I forgot to write the blog last night because I was doing other work, not particularly fun work, not as fun as this blog or a novel or a role playing game, but not un-fun. It was work for work at a time at work when all hands are on deck and the attention that makes you miss your blog is necessary. There’s something satisfying about that, but that may only be the case because I work with my Dad. If I didn’t work with my dad I don’t think I’d much care. Saving your job is one thing, increasing value of something you own, too, is another, working for someone you care about also. 

I don’t know, we have a screwy idea of work and why we ought to do it in this country. Especially us designers and strategists, or whatever it is we call ourselves. 

We aren’t farmers, nobody’s going to starve if our work goes undone, and that includes us. We make the stakes so high while we teeter at the tip of the heirarchy of needs. 

That isn’t to say I don’t think the work’s impactful, it is. Strategic thinking and brand marketing have the potential to really change how most of the people on Earth think, and that’s as inspiring as it is frightening. 

Just as tools for farming or killing or painting have grown in sophistication and quality over the years and centuries, so too have the tools for manipulation. We look back at the work of the Nazis or China or Uncle Sam and we laugh about how we’d never fall for that kind of schtick.
That’s all a century old,
what stick are we falling for now?