Monthly Archives: August 2010

Earlier this year, I had the pleasure of doing a little personal branding for Nailah Blades (aka The Polka Dot Coach). She’s a stellar human being — a career coach with a background in strategic planning and the sole proprietor … Continue reading

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Crunch. Squeak. Slam. August has hit the brakes. Can’t quite recall what happened this past month? Me neither. Good thing there’s Google. And the “filter by month” post feature in WordPress. Without further ado … here’s a hand-picked bouquet of … Continue reading

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Some people are so damn cute you just wanna Lennie* them. I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting Amy Estes (aka Just A Titch) in person yet, but I’m pretty damn sure she is 100% grade-A Lennie material. Just look … Continue reading

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Holy hotcakes! I just realized that my blog-o-versary is 17 days away. I feel compelled to celebrate, as only a gay / groovy / Swedish / Jewish / scholarly / smutty / socially-conscious / writer / editor / organization freak … Continue reading

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I spend the majority of my waking hours pumping people up + pimping people out: revamping their brands, helping them hustle and crafting the right taglines, logos and bios to broadcast their talents. Clients often bubble into my inbox when … Continue reading

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Writing to you from my brother’s Brooklyn crash pad, surrounded by amiable Boston Terriers and waves of futuristic euphoria. A couple life updates. Dig in. Gigs + Rates. I’ve recently taken on a couple of long-term, ongoing clients (most notably … Continue reading

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I’m in Brooklyn till the 21st of August. Sweltering. Scuzzy. Sumptuous. I’ll be dog-sitting a little gremlin named Pip… And eating toasted bagels with vegetable crudité + belly lox… And listening to Usher’s “Raymond Vs. Raymond” album on repeat. Forevvvvs… If … Continue reading

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Today is my 122nd day of full-time freelancery. Approximately 112 out of those 122 days have been hip-shakingly, mind-blowingly, eye-poppingly awesome. But the remaining 10? Oy vey. Massive, puffy-eyed, sobbing freak-out sessions. The kind where you call your mom, when … Continue reading

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