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  • Missing!

    So first a little background. The company I work for (Saatchi & Saatchi X) supports a charity called Thompson Murray Children's Foundation (TMCF). There are various fundraisers throughout the year - large and small. Each month a different department coordinates a fundraiser that involves the entire agency. The month of January was the Creative Department. The creatives decided to make their fundraiser last all year by designing The D1RTY DO2EN. The D1RTY DO2EN is a collection of Tshirts, designed in-house by our own art directors and graphic designers -- one for each month of 2007. So each month I get an email with a preview of next month's Tshirt. I, however, ordered all of them upfront so that I would get the baker's dozen -- the bonus 13th shirt at the end of the year. All proceeds go to TMCF.

    So I am down for 2 Tshirts each month, 1 for Becky and 1 for Laura. Each month since January, I get 2 Tshirts in my mailbox at work and I mail them to Becky and Laura. They send me hilarious pictures of themselves wearing the Tshirts. See below.

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       February: No real story provided for the random photos. They're entertaining just the same.

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

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    March:      The story given for these photos was "Becky & I were the only ones home and we wanted to take a picture for you-- so we had to call upon the use of the timer on my camera.  So I set the timer, and went to run into position, and stepped right into the corner of one of Mom & Dad's end tables.  It was very sharp- and there was screaming and dancing around... So the first picture of Becky is what the camera caught when it finally went off.  (I think I was in the floor crying by the time it actually took the picture...)  The second picture is my heel and the damage that was done by the table.  See that giant red line down the right side?  Yeah- OUCH.  So then we got it all set up and I hit the button again- but I forgot to set the timer... so that's pic #3.  Becky just chillin'   And then... finally we got it!  :)   I just thought you should know what kind of effort went into this."

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    You get the idea.

    So the April shirt was really late coming in and was quickly followed by the May shirt so I had both in my mailbox ready to send to the girls when I realized Becky would be in Fayetteville the next week -- so I decided to save on postage and send them home with her. Good plan. So I left them down in my mailbox that week and went to get them the day before Becky would arrive in town. They weren't there! Someone had taken one of each of them. There's only one each of the April and May shirts. So I check with my mailbox-mate. Nothing. I check in with Creative to see if there are extras. Nothing. So, Tuesday of this week, I sent out the following email to the entire agency:

    Someone has picked up a set of TMCF Dirty Dozen shirts from my mailbox downstairs. There were 2 of each from the last 2 months -- 1 each is missing. If you've picked them up by mistake (or not by mistake) please put them back where you found them. My little sisters, who so look forward to receiving their T-shirts in the mail each month, are going to be very disappointed if you don't. 
     
    I have had no response. Someone stole my Tshirts! And they were for charity! What is wrong with people? So now I have to break it to Becky and Laura. And I'll get no funny matching-Tshirt pictures. There's actually a small investigation being waged at work -- concerning the missing Tshirts. I'll keep you updated.
     
    If you want in on the Tshirts -- they're one-of-a-kind -- you should let me know. They send out the next month's design every 30 days for people to order. It's fun. And let me know if you have information leading to the recovery of the missing shirts. Bastards.

     

  • On the Wagon - Day #4

    So I haven't had any Diet Coke since Sunday. I've been jazzercising and walking and my pants still aren't fitting as well as I'd like -- so Jeff suggested I shock my system with something unexpected. We came up with 'no soda' and so far so good. I haven't had the headaches I thought I would - but I have been some kinda tired all week. Virtually no caffeine for 4 days. It's wearing me out. That and now I have to identify a new Lovemark.

    I did have a small incident this week involving Diet Coke. Jeff has added it to my (apparently) long list of "expensive accidents" -- so it's not as funny as I thought it was initially, but it's worth sharing. (Other things on the list of expensive accidents include my first digital camera, my most recent cell phone, and the Toyota 4runner I once owned.)

    So for uninteresting reasons I have had a can of Diet Coke in my car since last week. It has been either rolling around the passenger side floorboards or occupying one of two cup holders and causing no trouble. Until Tuesday. I got in the car after work - headed to dinner and a movie with my friend Angela - and the can in the cup holder had mutated. The top of the can had expanded up in a small cone shape. The aluminum was clearly stretched to the limit. So I thought about this for a minute and decided that there was really no way to pick up the can without compressing it and making it explode. So I chose to leave it in the cupholder -- planning to go out to the car that evening after the weather had cooled a bit, and I would dispose of the can. This plan was never carried out. I got in the car, pulled out of the parking lot behind Angela and headed to Cool Water. Approximately 30 seconds after pulling onto 71B in Springdale -- the can exploded. In the car. While I was driving. The noise was incredible. I thought I had been shot -- while at the same time being drenched by hot soda. It was everywhere. On my face, in my hair, all over my clothes, dripping from the ceiling... So after I realize that I have not, in fact, been shot-- I recover enough to call Angela in the car in front of me and tell her she should head to my house as I probably need to change clothes before we go out in public.

    The good news is it turned out to be a not-so-expensive accident. The Diet Coke came out of the ceiling with nothing but water, and as I discover more spots in various places in the car -- they are coming off easily with nothing but water.

    Laura thinks it's a sign. From the Diet Coke gods. We can't determine if it's a sign that I should continue to stay away from DC or that I should give up my boycott and go back to my gallon-a-day habit. Hmm.

  • The Champ

    So I attended some research in Dallas last week for work. We flew in Wednesday night in time for supper and margaritas, and crashed for the night. Thursday was an ENTIRE day of focus groups - in 2 hour increments. Each group was a different "Stage of Mom". For example, the first group was all Prenatal Moms (women pregnant with their first baby). We set up camp in the viewing room - where we were brought lunch, dinner, snacks -- no leaving the room. Until 10pm! Long day. Very informative research, but very exhausting few days.

    The real excitement of the week started on Wednesday night at dinner -- when I started running my mouth about the Gallon of Milk Challenge. Our P&G Business Team Leader (who also attended the research) - Keith - has done this. Successfully. With whole milk. For those of you not familiar with the Challenge -- the idea is to drink a gallon of milk in 1 hour, without the milk being "rejected" from your body. According to various reliable internet sources - this is nearly impossible. Keith has done it. So he starts giving me the "it's harder than it looks" speech to which I continue to sass him about how I know I can do it, blah blah. He writes me off as a crazy person and we continue with dinner.

    So Thursday in the viewing room there's all kinds of snacks and crackers and what not. Mick (my client - who's in cahoots with Keith) scoots a foot-tall canister of Peanut M&Ms over to me during one of the groups and whispers "15 minutes". I tell him I can do it in less than that -- and don't want to embarrass him. I look over later and the M&Ms are half gone -- so that bet is out. Later in the day, he scoots a jar of Reeses Peanut Butter cups to me and says "3 minutes". I'm in on this one. He starts laughing and has me count them. 21 Reeses Peanut Butter cups. In 3 minutes. That's the bet. He gets the whole group into it. During a break - we document who is in for what amount -- who is backing me and who is on Mick and Keith's side. They agree that I, as the Prize Fighter, should get paid regardless. So the bet is on. Mick and Keith keep telling me that it is a physical impossibility and that they don't want me to get sick on the business trip, yada yada. They also throw in a rule - AFTER I agreed to do it. Nothing to drink. Fine. Bring it.

    So Friday morning we had one more group then a debrief. We had ordered lunch - and it would be here any minute. Everyone agrees this is the time for the showdown. So the leader of the research, Bob -- unwraps all of the Reeses and brings them to me on a silver platter. Everyone on my side is cheering and telling me that it's a piece of cake -- while Mick and Keith are nervously pacing the room like they're about to see someone either puke everywhere or go into diabetic shock.

    So the timer starts and I start eating. And wouldn't you know - it's a LOT harder than it looks. Time is ticking and my throat is filling up with this dry yet oily peanutty substance and I can't drink anything but I'm sure not about to give up after all the smack I've talked over the past day or two. About halfway through, I'm thinking this has got to be the most disgusting feeling there is. The hard part is not the chewing or the sugar -- it's the swallowing. It is almost impossible to physically swallow that much candy and peanut butter and crap -- but I did it. They started counting down the last 10 seconds and all I had to do at that point was swallow everything -- and I did it. When it was over I stuck out my tongue at them to prove that I did it and everyone cheered. Mick and Keith came over and shook my hand as they muttered under their breaths that they can't believe they just saw that. It was awesome. 

    The lunch I had ordered was Sushi - which I clearly couldn't eat. I drank a lot of water and swallowed every few seconds through the rest of the debrief.  I had sugar shock for the next 20 minutes or so then crashed. I don't remember a single minute of the flight home - I was out. And by the time we got home -- 8 hours or so later -- the oily peanut butter taste was beginning to fade from my throat.

    I challenge any of you out there who think "that it can't be that hard" -- try it. I was a nay-sayer, too.

    I'm ready for the gallon of milk.  

  • This is one of the funnier videos of Pres Bush that I've seen. (Note: This is NOT a political statement on my part.)

  • Why Does Her Money Scare the Art World?
    Alice Walton is a billionaire, and she's building a major museum in small-town Bentonville, Ark. That makes the art elites a little jumpy.


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    Hannah Thomson (left); rendering by John Horner

    Wal-Mart heiress Walton (right), and a model of her Crystal Bridges art museum


    By Cathleen McGuigan
    Newsweek

    June 18, 2007 issue - Alice Walton made a deal last November to buy Thomas Eakins's 1876 masterpiece "The Gross Clinic" from Jefferson Medical College in Philadelphia for $68 million. Walton (Sam's daughter and Wal-Mart heiress) wanted it not for her living room but to hang in the public museum she's creating in her hometown of Bentonville, Ark. "This is the holy grail of American painting," said John Wilmerding, a trustee of the National Gallery and Walton's art adviser. But Wilmerding should have remembered that the holy grail is elusive. When news of the sale broke, the City of Brotherly Love went ballistic. Thanks to a clause in the deal, Philadelphia was given 45 days to match the price. Locals turned their pockets inside out, whether it was an art student's dropping a few bucks in a coffee can or the Annenberg Foundation's rushing a $10 million gift. Anne d'Harnoncourt, director of the Philadelphia Museum of Art, thought losing "The Gross Clinic" would be like Amsterdam's losing Rembrandt's "The Night Watch." The huge, dramatic painting of Dr. Samuel Gross, gesturing to medical students with his bloody scalpel as he performs surgery, "is a picture that's all knotted up with Philadelphia and its excellence," says Philadelphia Museum curator Kathleen Foster. "It's about teaching, medicine and the fine arts, all still important in this city." With the help of a bridge loan, the Philadelphia Museum and the Pennsylvania Academy of the Fine Arts managed to buy the painting away from Walton. It is hanging now at the Academy, where Eakins was both a student and a teacher (and where he was fired in 1886 for removing a male model's loincloth during a class with female students). Walton had to settle for a beautiful consolation prize: a smaller, richly detailed Eakins portrait of Dr. Benjamin Rand for a reported $20 million.



    The idea that a great work of art could stir up such civic outpouring in our globalized, digitized age is a wonderful notion. But can a city claim cultural patrimony? With artwork commonly crisscrossing national borders, when does such a local argument make sense? "The whole concept of cultural property and what it means is an extraordinarily complex issue," says Arnold Lehman, director of the Brooklyn Museum. "Is it fair for an individual to buy a painting for an institution and remove it to another city? There's not a right or wrong answer."

    Walton's taste, determination and deep pockets are clearly making some people in the art world very nervous. Art patrons say it's great that she's founding a museum in the heartland—but when the richest woman in America (estimated worth: $15.5 billion) snaps up a beloved painting from the Eastern establishment and wants to truck it back to Arkansas, many of those same patrons freak out. And it may not be just a question of cultural patrimony. Isn't there a whiff of cultural snobbery here—a little like the exasperation expressed not long ago by Wal-Mart's CEO H. Lee Scott Jr. over his failure to crack Manhattan's resistance to opening one of his stores?

    In Bentonville (population: 28,000 and growing), construction has begun on the museum itself, which Walton (who would not be interviewed) calls Crystal Bridges. Walton, 57, lives on a 3,200-acre ranch near Ft. Worth, Texas, where she raises champion cutting horses. She has long nursed a love of art, as a serious watercolorist and as someone who's been collecting art for 25 years. Her museum, designed by the Boston-based architect Moshe Safdie, will be a complex of six glass-and-wood pavilions, with two ponds and a sculpture garden, that's set within a 100-acre, partly wooded site, to take advantage of the natural beauty of the surroundings. When it opens in late 2009, it is expected to draw 250,000 visitors a year to Bentonville, according to museum estimates. The collection of American art that Walton is assembling includes Native American and regional pieces, and ranges from the Colonial era into the 20th century. "She's intensely involved in telling the story of America through its art," says Safdie.

    But the art world is still not sure what to make of Walton. The Brooklyn Museum is currently host to a splendid exhibition of the Hudson River School painter Asher B. Durand—and the centerpiece is a loan from Walton of Durand's best-known work, "Kindred Spirits." When Walton bought it in 2005 for a reported $35 million from the New York Public Library, where it had hung for a century, she created a tempest similar to the one in Philadelphia. And when Walton turns up in a distant city to look at art, the locals can get jumpy. Last month the newspaper in Lynchburg, Va., gave a detailed account of her private jet's flight plan after it was spotted at the airport—supposedly because she was checking out the fine collection at Randolph-Macon College's Maier Museum of Art.

    Starting a museum from scratch is a daunting task. "There's not a high amount of high-quality material out there," says John Walsh, former director of the Getty in Los Angeles, who led that cash-rich new museum in the 1980s (and took some heat for some purchases). "But the sheer amount of money she has to spend will get her a high proportion of what she wants over time." Walton appears to be a careful shopper who's turned down second-rate examples of first-rate artists—and she's not willing to pay the moon just because she can. In 2005, the Nelson-Atkins Museum in Kansas City, Mo., joined with Walton to bid at Sotheby's on a "really terrific Grant Wood landscape," according to Nelson-Atkins director Marc Wilson. But the bidding went beyond their cap of $7 million, and they didn't get the picture. "She's a smart businesswoman," says Wilson. "She does not go out there limitless.''

    Walton has still managed to assemble an enormous amount of art for the museum. "We could open tomorrow," says a source who asked not to be named discussing the museum so far in advance of the opening. "We've got a lot!" The collection includes Gilbert Stuart, Winslow Homer, Edward Hopper and Georgia O'Keeffe. Though the museum will exhibit some abstract art and contemporary work—Walton has commissioned a site-specific piece from James Turrell, for example—most of the 20th-century painting will focus on American realism (Norman Rockwell, Andrew Wyeth and Thomas Hart Benton, among others). The collection will continue to evolve. "This is not the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum in Boston, a collection frozen in time by the founder," says executive director Robert Workman.

    Despite the controversies over "Kindred Spirits" and "The Gross Clinic," Walton is earning the respect of a number of museum directors—partly because she's going out of her way to be collegial. She's sharing her treasures: she not only lent "Kindred Spirits" to the Durand show, but she is allowing a rare suite of Colonial portraits of the Levy-Franks family to go on view at the Jewish Museum in New York. In a gracious gesture, her beautiful Eakins portrait of Dr. Rand is now on loan at the Philadelphia Museum. And Crystal Bridges is counting on borrowing art from other museums and private collectors to fill gaps while it continues to build its collection, as well as sharing temporary exhibitions with other museums. Last week Walton turned up at the gala opening of the new wing of the Nelson-Atkins in Kansas City, socializing easily—and taking in every detail of the design, right down to the floors in the galleries. "Alice is the latest star in our constellation," says Wilson. Maybe even a kindred spirit.

    © 2007 Newsweek, Inc. |  Subscribe to Newsweek

  • We experienced a new level of social interaction this weekend - 'the couples outing'. This is a social function I was only vaguely aware of before I was married and I certainly didn't understand all of its intricacies. We went out Saturday night with 5 other couples. At least one member of every couple works with me through P&G.

    Couple things. We don't "go to dinner". We eat supper on our coffee table while we watch TV -- something that took me years to accept as I would NEVER have been allowed to do this at home. If we eat out on Dickson it's a stop at Jimmy Johns at 2 in the morning. Also - we were the only non-P&Gers, which was no big deal -- as Arkansans easily bond over things like football, the Hogs and Johnny Cash.

    One thing that wasn't an issue -- that surprised me -- was the fact that we don't have kids. Only one couple in the group has kids and had to get home to relieve the babysitter. The rest of us went out after dinner and... enjoyed not having kids.

    I'm sure this is only the first of several "couples" outings for us -- and it's something I could get used to. It's quite different from our usual nights out on the town. For one, it was Saturday night. We typically don't go out on Saturdays - rather Fridays. So this weekend we had the double double - which wore us out completely. Sunday was a lot of napping.

    Also of note:

    • The Sopranos finale was last night. I can't decide whether or not I liked it. It was unexpected, for sure.
    • Becky gets here tomorrow!
    • Float/Camping Trip planned for 2-3 July. If you will be around - let me know.

  • Funny for you.

    I can't figure out how to post this video directly into this space -- so here's the link. Enjoy.

    FREAKING HILARIOUS.

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    AC (Adult Content)

    AL (Adult Language)

    GL (Graphic Language)

  • I saw this on a church marquee on my way to work just now.

    Don't let yesterday use up today.

  • Happy Memorial Day!

    We hosted the 2nd Annual Memorial Day Weekend Float Trip to the Elk River on Sunday. The weather threatened to ruin the day -- and it was pretty cloudy all day, but otherwise perfect and we had a blast. On the shuttle to the top of the river, we were greeted by a sign that was too funny to describe so I lifted it in order to share with you...

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    Here's one of the whole crew. Ryan and Allison, Aeja and Logan, Angela, Sarah and Jeff.

     

     

     

     

     

    You'll notice there's an odd number. Angela, Jeff and I shared a canoe -- and none of us were adequately prepared for the weight distribution of 3 people..

     

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    This was taken just after the first (and worst) of several "tumps". Angela tells me "tump" is indeed a word -- it's a hybrid of 'tip' and 'dump'.

     

     

     

     

     

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    I have never had an appropriate opportunity to use the "shoot and select" mode on my camera -- until this weekend. It takes pictures in rapid succession -- like a flip book. Aeja, Logan and Jeff decided to jump off a bridge about halfway down the river so I tried it out.

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    The first try didn't work and I only got one photo. If you look closely -- you can make out Jeff in black shorts, Logan is diving, and Aeja is behind him.

     

     

     

     

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    For those of you in the GK fan club -- rest assured he and Don will be on the next trip -- they were both working this weekend!

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    Any and all of you who plan on being in the area this summer are invited to come hang out at the river. We have become quite the river rats! Don't you worry though -- I spent Monday getting washed and pedicured so that I'd feel normal again.

  • Harry Truman, Doris Day, Red China, Johnny Ray
    South Pacific, Walter Winchell, Joe DiMaggio

    Joe McCarthy, Richard Nixon, Studebaker, Television
    North Korea, South Korea, Marilyn Monroe

    Rosenbergs, H Bomb, Sugar Ray, Panmunjom
    Brando, The King And I, and The Catcher In The Rye

    Eisenhower, Vaccine, England's got a new queen
    Maciano, Liberace, Santayana goodbye

    We didn't start the fire
    It was always burning
    Since the world's been turning
    We didn't start the fire
    No we didn't light it
    But we tried to fight it

    Joseph Stalin, Malenkov, Nasser and Prokofiev
    Rockefeller, Campanella, Communist Bloc

    Roy Cohn, Juan Peron, Toscanini, Dancron
    Dien Bien Phu Falls, Rock Around the Clock

    Einstein, James Dean, Brooklyn's got a winning team
    Davy Crockett, Peter Pan, Elvis Presley, Disneyland

    Bardot, Budapest, Alabama, Khrushchev
    Princess Grace, Peyton Place, Trouble in the Suez

    We didn't start the fire
    It was always burning
    Since the world's been turning
    We didn't start the fire
    No we didn't light it
    But we tried to fight it

    Little Rock, Pasternak, Mickey Mantle, Kerouac
    Sputnik, Chou En-Lai, Bridge On The River Kwai

    Lebanon, Charles de Gaulle, California baseball
    Starkwether, Homicide, Children of Thalidomide
    Buddy Holly, Ben Hur, Space Monkey, Mafia
    Hula Hoops, Castro, Edsel is a no-go

    U2, Syngman Rhee, payola and Kennedy
    Chubby Checker, Psycho, Belgians in the Congo

    We didn't start the fire
    It was always burning
    Since the world's been turning
    We didn't start the fire
    No we didn't light it
    But we tried to fight it

    Hemingway, Eichman, Stranger in a Strange Land
    Dylan, Berlin, Bay of Pigs invasion

    Lawrence of Arabia, British Beatlemania
    Ole Miss, John Glenn, Liston beats Patterson

    Pope Paul, Malcolm X, British Politician sex
    J.F.K. blown away, what else do I have to say

    We didn't start the fire
    It was always burning
    Since the world's been turning
    We didn't start the fire
    No we didn't light it
    But we tried to fight it

    Birth control, Ho Chi Minh, Richard Nixon back again
    Moonshot, Woodstock, Watergate, punk rock
    Begin, Reagan, Palestine, Terror on the airline
    Ayatollah's in Iran, Russians in Afghanistan

    Wheel of Fortune, Sally Ride, heavy metal, suicide
    Foreign debts, homeless Vets, AIDS, Crack, Bernie Goetz
    Hypodermics on the shores, China's under martial law
    Rock and Roller cola wars, I can't take it anymore

    We didn't start the fire
    It was always burning
    Since the world's been turning
    We didn't start the fire
    No we didn't light it
    But we tried to fight it