these kids are. They say things like

"We only just, like, you know, met and everything and like, I never, you know, like took a class where you are, but I know, I feel, basically that we're like totally the same, because I know me and you like me are never gonna like enjoy that class.. because I can sense that you're like a math person, maybe, you know, for sure, erm, it means, that you know, certain classes, you know, I guess, for me, honestly."

It's very Ms. Teen America...
And like totally scary, you know

Sunday, May 03, 2009

Yesterday


The dog that peeked
Originally uploaded by stevenjude
I saw this dog in town
It was the day's highlight

Today I walked my dog to borders
It too was a highlight

Get us the fuck outta here people

Saturday, May 02, 2009

Today's Ann Arbor Highlight

... is the second annual farm show

With Auction(!) and Tractor Pull (!)

Doubtless fewer people will be petting the pigs

... Good god this town makes me want to curl up into a ball and die

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

I am incorporated



When I get to Canada I'm going to have two companies.
The first incorporation came through today - and it's very exciting

It's called alternative hypothesis and while it's not the one that's going to buy the house on the hill and produce the work that I'll look back on most proudly, it's going to pay the rent while we get that one up and running.

Thanks too to the friends that brought us magazines and licorice today - and to those who sent the chocolate nutella cupcakes. More appreciated than you might ever realize.

Bitch 'n' moan




Before I even get into this I know that it's going to be unfair. And self indulgent. And maybe even self-pitying --- but you know what I think that I've earned the right to one 'woe is me' post in every 500 or so. It's not a bad hit rate.

And for those of you who will comment saying 'there's always someone worse off' I'll just say 'of course there is but that's ridiculous logic.' First happiness and satisfaction isn't judged relative to the happiness of other people. If it was then the slums wouldn't be full of smiles and laughter - and I'm told that they are. More importantly if you follow the logic of the argument then being better off than someone would mean being happy being the second hungriest, second poorest, second sickest, second most miserable person on earth. It's an argument that leads you on a downward spiral. And as such it's a poor model. At least it should be 'well you're better off than the statistical mean' - that, at least, would keep you in the 50th percentile.

Anyway that wasn't what triggered this. What triggered it was the suggestion, from several quarters that the very fact that I no longer live in the town in which I grew up means that I am automatically better off than the people who stayed there. This is not just a case of 'greener grass' but one that is based on a number of prejudices.

The first is that the 'ex-pat' lifestyle is one that is somehow superior and more glamorous. It used to be more glam' for sure. Full of clubs and cocktails and fabulous receptions, the occasional affair about which to gossip and approaches to become a spy. But I live in Michigan. MICHIGAN. One of the poorest, most depressed, coldest, bankrupt states in the US. There is no ex-pat lifestyle here. No support system at all. Now I chose it, and I'm okay with my choice but the idea that I'm living some kind of Merchant Ivory ex-pat lifestyle is ridiculous and frankly it pisses me off.

The second thing that I'm constantly told is just how easy things are for me. It's easier to move if you're me. It's easier to get a great job if you're me. Everything is easier, because my life is a big floaty cloud made up of angelic door openers who exist only to ease my passage through life. I'm not sure if you people have been reading the blog but I'm an unemployed, ex cancer patient with a high chance of relapse, no work visa in the country in which I live and no permission to leave the country, who has just watched his wife lose the baby we wanted more than anything. Which part of that sounds charmed to you.

A family member said to me the other day "It could be worse, you could be unemployed in the UK" - to whit I wanted to say "Oh yeah, in the UK where I'd be entitled to unemployment benefits, a state pension and would be surrounded by family... rather than living off savings, entitled to nothing despite having paid around $400,000 in taxes here, 4000 miles from the nearest blood relative"... but I didn't.

Again yes it was my bed. And I'm happy to lay in it. Just don't tell me it's the most comfortable bed in the world and how envious you are of it.

Next one. We just lost a baby. "Well at least you can afford a long vacation to get over it." I won't dignify that one with a response beyond... if it was true it would still be offensive, as it is see above...

And so to the last bit of this. I have no problem at all with life throwing shit at me. Bad stuff happens to lots of people. And as you get older that stuff starts to be thrown ever faster. I'm not looking for a free pass through life. Nor am I looking for help from people. What I am looking for is an understanding that the things that happen to us affect us in the same way they do you and your neighbors and friends. That geographic distance from you is no shield from the things that happen to us here. And that just because our lives look different to yours that doesn't mean that we assume that they're better, or that the challenges that get thrown our way are felt in a lesser way.

Right there's the whine for this 18 months... no on to Montreal, a new house, new jobs and lots and lots of vacation

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

A weird week to be doing this



I've spent much of this week delivering pictures to heavily pregnant Russians. A very talented friend did the photoshop on the tough pics for me and worked wonders with some pretty average images. I like this one,,, have retouched versions but for some reason I always come back to the way it came out of the camera. The smile on the woman's face reminds me of the look that Judith had the entire time that we were in Montreal... I hope I looked more excited than this guy does here. In truth he was much fun and very game.

Monday, April 27, 2009

Bleeding into the mundane



I am constantly surprised by how life's profound experiences sit on a bed of the mundane. You lose a baby but still have to buy milk. You go for chemo and still get annoyed that the subway ticket machine doesn't work. You look to move countries and still spend the same amount of time as ever looking for a watch.

I suppose that in many ways it's a comfort to know that routine grinds on... that the changes in us are less profound than the experiences that shape us. It's like a sculpture I guess, slowly being defined and refined by the constant attack of the chisel - much better than the 'wrecking ball and glue stick' model that you come to expect.

Anyway today I woke up early with incorporation on my mind. I have a contract to sign, some questions to answer and no Canadian Corporation yet. I'm thinking that I might need two companies. One a partnership, the other a company to run my consulting work through. Keeping the two separate has all kinds of advantages and will stop things getting messy come tax time. It will cost more in terms of set up and accounting and all of that stuff.. but that's okay. I guess.

As I said - the mundane,,,

Saturday, April 25, 2009

Thanks...


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Originally uploaded by insashi
Judith and I have some really good friends. Some who understand the value of space and time, others of the small gesture. It's good to know that even though we're never in one place for any period of time, the people that we love the most are constant regardless of geography. So thanks to all. Genuinely.

Friday, April 24, 2009

Explaining yesterday's blog entry




Yesterday we lost our baby.

In the past when I’ve heard something like that I’ve thought “Where, Walmart?” and congratulated myself on the cold heartedness of my wit.

But today we lost our baby, not in the supermarket, but in a more visceral way. Bloody, painful, prolonged, fearful, anxious and excruciating.

It was a baby that was wanted. A baby that was planned for, a baby that had us planning names and nurseries and ways to tell people when the time was right. This was the baby that brought us back from Montreal just beaming. It was our baby. And we couldn’t quite believe it. A baby that had come into being against all of the odds and could, surely, survive any odds because of it. But you can’t will a baby into the world.

So now what we have are a few blissfully happy days, a baby journal lovingly filled in right up to the day that our baby was no more and each other. Which is more than most but less than we’d hoped for.

And so if we’re not around for a few days, or if we don’t seem quite ourselves, or if we’re not at the party, or the restaurant or the gym you know why. We’re just letting this sink in.

Thursday, April 23, 2009

A really dreadful day


Today has been awful... I can't say why just yet; which is crappy I know but it's sucked.
Nothing really health related, or work related or move related or relationship related... but just one of those life things.
So I've decided to ignore today altogether and go on what tomorrow brings.
But fuck, we're reaping some bad karma the last couple of years.
I must have been one evil bastard.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Back in Michigan


When I get back to Michigan things start to slow down. And its not all Michigan's fault... but I do get very frustrated

My French classes have been cancelled due to lack of interest
I got stuck indoors yesterday due to intermittent hail storms
I can't remember a single internet password
The water gives me stomach problems
The air makes my skin blister
The pollen makes the skin around my face peel
And the dryness kills the rest

Oh well. Stuff to do today... like get these pics printed... if I can ever remember a password

Monday, April 20, 2009

All signed up



So we signed the lease on the new place. One downer is that, like this place, it remains on the market and for sale.
The upside is that as tenants we're protected until the end of our term; and need at least 6 month's notice to move.
This is "The leurrrr"

"The Leurrr" is big in Quebec
It says that you have to switch to snow tyres in winter
And that signs have to be in French
And a whole host of other things

But Montreal is great.

We climbed to the top of :The Mountain: and read while people played guitars
We drank Belgian beers in cool bars and great streets
We met some lovely people
We saw the John and Yoko exhibit for free
And we saw the lesser DaVinci exhibit for not much
We ate well and often
We backed away from the Ultimate Fight Championship guys
Then realized we didn't have to
We heard good news on job options
And came back happy and smiling to a Michigan whose roads seemed a little worse and whose skies seemed a little more gray.

Lease is from June 15th and we really can't wait
Though we'll have to

We get the dog back tomorrow too.
All is good in the world

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Just a quickie


Picturesque Canal
Originally uploaded by caribb
The offer on The Big Dutch House was accepted
We sign a lease tomorrow
Hurrah!

BTW - this is the canal right by the house

A fine week's work


This week really has seen things turn on their heads.

The weather - suddenly gorgeous and 20c
Job Prospects - finally something that allows me to pay the rent and still do my own thing
Montreal - a revelation, so many cool neighborhoods and cool people
A place to stay - we have an offer in on the place above

There's more too, but Jude itching to get up, get out and see some of the city not related to real estate, so more on just how cool a 4 days we've had later... but we're really hoping that the take our offer on the place, 2 beds, 22 ft high ceilings, brick walls, an amazing mezzanine, 3 blocks from a great market, by the water, 1800 sq ft, all appliances and best of all, a bidet....

Fingers well and truly crossed

Thursday, April 16, 2009

In Montreal

We're in Montreal - where the sun is shining, The Plateau is buzzing and we have 17 apartments to see today.

We won't be seeing Hell's Angels - as 150 were arrested yesterday

We won't be as worried about cash - as I got the promise of a contract through this morning. Some things to do - but it means that I have the promise of work... and an income.

Throw in a cool apartment last night, great food, too much beer, some nice people and an upgrade on the plane and things are looking brighter

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Montreal



So we're off to Montreal today, looking for houses.
I still haven't heard on my contract thing
And can't get started on my new company thing

So we're looking at houses that cost a lot less than we've been used to paying.
We shall see how that goes.

However there are some lovely looking things on our list
Plus the city seems cheaper even than Ann Arbor
We've been upgraded to first by NorthWest
The weather will be 10c and sunny
And the university is picking up the tab

We shall see just how this thing goes....

Monday, April 13, 2009

Back to life, back to reality


So yesterday I drive up to Southfield to shoot a very pregnant woman. With my camera. Obviously. Even I haven't taken to the slaughter of innocents, heaven forfend.

She was very sweet, very Russian and very determined to get exactly what she wanted.
Alas she also had very limited room to shoot in and so everything had to be shot at 19mm, just to squeeze her in.
Fun, but long

Tomorrow I'm off to Novi to interview and shoot a guy who trains Mac Genius Bar Geniuses. Again should be fun.

And then it's off to Montreal to find us a house.

Well a cheap apartment
That takes animals
Is close to a subway (metro)
And doesn't smell (hopefully)

Lots of places matched 3/4 of that... cheap may be the issue, we shall see.

Saturday, April 11, 2009

DIA Again


DIA Shoot
Originally uploaded by stevenjude
Back to the DIA for the third time in 8 days

Last Sunday is was Norman Rockwell
Then Monday we shot Rodriguez there

And today it's back to check out what it has to offer; on free tickets they just sent me.

Friend arrives today.
Then maternity shoot tomorrow
And a burlesque musical take on Alice in Wonderland to close

Steve

Thursday, April 09, 2009

Nothing to add


Opera House Shoot
Originally uploaded by stevenjude
Sorry that this has been so dull of late. The truth is that I don't trust myself at the moment to keep it together if I write what I feel, but know that not keeping it together isn't an option.

I'm waiting on other people to deliver on promises at the moment.
And fearing that they won't.

Which would make them 'bad people'
And leave me 'screwed'

So I'll take as deep a breath as the pain in my chest allows and try to chill.

This shot, btw, was just a 'spot' during the Opera House shoot we did a few days ago

Wednesday, April 08, 2009

Cross Pollination




I started a new Blog yesterday... one where I start to put the ad thoughts that I have in my head out into the ether.
This is the only time the two blogs will touch - but looking for early numbers boost




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More pre-amble today I’m afraid. Think of it as that little salad thing that they bring out before your main course, you didn’t ask for it but you welcome it as a sign that the steak is on its way and find yourself really rather enjoying it despite yourself.

For those of you of an impatient nature may I remind you of the mantra at many a Playboy party – “We’ll get to the models in a moment, but first Heff wants to make a little speech.”

The biggest change in planning in the time that I’ve been doing it has been the question that we ask on the brief. That’s pretty fundamental. The words haven’t changed much, but the question these days is entirely different. Back in the early 90s the toughest box on the brief to fill out was the one that ask a version of this question

“What do we expect this advertising to do to people?”

It was a tough question mainly because the answers were very limited and so you were always looking for a nuance.

The thinking was pretty simple.

If your advertising was an argument then it would Persuade them to change their behavior by delivering a killer fact. That could have been a USP ‘this is the only one that doesn’t cause anal leakage.’

This was pretty much the standard one. Our job was to argue people into submission. To come into their homes and say ‘You think that your whites are white now. You’re wrong, we’re right. Now switch.”

When writing what was called a ‘Persuasion” brief (a euphemism that I’m sure could be applied to water boarding in Gitmo today – ‘persuasion sessions’ perhaps?) the TONE box used to be very important indeed. How you argued became how you differentiated. Were you going to whip out the evidence with a flourish, or were you going to try to hide it behind some entertainment. Were you “Now with Super-Stain-Bleacher” or were you ‘You can’t get better than a Kwik Fit Fitter?” replete with jingles and funny dances.

Lots of pharmaceutical advertising is still Persuasion and USP based. Claratin makes you less sleepy than Baratin that works in two ways instead of the one way that Daratin, the fastest one works.

There were of course certain strategies that grew up around this. Jim Carroll of BBH put it very well when he talked of Cowboys and Crusaders. The big brands, he claimed, try to define all of the rational points that are relevant in the market. They tell you what you should be looking for, then claim them all as their own.

So Scottex tells us that Bathroom Tissue should be ‘Soft, Strong and Long.” – we buy their argument and their demos and they become huge.

That leaves only two strategies for smaller players.

They can abide by the rules and start to argue against one of the points – “we’re softer or stronger or longer”

Or they can try to introduce a new point of argument, convincing people that this is what’s really important. So you suddenly find brands that are “recycled” or even brands that are “prettier”

The trick here was always to try to bring the category identifiers down by claiming parity there… they’re ALL soft, strong and long – this one does all of that AND…

I still play the game of trying to spot these ads during the rare moments that I’ve not delayed my viewing of American Idol by enough to whiz past everything paid for. They tend to have a sentence that starts with “Sure….”
The second strategy that we used to try during the days of “What will this advertising do to people?” was to move beyond the rational and into the emotional. We were going to SEDUCE them. The ESP (emotional selling proposition) was a defining to 80s advertising as Thatcherism was to society (though she’d have denied its existence) – and its legacy was about as long.

The ESP led agencies to say things like “We’re not here to sell things to people, we’re here to make them want to buy”

This strategy was about FOSTERING DESIRE and everyone wanted to do it, because it meant bigger budgets, glamorous work and awards galore.

The word that acted as lube to this strategy tended to be ‘aspiration’ – we suddenly realized that we didn’t have to show our brands in relation to people’s actual lives. They didn’t have to argue that they could solve a real life problem and leave hands that did dishes as soft as your face – no, they could promise to be a gateway to a more fabulous, imagined life. One full of yachts and beaches and Yasmin Le Bon. Yes, you too could be Duran Duran.

Ask any British person between the ages of 35 and 45 to give you an example of this style of advertising and they’re very likely to show you a Bacardi cinema ad. In this a yacht serves as ‘the last bus home’ and beachside bar as ‘your local pub’ etc. and the line “If…. You’re drinking Bacardi”

There were other ways in of course – but the shift here was from winning the argument rationally to winning it by proving that you were a better gateway to a better life. It made for some great work. Instant Coffee became fodder for glossy soap-opera affairs, small cars migrated to Château in the South of France and phallic chocolate bars were consumed only by gorgeous people in bathrooms bigger than the average British house.

The really clever people managed to mix both messages. Levis advertising always took a rational point (shrink to fit, button flies, double stitched) and wrapped it in a heady mix of sex, rebellion, hormones and glamour.

‘Aspiration’ is a word still bandied about by clients but the days of the Imperial Leather family on their private jet now seem as naïve and dated as the Two Tarts in A Kitchen (there’s a cleaned up phrase) advertising of the 50s.

So the question when I started was

“What will this advertising do to people?”

These days that question has changed. We’re asking something else entirely. These days the brief asks the question

“What will people do with this communication?”

It’s a fundamental shift. And one that I think one of the big agencies summed up very nicely when a terribly bright young planner there wrote this

“For too many years we’ve been in the business of Interruption. We found content that people were interested in and we got in the way of their enjoyment. Found an article that you love, we’ll put an ad in the middle of it. Want to know what happens next on your favorite TV show, find out… after the break. Want to get information online, click to close our banner.

Well technology has changed and the age of interruption is dead.

We need to stop interrupting what people are interested in, and be what people are interested in.”

The agency loved this, put it on their website, told clients about it, wrote it on their walls, put the young planner in their ‘high potentials group’ and then laid him off during a round of cutbacks – proving that in advertising you’re only as big as your byline.

But it does sum up the change and it does explain the sudden panic around agencies regarding ‘What to do?” in this brave new world,

I’m hoping that this book can provide a clear framework for thinking about what we do when the question changes and we’re all asked

“What will people do with this communication”

Or as I like to think about it – what do we do when the soundtrack is no longer Duran Duran singing “Rio” but Lily Allen singing her diary?

Tomorrow we’ll get to the meat of that one…

Monday, April 06, 2009

Not a bad day


isight
Originally uploaded by axb500
Got up this morning and was introduced to a very cool charity for whom I want to do some work

Saw a great looking Montreal apartment and got chatting to the owner, who works for an ad agency there and seems really sweet.

Got a call from Visa people saying that my correction was complete, pick it up tomorrow.

Good workout at the gym

Then on to two photoshoots. The first at the Detroit Opera House where they opened up for us to shoot video with a woman whose dress seemed to be made of noise.

The second with a cool blind blues singer, at the D.I.A - again opened up specially for us.

Came home to find an apology from the realtor who had confused our apartment with another and described us as 'pigs' to the landlord

Then Jude came home with a gift for me - a MacBook Pro that is sexier than my ass (and I have a GREAT ass) and means that I'm no longer chained to the wall upstairs.

Good day indeed.

Sunday, April 05, 2009

For those with 3mins and 48 secs to burn

This is where we live - spot the animals

Saturday, April 04, 2009

Photo day today


First a few dozen of Jude snapped after watching America's Next Top Model and noticing the light coming in through a gap in the blinds...

... then to Detroit to snap some Big 4 college basketball revelry and a slice of the Pussy Cat Dolls

before coming back and putting together a sexy, at home, maternity shoot for a woman and her husband, loving some of the ideas, hoping they hire me.

Not a lot you may think - but enough to take my mind off the fact that we'd planned to be in Japan where the cherry blossom is out. Waaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh.

Thursday, April 02, 2009

Fishmonger


Fishmonger of Tsukiji III
Originally uploaded by exhibitj
The guy who runs my gym is a big fan f tropical fish
He says that they're very calming

Next door to the gym is a great fishmonger

I want to put 2&2 together and have my guy at the gym pose in a yoga position in the middle of a mound of fish

I'll add the words "I find fish very calming"

I think that it's funny - now to make it happen

Wednesday, April 01, 2009

More Idol Ramblings


So this week American Idol did "Oh, just sing anything you want to" week. Except that they pimp'd the episode by saying "as long as it's on i-tunes" and forcing everyone to wear apple headphones during a segment where they visited Ryan 'at work." I've not had a taste this bad in my mouth since Manilla.

Anyway here's how it went...


Anoop -- "Caught Up"

Anoop really isn't the best performer. And this was just horrible. He bounced. He repeatedly flicked dandruff from his 80s jacket. He killed the beat. He killed the mood. He ought to be bottom three.

Megan -- "Turn Your Lights Down"

Megan is like a third rate, lobotomized Amy Winehouse. No shame in that, it's making money for Adele and Duffy. Trouble is that strange bird just doesn't realize it and instead grates out ice in blender vocal after ice in a blender vocal. Just nasty.


Danny Gokey -- "What Hurts The Most"

He of 'my wife is still dead' infamy resists the urge to sing 'She's Gone' and instead stomps his way over some Rascal Flatts nonsense in a way that has Paula peeling herself from her stool and the rest of world wistfully thinking 'second glass of wine time?'. Awful, shouty and he has moobs.

Allison Irehata -- "Don't Speak"

The fetal Suzi Quattro plays it safe with the song, loose with the outfit and should just scrape by.

Blind Scott -- "Just The Way You Are"

Blind Scott proves that he's contemporary by playing an old Billy Joel song, at the piano. He seems to have retired the adenoids this week, which is a good thing but really "Just the way you are"?


Matt Giraud -- "You Found Me"

Warty would be Chris Martin dry humps his Casio keyboard while belting out bad but anodyne notes to the horror of all concerned. "We keep seeing a different Matt every week" complained numerically dyslexic Kara. "And they all have warts" shouted back America


Lil Rounds -- "I Surrender"

Lil did everything the judges told her. She picked a big ballad, got all gussied up and belted it out. She looked 90, sounded bored and lost everything that anyone ever liked about her. Grow a pair girl.


Adame Lambert -- "Play That Funky Music"

Big gay tranny Meatloaf took a novelty song and added - More Novelty, throw in wobbly knees and bad skin and you have Paula warbling about Mick Jagger


Kris Allen -- "Ain't No Sunshine"
Stripped down, side mouthed singing from the man with the safety spot on Idol (last performer)....

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Could it be????




Jude has been after a pink wig forever, promising me all kinds of photoshoots when one is delivered.
Alas the wig store in Montreal was permanently closed
And Ann Arbor is too worthy for fun
So I wonder where she found it?

Looking at apartments in Montreal now - it looks cheap, which is good.
Also turning down more work based partly on work permit and partly on pride.
Writing more and more and determined to get a book churned out before July.


Sold a couple of lenses today and bought a wide angle with the money. Cool.
Other than that all is quiet, all is well

Monday, March 30, 2009

Taking Its Toll....


Taken Its Toll....
Originally uploaded by Monster Academy
So while I try to tell myself that being without an income is good and remind myself how good my last summer in the park felt it seems that my body isn't getting the message...

I panic whenever I feel as though I'm having fun.. should that be allowed

My joints are all covered in eczema

My face is peeling and my eyes are raw

My back feels as though I was mistaken for Monica Seles by a Seffi Graf fan

My beard has bypassed gray and gone straight to white (a portion anyway)


I need to chill
But that would make me feel guilty

Oh for a heroin habit

Sunday, March 29, 2009

More shoots



I have a couple of really cool shoots coming up and I have to say I'm getting really rather excited by the photo lark. Obviously I need to sharpen (okay get some) photoshop skills... but first I have to get photoshop.

I know that's a terrible admission... being a DSLR user without photoshop is like being a chinese chef without a wok. But hey I'm all unemployed and stuff...

Not much to say here. Still a no to London. Still not allowed to leave US and re-enter without an appointment at an embassy overseas to turn my visa letter into an actual visa. That still takes about 6 - 8 wks in total. Ciao Caribbean. Hello DeMoines.

Well ho-hum as they say in Doris Day movies