The real obscenities on this planet have very little to do with sex.

Hugh M. Hefner, pipe-smoking provocateur for
beauty and truth
, 2009 (born on this date in 1926)


John Cale - The Moon
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Full moon tonight. Watch for little sprightly otays.

“The Moon” by Jack Kerouac.
Music and voice by John Cale for Kerouac – Kicks Joy Darkness, 1997.

The moon her magic be, big sad face
Of infinity  An illuminated clay ball
Manifesting many gentlemanly remarks

She kicks a star, clouds foregather
In Scimitar shape, to round her
Cradle out, upsidedown any old time

You can also let the moon fool you
With imaginary orange-balls
Of blazing imaginary light in fright

As eyeballs, hurt & foregathered,
Wink to the wince of the seeing
Of a little sprightly otay

Which projects spikes of light
Out the round smooth blue balloon
Ball full of mountains and moons

Deep as the ocean, high as the moon,
Low as the lowliest river lagoon
Fish in the Tar and pull in the Spar

Billy de Bud and Hanshan Emperor
And all wall moongazers since
Daniel Machree, Yeats see

Gaze at the moon ocean marking
the face -
In some cases
The moon is you
In any case
The moon

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How one man learned to stop worrying and love the Pin

A single, straight man walks into a bar filled with enthusiastic, social females and he…walks out. This is no joke. This is the way many men, who otherwise use a multitude of social media networks, feel about Pinterest. Currently, women make up about 82% of active users on the site.

I requested, and was granted, a Printerest account a month or so ago. At first, I too was skeptical. I mean, what was with all the hype? And what was with all the recipes? It seemed like a direct feed from Martha Stewart’s brain. That said, there was no denying the slickness of the interface. It’s the nut that the developers at Printerest ultimately cracked: the interface design and user experience (on any device) is strikingly elegant and just plain fun. (Both designers and engineers use that term, “elegant,” and it applies here in every way possible.)

For me, however, the surprise of Pinterest is not so much that women are there in droves, it’s that men are not.

In an era when the male of the species seems inordinately confused by the state of the female—questioning her wants and needs, her dreams and idiosyncrasies—the answers are in the daily “pins” and “re-pins” of more than a million women worldwide. I realized this fact when my own pins were “repinned” by other users. These were not “friends” I had connected (a la Facebook) with or “colleagues” I had known (per LinkedIn). These were people who didn’t know me or anything about me. They simply saw the image on one of my Pinterest “boards” and wanted to make it part of their own. That was flattering, in and of itself.

What really woke me were the names of the repinners: “Marilyn Caruthers repinned your pin on Pinterest,” read the email subject line. Another one, moments later, read: “Allison Mays + 5 others repinned your pin…” The names of repinners that followed, and has continued following, reads like the graduating class of Smith College: “Mary Bianchi, Danielle Grieves, Olivia England, Deborah Wagner, Sharon Hutson, Diane Riley, Mary Scott, Alieen Quach, Allison Murphy, Jennifer Brown, Kristina Zwan, Nicole Kalisker, Meghan Blahham, Debra Morin,” and on and on!

Gentlemen, this is where the ladies are. Where are you? Afraid that you’ll have to wade through pages of Paris couture when all you really want to do is save your favorite photo of Larry Bird from ESPN.com? Fact is, like any social tool, Pinterest is what you make it. Want to limit your experience to guns and sports? Lock and load. Want to just pin images of cars you’ve owned (or want to own), single malt scotches you’ve sipped, or (like me) golf courses you’ve played? You are what you pin.

But, aside from the obvious (and undeniable) joy of pinning images you love, the surprise of Pinterest is seeing what other people love…and the huge range of interests in this rapidly growing universe. The fact that so many of them are women only adds to its attraction for men who simply want to know what the other half is thinking. It may not always be so but, today, it’s a vivid education.

Artie Shaw & His Gramercy Five - Summit Ridge Drive
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If Mozart made jazz, it might have been this

In 1938, Artie Shaw and his second big band recorded Begin The Beguine, which helped make him one of the biggest stars in Swing. He fled the stardom just 16 months later (his second of many self-imposed exiles from the music business). He returned in 1940, refreshed, with a new band and new ideas. One such idea was a small group featuring, instead of piano, harpsichord (played spryly by pianist Johnny Guarnieri). Surprisingly, the “classical” instrument added a fresh bounce to the initial Gramercy Five sides.

The song was composed and arranged by Shaw and titled after the Beverly Hills street he resided on (and where the sextet had rehearsed the night before the track was recorded): Summit Ridge Drive. The accompanying photo shows the 29 year-old Shaw and his new wife, 19 year-old Lana Turner, in front of the same location, following their first-date elopement in February 1940. Sadly, by the time the song was recorded, they were already divorced. Such was the “neo-classical” life on Summit Ridge Drive.

Artie Shaw & His Gramercy Five: Artie Shaw (clarinet); Billy Butterfield (trumpet); Johnny Guarnieri (harpsichord); Al Hendrikson (guitar); Jud DeNaut (bass); Nick Fatool (drums). Recorded in Hollywood on September 3, 1940.

Appears on: TomCat Special Edition Jazz Mix: Clarinet Marmalade

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These are priceless pieces of my past that I did not know existed: black and white photographs from the day of my Catholic baptism. They were taken in front of my parents’ home in San Jose (with their new Ford Fairlane in the driveway).

The group shot is the only known photograph of my paternal grandfather and myself (left to right): my mother, me (aged 6 months), my sister (aged 8), my maternal aunt and uncle (godparents), my father and my grandfather. Everyone (and everything) seems young—including the leafy sycamore trees, which for decades gave us shade in the Summer and fits in the Fall. The other photos are their own treasures—my proud parents with their second contribution to the baby boom. 

We love Bernbach, but we live Hopkins.

Writing for B2B clients is all about uncovering the details—and that’s scientific, not artistic. The challenge is making it fresh, or funny. But there’s no denying that we follow in the footsteps not of Bill Bernbach, but of Claude Hopkins.

Claude Hopkins, the 20th century advertising pioneer, insisted that his copywriters research their clients’ products in order to produce “reason-why” copy. In his 1923 book, Scientific Advertising, he wrote: “Promise, big promise, is still the heart and soul of every good ad. Because advertising’s first job ISN’T to be admired. Its job is to sell. And nothing does that—art or no art—better than a benefit clearly expressed.”

Bill Bernbach—hero to generations of copywriters—founded DDB in 1949, built unforgettable campaigns, and revolutionized the way ads were created for the next half-century. In a break from the Hopkins tradition, he wrote, “Advertising is fundamentally persuasion and persuasion happens to be not a science, but an art.” 

Frank Sinatra - You'd Be So Easy To Love
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Love is better when Sinatra sings about it.

In celebration of Valentine’s Day, here’s a swinging reminder of what romance really sounds like. Written by Cole Porter, “You’d Be So Easy To Love” was recorded in Hollywood on December 20, 1960 for Reprise Records. Frank Sinatra, vocal; Johnny Mandel, conductor/arranger.

Appears on: TomCat Jazz Mix 2011

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