Since the day of your birth, the treasure of my essence has always been found in your presence.
“Tempus fugit” is a lean Latin phrase that means: “Time Flies”
It’s an ancient expression meant to remind that our lives are defined by the irreversible flow of limited time.
Through the great gusts of your heroic history, you must hold onto every hope and dream. They should burn brightly in the daylight and through the dusk of your existence. …
One year ago today, I took this shot, within the rumbling ramble of New York City, before the dark and stormy deaths of 525,000 succumbed to airborne illness.
Grim did not yet grieve telekinetically. Electronically. From afar.
One year ago today, when a cough was a consideration. A sneeze, a salute. Neither was known as the calculated calling card that causes us to leap.
The kind that has led to 2.6 million fatalities unfathomable.
One year ago today, before the pandemic protruded and protracted our promising everyday’s, the first case of Covid was registered in Virginia.
It forced us indoors…
For as long as I can remember, I harbored a fiery fascination for Shakespeare’s powerful tale of a wicked deformed king and his conquests both on the battlefield and in the boudoir.
In 1990, I was plucked to perform the title role of Richard III at the British American Drama Academy. Led by the legendary Michael Langham (Artistic Director of the Stratford Shakespeare Festival, Guthrie Theater, Juilliard Drama School) and performing before Royal Shakespeare Company elite’s Jeremy Irons, Fiona Shaw, Julian Glover, Charles Dance, and Simon Callow, most young men might have been deterred by the winter of discontent.
Working for old-school power publicist Peggy Siegal in a gleaming glass tower known as the Grace building nestled high above Bryant Park, the mostly female staff was in short supply. Peggy’s notoriously brusque personality left many cold, and it took a certain kind of steel to stay employed. On this day, in the late-Nineties, Peggy was typically tyrannical, brash, and boisterous.
“You!” she spits my way.
“Take the Warner Brother’s account.”
The task meant reaching out to a galaxy of A-list twinklers to entice their arrival to the premiere of “Batman.” …
As I witness my boy wonder tame a tilting toe-to-toe, a tenable truth divines:
“Don’t look back, you’re not going that way.”
If this pandemic has taught us anything, it’s the power of the punch. Not only those hit hard, knocked upon their heels, but the kind efficaciously thrown back.
Strength, the type it takes to keep slugging when all seems lost, is sacred. The flabbergast of fortune is found within the surprise you‘re still standing squarely within a hurricane of haymakers.
Our spirit, both yours and mine, are fibrils — primal and proud — which…
When my family relocated to the humid heat of Houston, Texas in the late 1970s, I learned a deadly new phrase:
All too quickly I came to understand the second largest state practiced a correctional method that left many rear ends red.
Corporal punishment was meant to serve in much the same way a film like “Scared Straight” might fearfully flicker.
After one or two whoppings, you’d never want to darken your principal’s doorstep again.
But I was a competitive sort of snot and since I could not achieve academic excellence or win the state’s championship, it didn’t…
Entrepreneurial Air Guitar, Conquering Creative Castles in the Sky and the Parachute of Perspective
Risk is the ongoing obstacle in every entrepreneur’s existential existence and owning your own agency is akin to the uncertain curtain of skydiving.
Business, my friends, is for the birds.
As I approached the magnificent mile marker of my 50th birthday, I made the diabolical decision to throw myself out of a perfectly good airplane in order to rattle these bashful bones.
I jumped not just for joy, but to reclaim the jangling Jupiter of high adventure necessary to steer the ship. …
Within an industry traditionally slow to transform, Public Relations needs a radical rebellion and must defend — and extend — its existing business.
Austrian Economist Joseph Schumpter coined the term “creative destruction” which describes the process of young, entrepreneurial companies sweeping away large incumbent enterprises akin to old men losing vitality as they age. This process of industrial mutation has reverberated and the street is littered with the likes of Blockbuster, Tower Records, Polaroid, and Sears: Industries who did not heed innovations call.
The province of Public Relations faces similar devaluation. Have this industry’s greatest innovations over the past two…