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Meet You in New Orleans

Friday, May 28th, 2010

I am not a member of Greenpeace, The World Wildlife Foundation or Save The Whales. Fact is, I have been a pretty bad proponent regarding our environment and the green effort. I have not been as bad as saying “hey I will not be here so what do I care,” but I haven’t exactly had environment on the top of any priority list. I am not sure if it’s because I am getting older or if it is the media attention or if it is that I have spent so much time in the Gulf Coast states, but I am sickened by what is happening in that region with the oil spill that in no way is just a spill…it is a flat out flood of oil. A leak is what I have when I see an oil puddle in my driveway!

I am obsessed with the situation. I get up early to see the latest news. I stay up late just to make sure that I have the most information. I am constantly checking Twitter for updates and information. I am online looking at graphic and obscene photo galleries of birds, crabs and turtles trapped in black muck, helpless and dying. Those who know me well realize that this is not my norm. Those who know me understand that usually the only thing I get so passionate about is Little League baseball, the Boston Red Sox and my kids. I have now looked into how I can contribute to save wildlife. I am wondering how I can help down there. I want to ask my bosses for a leave so I can get on a plane and get my butt down there and in this order, yell at the BP CEO and give him some PR advice, put on a pair of shorts and fishing boots and rescue anything living. Then, I want to spend time talk to all the fishermen, business men and women and residents and brainstorm how to deal with this situation. I want to use my PR experiences in helping them.

The anger and frustration that I have is overwhelming me. Each time I turn CNN on and see the live shot from the Gulf floor with oil, mud and god knows what else spewing, I get more upset. For the first time in my life I want to do more than just talk, blog and be frustrated. I am compelled to do something more than just sending a check. This is our country, our water, our wildlife and our businesses. This is not affecting just people in the Gulf Coast, this is affecting all of us and will for generations to come. In the time that it has taken you to read this blog, god knows how many barrels of oil have poured out of the “leak.”

Help me help our environment. Let’s act. Let’s talk to government officials, let’s offer our time, our brains and our brawn to do something. I want to hear what you think we should do in actions and practices. This is the only environment we have and we can’t just sit back and say others will handle this. Let’s act—let’s, move, let’s converge and help out our fellow Americans, our land and our environment. Meet you in New Orleans.

To find out more information about how to help, go to Everyday Wildlife Champions or Matter of Trust.

A Captivating Audience at 30,000 Feet

Wednesday, May 5th, 2010

Recently my husband and I vacationed to Mexico. Having not been on an airplane in more than a year, I was shocked at the amount of advertising all around me, sky high at 30,000 feet. On the news almost every day we’ve been hearing stories about airlines charging extra for baggage, merging airlines and new rules and regulations inconveniencing passengers – clearly the airline industry is hurting and they are looking for new sources of revenue. These days it is the norm for airlines to sell advertising space on the interior and exterior of the plane, installing ads in hard-to-miss places. I read that US Airways said that it can raise about $20 million annually from all of its in-flight advertising – wow!

On all four of our flights, I noticed there were ads on the tray tables, a totally new concept to me. I had heard that airlines were advertising on tray tables, but never before had I seen them in-flight. On flights longer than one hour, 9 out of 10 passengers use their tray tables for 15 minutes or longer and if you are my husband, the tray table is down for nearly the entire flight with the ads just staring him down. According to research by Triad Consulting Group, 92 percent of airline passengers were able to recall in-flight ads after their flight. Companies from Mercedes-Benz, Kenneth Cole, The History Channel to Verizon have recently utilized airline tray table advertising. After all, we are a captive audience, exposed to in-flight ads for hours at a time while up in the air.

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In-flight advertising is not new, however until now, passengers used to be able to easily turn their heads from the ad on the screen or quickly turn the page of their in-flight magazine if they wanted to avoid ads. These days, not only do airline carriers sell ad space on the interior and exterior of tray tables and seatbacks, but they have also turned the exterior of planes into flying billboards, overhead luggage compartments into oversized ads, sold ad space on napkins and during in-flight entertainment. I read that some airlines have even experimented with ads printed on the outside of the airsick bags. I would think that the airsick bag advertising wouldn’t be as effective as others. I can’t imagine getting sick on a plane and feeling well enough to read the ad on the side of the bag and then be able to recall what the ad was for! To me, advertising on airsick bags is like saying our product is only as good as what’s in this bag.

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Ryanair, a European low-cost carrier, sells ad space on planes as a way to offer marketers an effective way to reach consumers who have cash to spend and who are increasingly difficult to influence via traditional media like television and newspapers. Ryanair is one of the airlines that sells the space on the overhead compartments.

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On our flights not only were there advertisements on our tray tables and on napkins, but the flight attendants were pitching their rewards program credit card to passengers. Over the static and fading in and out of the intercom, we had to listen to the attendants hard sell the airline program and credit card while the other attendants walked up and down the aisle handing out applications. The only way I could avoid the sales pitch was by closing my eyes and turning my MP3 player on with the volume high.

When I fly I like to use the opportunity to relax and unwind – it is the only time travelling when I don’t have to answer my cell phone, check emails, talk to anyone or really do anything. The last thing I want to see are advertisements shouting in my face. What I will tell you however, is that I would rather see the airlines make up lost revenue by selling advertising anywhere in-flight than increasing already expensive airfare.

What Happened to the Budweiser of Old?

Thursday, February 11th, 2010

I’m sure like me a lot of you noticed the Super Bowl was dominated by commercials of Budweiser and Bud Light, some of which I thought were funny, but I say what happened to the old days? I remember a time when the Bud Bowl (featuring Bud vs. Bud Light) was more popular than the halftime show. Here’s a brief snap shot of how the eight Bud Bowls played out:

Bud Bowl I (1989): Budweiser 27 Bud Light 24
– Bob Costas & Paul Maguire announcing

Bud Bowl II (1990): Budweiser 36 Bud Light 34
– Terry Bradshaw & Brent Musburger announcing

Bud Bowl III (1991) Bud Light 23 Budweiser 21
– Don Meredith, Keith Jackson, Chris Berman announcing

Bud Bowl IV (1992) Budweiser 27 Bud Light 24
– Chris Berman announcing

Bud Bowl V (1993) Budweiser 35 Bud Light 31
– Ahmad Rashad & Karen “Duff” Duffy announcing

Bud Bowl VI (1994) Bud Light 20 Budweiser 14
– Marv Albert announcing

Bud Bowl VII (1995) Budweiser 26, Bud Light 24
– Chris Berman announcing

Bud Bowl VIII (1997) Budweiser 27 Bud Light 24
– Howie Long & Ronnie Lott announcing

I appreciated the Bud Bowl because it combined most men’s favorite two pastimes: football and beer. What is better than football playing beer cans and bottles, right? I guess the rising price tags attached to these spots killed the whole Bud Bowl thing……or maybe it was Howie Long announcing…..could be either or both!

I also remember a time when Budweiser wasn’t represented by giant Clydesdales or some chirping frogs. Instead, its mascot was a white dog with a black spot around his eye named “ Spuds MacKenzie”. This dog could do everything, pick up beautiful women, water ski, and even run track and field!

Spuds was the James Bond of all dogs! So although I enjoyed a lot of this year’s Super Bowl spots, next year I’m looking for Bud Bowl and Spuds to make a comeback.

Grilled Cheese and the Buffalo Bills

Thursday, January 21st, 2010

To really no one’s surprise, the Buffalo Bills disappointed their fans with the hiring of head coach Chan Gailey. One “#Bills” search on Twitter reveals some of these gems:

@rpulvino – “Quote from ESPN Radio yesterday about #Bills hiring Chan Gailey: ‘The Bills went out to a fancy restaurant and ordered grilled cheese.’ ”

@MrRealTalkNoLie – “The #Bills hire #ChanGailey man are you effin serious? They could have gave that job to a deserving Coach like Leslie Frazier @hunterboyz”

@ryanobles – “Jim Rome: ‘Chan Gailey is surprised Chan Gailey is the new coach of the #Bills.’ ”

@MattJH2 – “According to ESPN, Schottenheimer & Billick both showed interest in the #Bills coaching position. Way to go, Ralph.”

Hey Chan Gailey could be good – He’s made the playoffs in 11 of the 15 seasons he has been a head coach or an assistant coach in the NFL, and gone to the Super Bowl 4 times. But, the bottom line is by hiring him, the Bills reaffirm their image as a cheap organization that doesn’t win, an organization that no premier coach or player really wants to be a part of. Until they start winning games, nothing they can say will change that perception, and to Gailey’s credit, that’s exactly what he said at his introductory press conference:

“I can’t say anything to change anybody’s mind,” he said. “All I can do is go try to help us win football games. If we win football games, everybody’s mind will be changed, right?”

One player who would help the Bills win football games is a great quarterback. I am not sure if Notre Dame QB Jimmy Clausen is that player, but I like this tweet from @timebouchard –

“Kiper has Jimmy Clausen going to the #Bills at #9 (1st mock draft), take it for what you will, but it’s certainly interesting.”

It certainly is interesting. A premier QB will give the Bills a chance to order fancy food at that fancy restaurant, and all will be forgotten about the bad teams they have had for the past decade. Without a premier quarterback though, it’s going to be another decade of grilled cheese and Denny’s Grand Slams®.

Draft day can’t come soon enough.

Even With His Admission of Guilt, Mark McGwire Continues to Lie

Thursday, January 14th, 2010

When Mark McGwire finally decided earlier this week to fess up to something everybody already knew, that he used steroids during his baseball career, I wasn’t very impressed with his apology.

McGwire’s PR plan was well thought out, orchestrated by former White House Press Secretary Ari Fleischer. A written statement in McGwire’s name was issued through the St. Louis Cardinals, the team he is now the batting coach for. McGwire followed by giving one-on-one interviews to select print, radio and TV outlets, culminating in a live TV interview with Bob Costas on the Major League Baseball Network. The one-on-one setup allowed McGwire to apologize, without being bombarded by questions in a press conference setting. However, what McGwire said during these one-on-one interviews came across to me as him merely telling more lies.

McGwire said he refused to answer questions about his steroid use before Congress in 2005 because he wasn’t granted immunity. Fair enough, but the statute of limitations on a criminal case against him expired in 2006, so why did he wait to confess until now, especially considering that during his one-on-one interviews, he stressed how he has wanted to get this off his chest for a long time?

The only reason McGwire has come forth now is because of his new job as the Cardinals’ hitting instructor. He needed to do it to successfully re-enter the game, and I think he somehow thinks that by admitting his use, he will someday be voted into the Hall of Fame.

During his interview with Costas, McGwire insisted that steroids did not improve his ability to hit home runs, that he just used them to overcome injuries. However, he played in more than 130 games per season from 1996-1999, hitting more than 52 home runs every season; seems like he was pretty healthy to me.

That’s why when McGwire said he used steroids in small doses, I don’t believe him. I think he was a heavy user, especially from 1996-1999, the height of his career. When Jose Canseco says they used to inject each other with performance-enhancing drugs in the bathroom stall when they were teammates on the Oakland A’s, a claim McGwire denies, I believe Canseco over McGwire. The bottom line is McGwire used steroids to hit home runs, break records, and gain more money and fame.

In the end, even with his admission, McGwire continues to lie about his steroid use. His press tour was well thought out, but they should have thought of some better answers for him. He should have told the complete truth.

Major League Baseball Commissioner Bud Selig says the Steroid Era is over in baseball. Now if only the game had an effective test to detect Human Growth Hormone use.

Week Fourteen: Departure

Thursday, December 31st, 2009

As our short journey together comes to an end, I want to make sure that I don’t leave without thanking all the great people who influenced my internship here at Dixon Schwabl.

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To Lauren and Mike – You two have built something so much greater than a successful company.  You have created a destination for the most social, innovative, and creative minds to come together and produce brilliant ideas day in and day out.  Thank you for taking me under your wing and giving me a glimpse of what makes Dixon Schwabl such a novel company.

Joanne – My mentor and Dixon Schwabl’s most prized possession. Each day you pushed me to be better, to learn on the fly, adapt to the situation, and be on point. The ability to work with you and watch you critique, create, and form the final product is worth more to me than I can express in words.  Thank you for taking the time to teach me what you know.

Howie – You are an inspiration.

Charles – Where do I start?  You are the energy of Dixon Schwabl.  Thank you for the advice and the laughs.

Deanna – About the blog entries… sorry for all the last minute changes! Thanks for posting and giving feedback.

All (I’m sorry I couldn’t name everybody) – Fourteen weeks was just not enough time to learn all of your stories and immerse myself in your experiences. But, for what it’s worth – I didn’t take your time for granted. I listened religiously to you when you spoke, I read carefully through your writing, I watched you interact (Anthropologically, of course.), I absorbed your advice, and most of all I appreciated the time you took to guide me.

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jakewAbout Author: Jake Weidert is an Account Services at Dixon Schwabl for the fall of 2009.


Totally Titular

Wednesday, December 30th, 2009

I’m surprised this hasn’t shown up on an infomercial yet.We’ve seen some ludicrous schemes in our time, but this one really takes the cake.

http://www.regaltitles.com/

If you read the patter, you will be pitched on the rewards to be gained by holding a title — Lord, Lady, Baron or Baroness, Count or Countess… all sold with the promise that holding such a title will change your life.

There’s a sale going on too.  Just in time for the holidays, if you know someone who would be THRILLED instead of EMBARRASSED by a real (fake but real) title, you can get one for half price.

But what to get?  I kind of like “Count” but “Baron” seems like more fun.  Who wants to be a “Sir” anyway? I can already get called that simply by walking into a store. Hmmmm… maybe “Marquis” or even “Duke.”  Yes, Duke would suite me just fine.

I kind of hope it works like this:

But how does it work… What is the mechanism by which having a title — even a purchased one — can actually change your life?  It’s not like it’s a cure for baldness.  Putting “Hairy” in front of my name is going to have the same effect as putting “Earl” or “Duke” in front of it.  No change to the person. Now if it were a wig, and not just a title, it might be different.  I know.  I wore a wig shopping once and discovered there’s a world of privilege bald men simply can’t access. But don’t tell them — it’s a hairy secret.

I’m oh so tempted to judge.  I try to imagine the kind of person that would pay for a royal title so that they could get a better table in a restaurant, or have a “talking point” when meeting a new friends (yes the website even mentions that as a perk of having a title). Would even Hyacinth Bucket be so crass?

Here’s the list of benefits from the website.

  • Increased respect from the people you know
  • VIP treatment
  • Access to the privileged world
  • A instant talking point with your friends
  • Prestige in the financial world
  • A boost to your personal confidence
  • Opportunities that otherwise would’ve passed you by
  • Opened doors in your career
  • Discounts in the consumer world
  • The ability to influence people effortlessly

It’s the first one that really astounds.  Does anyone believe that people THEY ALREADY KNOW would be more respectful once they find out you’ve PURCHASED a title?

But really, I digress — none of this reality should adversely affect its potential as a gift idea.  Go ahead and give the gift that keeps on giving.  And please pass the butter. I mean margarine.

My Morning Coffee Routine

Monday, December 28th, 2009

I like routines. Every morning on my way to work I stop at either Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts for coffee. My wife tells me if I saved all my coffee money we could have paid for all the kids’ college tuition instead of taking out loans! Hey, I am just trying to help the local economy, ok? My decision on which barista to choose is based on a quick observation as I travel over the hill. Starbucks to the left and DD to the right. How do the parking lots and drive through lines look? The fewer cars, the more I am attracted to that franchise. This morning, I made the wrong decision and I would like to tell you about it.

We have all heard the horror stories about road rage in this country. It seems as if common sense and random acts of kindness have gone away like the eight-track player in your car. Speed limits usually mean nothing unless law enforcement is around. Generally, people no longer say thank you or your welcome. Despite knowing this, I pulled into the Dunkin Donuts I was amazed at what occurred right before me.

There is only one drive-thru lane and two cars approached at the same time. The men in each car began the “stare down”. Suddenly, body language got very animated and sure enough the middle finger on each of their right-hands stood at attention. As I thought how crazy this was, I watched car doors fly open and the two “mental midgets” as I called them under my breath, jumped out. In no time the Goliath of the two was punching the hood of the other man’s car as if it were Joe Frazier’s nose during a heavy-weight championship battle with Muhammad Ali. All this over a couple glazed donuts and coffee?!

The gentleman, I use that term completely sarcastically, who was having the hood of his car beat up, approached Goliath’s pick-up truck and started bending it like Beckham has never kicked a soccer ball! And then they turned to face each other with vulgarities flying through the air. Now at that moment, I was really glad that I chose Dunkin Donuts, because with all due respect to law enforcement workers all over the United States, everyone knows that they prefer DD to Starbucks. A Sheriff who was grabbing some coffee before his shift started came out the door to hear the commotion. Within seconds he was in the middle of it, called for back-up and had “dumb and dumber” separated. His back up arrived lights blazing and siren on high and they had the two donut boys pulled off to the side of the parking lot.

Once their vehicles were moved, the drive though line opened up again and coffee flowed. I bought two cups—one for me and one for the Sheriff as he dropped his when he split up the two knuckleheads. So thanks, Mr. Sheriff, for all you do. Thank you for allowing me to stay safe in my car and not get involved (even though I know I should have tried to keep the peace) and thank you for stopping at DD before your shift. I am sorry that your day started off with these two donut holes for brains, and I hope you enjoy your coffee—on me—any time.

Grow-A-Note Card

Friday, November 20th, 2009

They’re known as “Grow-A-Note” cards, and I’ve done a few of these “Grow-A-Note” projects for our clients in the past. ”Grow-A-Note” cards are made out of paper with actual seeds in them, so once you’ve enjoyed the card you can plant it, water it and see it grow into flowers.  After working on these projects in the past, curiosity got the cat, and I decided to give it a shot for my own purposes.

I started by pulling an old Gatorade bottle out of the recycling bin, hacked off the top with a kitchen knife, went outside, got a few handfuls of dirt in there, poked a couple holes in the bottom, and I was halfway there. I put the card in between some wet paper towels, and now I think I am going to leave it over the weekend to see if I can get the seeds to germinate.  Next week, I will plant them in my make-shift pot.

Here’s a picture of my start-up wildflower farm as it stands right now.

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This product is a very cool way to communicate with others while being very environmentally friendly.

Kudos to clients who are always striving to keep our planet green! Sorry though, Lauren, the landscapers might need to replace a little dirt in one of our back flower beds. I promise, it went to a good cause!

Operation Germ-Free Hands!

Thursday, November 12th, 2009

Recently I was at an event where I had to shake the hands of many. It’s expected when you meet someone, greet a client or say goodbye, right? I had to keep reminding myself not to touch my face or scratch my nose until I could wash my hands. As if I wasn’t paranoid enough, what pushed me over the edge was when I shook someone’s hand and immediately after, he turned his head and coughed into the hand I just shook. Had he been hacking in that same hand that I just shook all day?!? Ewwww, gross!

This week I was at a meeting and as I always do, I walked around the table shaking the hands of each person there. Once I got back to my seat I quietly and as discretely as I could, took my bottle of hand sanitizer and scrubbed my hands. I didn’t want to offend anyone in my meeting so I made sure my hands were under the table and coordinated “operation germ-free hands” inside my huge purse so nobody would think I was crazy.

With the threat of H1N1 running wild are the days of shaking hands over? Should they be? I often ask myself if I would appear to be rude or unfriendly if I didn’t shake a person’s hand when I greeted them at the start of a meeting. Would it be worse if I told a new client that I don’t shake hands anymore out of fear of germs?

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Fearful of an H1N1 outbreak, I read that the NBA has asked players to greet each other with a chest bump or fist pound and that the NCAA has recommended volleyball programs suspend traditional pre- and post-match handshakes in an effort to limit the spread of H1N1. I also read that the flu scare has also changed how people take communion and that priests are now keeping a few bottles of hand sanitizer at the alter. At a recent PRSA networking event there were huge pump bottles of Purell to encourage people to keep their hands sanitized. I have also noticed wall mounted Purell dispensers in many other public places.

Clorox says that its profits are up 23 percent in the company’s fiscal first quarter because of the increase in shipments of disinfecting products to meet demand associated with the H1N1 flu pandemic.

Clearly, I am not the only paranoid one here. Should we all start giving pats on the back instead, a friendly fist bump, elbow-to-elbow tap or how about a gracious bow like some Asian cultures do? Don’t be surprised if at our next big meeting you see people give a welcoming “hello” smile and a head nod instead of extending a hand for a shake.