Archive for November, 2004

License Plate Frames

Friday, November 19th, 2004

License plate frames are brilliant. Whoever came up with the idea of adding dealership messaging on a license plate frame with every new car purchase is ridiculously brilliant. It’s the most ingenious way to market ever. The best part about it is that people not only leave them on their cars for most of the lifetime of the vehicle, but that when they get new plates they remove the frame, then put it back. Take a look around you while you are driving to work in the morning. They are everywhere. Why people allow this kind of subliminal messaging on one of the most personal pieces of equipment we own is mind blowing.

On an additional and inverse note. Highway 280 into Silicon Valley in the morning is populated with a ridiculous number of cars that sport license plate frames showcasing their alma mater. We’ve become a label society. If your car isn’t branded by the dealership, you brand it with your personal brand, and your car company makes sure everyone knows that you are in fact driving not only their brand, but their specific model of car.

Your place in the heirarchy is secured. You know where you stand with the Jones. Or at least your fellow Silicon Valley’ites. His school is better than mine. My car is better than his. Ooo I wish I would have spent a little bit more money for that model. What if I went to that guy’s Ivy League school…I could drive that car. Maybe my kids should go there. You get my point.

What if it was all simplified? What if there were no brands. What if your car company had to provide the best experience for you, not an asthetic masterpiece for everyone else? What if the value of your school was defined by how good of a person you are? What if your personal brand equity was established not through material possessions, but by the integrity you hold? What if?

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The Kelly Renee Burger

Friday, November 19th, 2004

For my favorite work partner, Hardees has released a 1420 calorite burger. Seth Godin calls it a “[purple] cow in more ways than one.”

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Ed Kellner

Thursday, November 11th, 2004

A remarkable poem by a man from my hometown named Ed Kellner. He recently passed away, but left these amazing words to think about in the last few days before his death. Ed was a great family friend and one of the greatest Helenans ever. He swam over 5700 miles over the later half of his lifetime, and was one of greatest people I have ever met. Above all he was always a true person and a true Montanan. He will be missed.

Looking Back

It’s an unmarked trail to the Great Divide

And it’s uphill much of the way.

We don’t notice the grade when we’re younger,

But toward the last it gets steeper each day.

When we are young and full of “gung”

The miles slip behind with ease.

But as we grow older pebbles become boulders,

And each breath is more like a wheeze.

It’s at that point that we start looking back

We ponder the events of the past.

We didn’t bother before, we knew there’d be more

We were sure those good days would last.

They didn’t of course, but we should have known

That the curtain was going to fall.

That the faces we loved, the sights and sounds

Would fade as the unknown calls.

You grope for a few words to summarize,

To distill what it’s all been about.

You think of a few good things you have done

And of some about which you have doubt.

Overall it’s been a good life

Great family, good friends and some fun.

Disappointments, to be sure, and setbacks,

But no excuses now the race has been run.

So it’s on to the next adventure,

Be it better or worse or a blank.

The latter more likely I think, but I hope I’m wrong

There are some I neglected to thank

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Blogless

Wednesday, November 10th, 2004

I admit it. Once again. My posts have been lacking. But, it’s been a busy time.

Life is changing. Evolving.

San Francisco has my heart, and I have a feeling that if I ever leave, I will indeed leave it here. I’ve taken a new job with the greatest company in the world. I can’t name it here, but if you know me, you know which one it is.

Leaves have fallen. Snow is beginning to show. Winter will soon be upon us. I love nothing more than time with family, cozy fires, and dark cold crystal clear winter evenings encompassed in soft snowfall. Enjoy the coming holiday season. Look for new content from me. Lots to come. Live life well.

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Good Work If You Can Get It

Tuesday, November 2nd, 2004

From Warren Miller’s Weekly Column

After spending the 1946-47 ski season dodging the lift operators at Sun Valley, I thought it would be a good idea to get a legitimate lift ticket for the 1947-48 season, during which I planned to live in the same place in the parking lot in my small trailer.

I arrived in Sun Valley prepared. I had already finished the cartoon illustrations that I wanted to paint on the walls of the Skier�s Cafe when I got there. After we dug out a place in a big snow-bank and parked our trailer for the winter, I went to Pappy Roger�s office with my idea and samples of the cartoons that I would offer to paint for him.

Pappy liked the idea, especially for the low price of a season pass. In those days, a season pass cost $150, so I felt that both of us would get a good deal. However, he also said, �I like your idea, but I have to offer the job to our resident artist Max Barsis first, just in case he might want to paint them.�

Max, of course, painted the cartoons, but Pappy offered me a substitute set of walls on which to paint my murals for an even higher price. I painted them on the walls of the employee cafeteria for the price of a season ski pass and meals for the duration of the painting job. Amazingly, it took me all winter to finish the job. The cartoons stayed on the walls until they tore the building down 50 years later.

The same year that I painted the cartoons at Sun Valley, Everett Kircher bought the single chairlift on Dollar Mountain in Sun Valley for $4,800 from Pappy and moved it to Michigan. Kircher had already bought a mountain in Michigan for $1 several years earlier. A farmer had sold him the mountain because it was too steep for growing potatoes. Kircher assembled the lift on the $1-mountain called Boyne.

In January of 1955, I was showing my ski film at Boyne Mountain and had an evening off to attend a dinner party at their mountaintop warming hut. (�Mountaintop� in Boyne country is an awesome 460 feet higher than the bottom of the chairlift.) After dinner, someone found a large Sharpie pen and I filled up one entire wall with an assortment of my sketches. A couple of years later, someone covered them with plexi-glass. Now, almost 50 years later, those murals are still on the wall. Three generations of skiers have sat in front of them while eating their brown bag lunches and looking out over the Michigan countryside.

About a week ago, Everett Kircher�s son John called me. He just built a new mid-mountain restaurant at Crystal Mountain in Washington and he wanted to know if I would be interested in painting some cartoon murals on the walls there just like I did for his dad at Boyne many years ago.

I drove up to Crystal a few days later. On the way, I reminisced about my sporadic history of mural-painting and remembered how much fun it was to paint them. When I arrived at Crystal, I was astounded to see a $4-million building three-quarters of the way up to the top of the mountain. It�s almost as big as Two Elk at Vail, and every bit as luxurious and well-designed.

We walked around the beautiful new lodge for half an hour or so. There was plenty of empty wall space and I silently wondered which wall John wanted me to cover with cartoons. I finally posed the question and was surprised to hear the answer. John wanted me to cover every one of the wall spaces with my cartoons.

It was a huge job. My immediate response was, �I don�t want to come up here for a couple of months and pretend to be Michelangelo painting original art on your walls. I don�t have that much time and I don�t think you could afford me if I tried to do it that way.�

He agreed, so I am currently drawing all of the cartoons in my studio on my small northwestern island. Once finished, I will have several of them copied in varying sizes from one to five feet high so we can decide how much each one should dominate the restaurant or blend into which wall as conversation pieces.

Once I have all of them duplicated in decal form in their chosen size, I will go back up to Crystal and supervise putting them up on the many different walls. John already knew my history of painting murals, so I told him, �These might cost you more than a dinner or a season pass at Crystal since I already have a season pass at The Yellowstone Club in Montana.�

We made a handshake deal and for the past two weeks, I have been drawing cartoons almost full-time. This business of drawing cartoons is good work if you can get it. I enjoy drawing as much as all of the other stuff that I usually can�t find time to do and unfortunately, that no-time-to-do list of stuff-I-want-to-do is endless. As I start out on my eightieth year, I often wonder how I ever had time to have a full-time paying job.

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