Author Archives: Erik

“Never Get a Real Job”

Scott Gerber’s new book Never Get a Real Job is marketed to 20-somethings who find themselves looking down the long barrel of a traditional career path thinking, “Is that all there is?”  But I’m here to tell you, it’s for ANYONE who wants to start a business, young or old.

Gerber’s writing is relentless, his passion in on his sleeve, and he pulls no punches. His main messages: You are not entitled. Starting a business isn’t easy. And the chances that you will fail are great. But fail you must, many times over.

First, he knocks the wind out of you with a reality punch to the chest. “Nothing will go as planned. Ever. Plans change, businesses change, and markets change. Your world will be flipped upside down on a daily basis.”

Thanks for the pep talk, Scott.

For the faint of stomach, the early chapters are disheartening. Some people just aren’t hard wired for business building. But if you get past that, he takes you through the valuable steps of how to get from fanciful dreams to actually closing deals and seeing black numbers on your balance sheet. (I particularly enjoyed the One-Paragraph Startup Plan.)

I wish I would have had this book in my 20s. But all I know is I’m almost 40, and I’m glad I have it now.

Never Get a Real Job is only $14 on Amazon. Get it for yourself, or your entrepreneur-in-waiting for Christmas.

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A Different Kind of Funding for a Different Kind of Film

A few weeks ago, I joined a rag-tag team of do-gooders to launch an alternative fundraising site for our next film, “Lemonade: Detroit.”  The idea is this: you buy individual frames of the film a dollar. In return, you get producer status both in the end credits and on IMDB.

Why am I so excited about this?

First of all, I take great personal satisfaction in giving my perceived obstacles a beat down. If Hollywood studios aren’t lining up to produce my film about Detroit’s reinvention, it’s on me to find another way.

Second of all, it’s working. In just a few weeks, 750 producers have funded almost 19,000 frames. Blue Cross Blue Shield of Michigan has agreed to match funds through the end of the year. And the momentum is gaining.

On top of everything else, it provides a framework to crowdsourcing that I can get on board with. While I’ve always been intrigued by the potential of crowdsourcing, most  existing models have rubbed me the wrong way. Too many rely on tons of effort by tons of people for a very slim chance of reciprocation.

What excites me about Buy A Frame is that the effort/reward ratio is pretty even. Invest a dollar and three minutes of your time in a single frame of the film, and you’ll get your name in the credits. Invest the same amount of time with a $24 investment, and you’ll get a digital file with your second of the film, along with your name edited into it, as well as an invite to the premiere. There’s an actual return on your time and investment. Everybody wins instead of just me.

Will we be able to fund the entire film like this? Let’s put it this way, in a 90 minute film, there are 129,600 frames. In theory, we could shoot a feature length documentary for less than $130k. But that would require favors, an abbreviated shooting schedule, and sacrificing some crucial spit-and-polish post production. So on top of BuyAFrame, we’re also seeking additional corporate sponsors to get behind the film.

Not to mention, part of the mission for “Lemonade: Detroit” is to put Detroiters to work. And if all we’re doing is accepting favors, then it tips the scales in favor of an out-of-town filmmaker. And that’s just not what this film – or the spirit of Detroit – are all about.

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Why I am Socially Media Promiscuous – by Lisa Hickey

The following is a guest post by Lisa Hickey, who appeared in Lemonade and said what was, to me, the most profound line in the entire movie. “Don’t be the person out there looking for a job. Be the person out there doing something interesting.”  This is an excerpt from her article in The Good Men Project Magazine. Read the entire piece here.

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In December 2008 I walked into a Starbucks. “Are you Erik?” I asked a guy who was scanning the room looking for someone. “No, sorry.” We laughed awkwardly. I sat at a table and waited for my Chai tea to cool down. Finally, Erik walked in, recognizing me right away. “It’s been a while,” he said.

Erik Proulx and I had worked together—for a week—about 10 years earlier. We hadn’t talked since. But Erik had just been laid off from his job at a large advertising conglomerate and needed to network. “I don’t know why I called you,” he said, frankly. “I’m just trying to connect.”

Erik had started a blog called “Please Feed the Animals” to help laid-off ad people like himself. At the time, I had never read a blog. I was, however, excited about the potential for Facebook and Twitter as networking tools.

I had 300 “friends” on Facebook, an amazing number, I thought. My daughter Shannon laughed at my efforts. “How many ‘friends’ do you have today, mom?” she would say, using her favorite hand gesture, the air quote.

Admittedly, I was “friending” people for the wrong reasons. Was it was an ego thing, something I was doing to make me feel better about myself? Check. Was I competitively trying to rack up more friends than everyone I knew? Check. Was I sending friend requests to people I thought were funny, smart, clever, and popular in hopes that people would think I was funny, smart, clever, and popular? Check, check, check, and check.

More than once I was told, “Sorry, I save my Facebook connections for my “real” friends.” Ouch. (I soon recognized that if someone already had 400 friends or more, they weren’t so worried about “real” friends.)

“I’m having an online chat for out-of-work ad people,” Erik said. “Could you join and talk about your experience on Facebook and Linkedin?”

I stared down at my Chai tea and tried not to groan. The last thing I want to do is brand myself an “out-of-work ad person.” What will my Facebook friends think?

Erik wasn’t even a friend, not in the way I had previously thought of friends. I didn’t remember if he had one kid or two, or if he lived on the North Shore or the South Shore. Heck, I hadn’t even recognized him. But Erik was trying to help others, and he needed help himself. I could see how what I had learned might be especially helpful to out-of-work ad people, so I agreed; I logged onto his chat the next day, and told people about my experiences with Facebook and LinkedIn.

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Malcolm Gladwell taught me the value of “weak ties.” In his book The Tipping Point, Gladwell cited a study showing that most people got jobs not through friends, and not through traditional means like headhunters and ads, but through acquaintances—people they knew but saw rarely or occasionally.

According to Gladwell, 56 percent of jobs are acquired through these “weak ties,” while only 18 percent are found through ads and headhunters, and just 9 percent are found through good friends.

This is an actionable piece of information, the kind I like best. After reading Gladwell’s book, I spent 56 percent of my time working on my weak ties.

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Erik’s online chat was a bit of a dud. I was excited about where I saw social media going, but the other participants were less than enthralled with my contribution. “The last thing I need to do is join another social network,” one wrote. Then, Sally Hogshead typed four words that changed my life: “Have you tried Twitter?”

Sally (a speaker, author, and branding expert) explained why Twitter is so valuable—especially to job seekers. “You can follow influential people, see what they are talking about, and join in the conversation.”

Five months later, I was standing in front of a crowd of 70 people, where I had been asked to speak about social media. In just a few months, I’d been branded as a “social media expert.” I’m careful never to call myself that, but I didn’t have to. All I had to do, it turned out, was get 13,000 followers on Twitter and talk about social media a lot.

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I had been socially awkward for most of my life. I’d show up in social situations and not be able to remember if the person I was talking to was married or divorced, had one kid or three, was Republican or Democrat. They would ask me questions about their my life and I couldn’t think of what to say in return.

Half of me was worried I’d let slip something stupid about my life, and the other half was scared that I would totally screw up what I should have known about their life. In almost every conversation, I was filled with anxiety; usually, I would say as little as possible and leave the room. I rarely spoke on the phone. Work was a safe haven, because the conversations were safe, scripted and professional. I worked a lot.

In the summer of 2008, right before I made the decision to get on Facebook, I read an article in The New York Times by Clive Thompson called “Brave New World of Digital Intimacy.” Clive wrote about something social scientists call “ambient awareness”:

Each little update—each individual bit of social information—is insignificant on its own, even supremely mundane. But taken together, over time, the little snippets coalesce into a surprisingly sophisticated portrait of your friends’ and family members’ lives, like thousands of dots making a pointillist painting. This was never before possible, because in the real world, no friend would bother to call you up and detail the sandwiches she was eating. The ambient information becomes like “a type of ESP,” an invisible dimension floating over everyday life.

Ambient awareness made perfect sense to me, and I felt that it had been missing my whole life. My fear of interaction and social situations meant many lost chances at making meaningful connections. A form of ESP—some way of knowing enough about people’s lives to be able to have a comfortable conversation—was exactly what I needed.

Like Gladwell’s concept of weak ties, the idea of ambient awareness was a piece of information I could act on. All I had to do was get in the rhythm of seeing what was happening in people’s life through status updates and other postings; that way, when I connected with them in real life, I could have a conversation. I knew where someone was working. I knew if his or her relationship was “complicated” or not. And not only could I recognize them, I could recognize their kids.

The running joke about Twitter was, “who wants to know what breakfast cereal you’re eating?” The answer? Me. When in doubt, I could have a conversation about Cornflakes.

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Lisa Hickey is CEO of Good Men Media Inc.

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Passion or Paycheck? Yes.

In a recent conversation with a kick-ass photographer friend, I asked why on Earth she wasn’t doing it full time. Everyone who knows her knows she has a gift. She’s done a couple of projects that have gotten her some pretty decent buzz. Clearly, she should be taking pictures for a living, right?

Not according to her. In my friend’s mind, once she’s shooting for money, it would cease to be meaningful. Her work would become “work” and her motivation would then shift from passion to paycheck.

Now, don’t get me wrong. I love her ideals, however misguided. She’s been snapping pictures since she was barely old enough to say cheese. And I appreciate that she wants to hang on to that passion, that love, that desire, and not let a thing like money take that away from her.

But I’d like to cite two examples from “Lemonade” that prove her logic is bullshit.

First, Bob Weeks: For two decades, Bob roasted coffee on the side, as a hobby. Then he got laid off from his ad gig, put a $10k roaster on a credit card, and now does it full time.

Think he likes coffee any less? Think every time he makes a pot of coffee, he thinks, “Oh, man. I used to love roasting coffee. But now that I’m getting paid for it it’s such a grind.” (Pun intended.) If anything, Bob is more passionate about his craft than ever. Now that roasting coffee is directly tied to his livelihood, he’s constantly searching for new beans, experimenting with new roasting methods, testing new coffee concoctions. Bob’s having a blast. And he’s running a successful business not in spite of his passion, but because of it.

Second, Kevin Kearns: Once upon a time, Kevin was an artist in his spare time. Never sold paintings for money. Art was nothing more than an expression and an escape for him. That was, until his freelance advertising business dried up.

Kevin then decided to pursue his hobby as a career. He painted and painted and painted some more. He moved out of Manhattan and into the country. Now he sells 40-60 paintings every year, and his work is on display at the Stricoff Gallery in NYC.

Now, there are times when passion and money cannot co-exist. “Lemonade,” itself, was one of those examples. Other than a couple of hotels and a few meals for the crew, the production budget was exactly zero dollars. It was a passion project for everyone involved. The crew, the director, the producers, the cameramen . . . they all did it because it was a project they believed in. And because of that passion, the film got their best efforts.

If I had a $10k, $20k, or even a $50k budget, I would have had to place parameters around their efforts. Even though everyone involved would have appreciated the compensation, it would have become a day’s-pay-for-a-day’s-work exchange. Instead, people contributed for reasons more valuable to them than money. And there’s no doubt in my mind it was a better film because of it.

But this is not the case for my friend. Money would not sully her passion for photography. It’s inside her. And it’s important to realzie that who she is and what she gets paid for don’t have to be mutually exclusive.

If you can earn a living doing what you love, you owe it to yourself – and the people who would pay you – to at least explore that possibility.

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Quick. Time.

Note: This post originally appeared in the3six5.

Two years can feel like an eternity. A president can go from savior to pariah. Cancer can form and remiss and return again. Careers can take enough twists and turns to leave you wondering if there’s any point in wondering.

Yet, two years is a blip.

We get so caught up in singular events that it’s easy to forget how time erases the gravity of most everything. Yes, we will always remember where we were the day the planes struck. And the death of a loved one can have permanent, often scarring effects on those by whom they are survived. But the truth is, most seemingly monumental occasions are mere specs on the timeline. What feels devastating in the moment can, with hindsight, be traced back as the genesis of a positive, life-changing shift.

Getting laid off falls into this category. It’s crushing. It feels like the end of days. And for a period of no more than 48 hours, it’s acceptable to be in that space.

But the best advice I can give the suddenly unemployed is to put yourself in the two-years-from-now mindset. Find a way to really, truly grasp that you won’t be homeless. You won’t be dead. Your family and friends will still be your family and friends. If you have to move in with your in laws? It would suck. But you know what? It’s a roof over your head. And it’s temporary.

In the universe of big events, a layoff is really quite tiny. As much as you can, trivialize it. Make a molehill out of a mountain. Free your mind from the anxiety of demise. Because once you do, it’s supremely liberating.

Today marks the two-year anniversary of my own most-recent layoff. I cringe when I hear people say, “take it from me.” But take it from me: The worst that can happen is rarely the worst that can happen. In the past 730 days, I’ve blogged, freelanced, made movies, started writing a book, and directed commercials. And none of that would have been possible if I hadn’t lost my job.

October 15, 2008 seems like yesterday. Yet it feels so long ago.

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“Lemonade: Detroit” Trailer Done(ish); Seeking Sponsors for Feature

We just finished the trailer for “Lemonade: Detroit.” Truth be told, it’s still not done-done. It needs a logo treatment. There are some small mix issues that need adjusting. It could use a (much) better web site.

But at this stage, it was more important for me to get it out there than it was to make all four wheels gleam to a shine. The way we’re going to get sponsors so we can shoot the feature (before the weather gets too crappy in Michigan) is to generate some buzz beforehand.

I’m glad I did, too. Because it’s only been up for two days, and the chatter is already incredible.

Have a look at the preview. Let me know what you think. To be clear, this is not yet a feature film and we are actively looking for sponsors to make it so. If you have any connections to a brand that wants to get behind this project, or even a philanthropic rich uncle who wants to generate positive change in Detroit, please let me know. You can also download the sponsorship package here:

DOWNLOAD SPONSORSHIP PACKAGE

Thanks again for all your support. Hope you enjoy the preview for “Lemonade: Detroit.”

Cheers,

Erik


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What’s Up With PFTA?

I’m facing a conundrum.

Once upon a time, Please Feed the Animals was a “blog for the recently unemployed advertising professional.” The mission was singular. It was simple. This was going to be a place for people in the biz to support each other in their quest for work while riding out the shitty economy. With the help of so many people, we were even creating a portfolio site and job board for y’all to showcase your talents. It was gonna be awesome.

Then a funny thing happened. People wrote in that they were using their layoff-induced downtime to re-evaluate things. Many of the Animals weren’t all that interested in getting back into advertising.  A lot of you were changing careers, starting your own businesses, and downsizing the stuff in your lives so you could more easily pursue your passions.

I decided to make a film about you called “Lemonade.” And in the process I fell in love with the pure form of storytelling that is documentary filmmaking.  I was hooked.

I started ingesting as many documentaries as I could, including “Surfwise,”  ”Baraka,” “Hoop Dreams,” “College, Inc,” and every episode of “This American Life.” Then I shot a trailer for my next film, “Lemonade: Detroit.” I was even hired to direct a series of short, branded-entertainment documentaries for Dell computers. (Both of which will be out very soon.)

This is all to say that in following my own advice, as well as feeling inspired by everyone who was part of “Lemonade,” my own passions veered away from advertising. While early on, I wrote often about the state of the industry and how fucked up it is, lately I find myself not caring. I simply no longer give a shit about who’s doing what for what agency. I do care deeply about my friends’ successes and frustrations. But the business itself is a barely-audible ping on my sonar.

Which leaves a big question mark about what to do with this blog. My dear friend Brad Mislow has been picking up some of my slack. But he recently got a new, hours-heavy job back in the business, so his blogging time is minimal.

I’ve thought about handing it over to several people. Maybe auditioning for several writers who could contribute a couple times a month. People who could keep things positive, interesting, and sincere.

I’ve also considered making PFTA a space for all things reinvention. Creating a whole business out of it. Books and blogs and films and seminars geared toward people who would like to stop defining themselves by what they do and start doing what they are. I may still do this. But the truth is, I’m still tinkering with who I am. Right now, today, I am a film director. And that’s a full-time commitment.

So as I have done so many times before, I would like to ask you what you think. What are your ideas about Please Feed the Animals? Where would you like to see it go? Can this be an open-source space for everyone? Is there a model I haven’t thought of yet?

If PFTA isn’t a “blog for the recently unemployed advertising professional,” then what is it? And what should it be?

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My Rockwellian Day

I sit on the couch with my daughter, teaching her to crack peanuts with her fingernails

her hair still wet from the dip in the pool on this 95-degree Sunday.

Joe Castiglione calls balls and strikes on the radio.

1-0 for the good guys.

My son and wife are in the kitchen, cooking cupcakes from a recipe in the back of a children’s book called

Cupcake.

Later, wife and I sit on the back porch while Clara draws chalk robots in the driveway.

Kathryn makes herself a salmon burger and me a salami sandwich because she knows how I feel about fish.

Salmon and salami look like the same word but couldn’t be more different.

A butterfly drops out of the sky from nowhere.

She rises then drops then rises then drops and makes me wonder if there is an intended flight pattern.

Because nothing is random.

I say it’s a Monarch. Kathryn disagrees and calls yellow swallow tail.

“Chutes and ladders dad?”

1-1. Tie game.

Sure, Clara.

The cupcakes are done baking.

We apply the homemade buttercream frosting, which Kathryn and Ben also whipped up together.

3-1, bad guys.

Ben tries to sneak a handful of sprinkles into his mouth.

I pretend not to see him.

Never mind that the Sox are on the radio because we can’t afford cable.

Never mind that we were in the backyard instead of on vacation.

Forget that the book was from the library because we aren’t buying books for a while.

And pay no attention to the patchwork inflatable pool that has seen better days thanks to our friend the raccoon.

None of that stuff seems important today.

Why does it ever? Why will it tomorrow?

Today, like every day, is a gift.

Today, unlike every day, I am accepting it.

Still 3-1.

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Gin, Football, and Entrepreneurism

I learned how to play Gin this weekend with my in-laws. I’m still in that beginner’s learning phase, where I have to think about every move. It takes me three times as long to lay down a card then the rest of the family. But they’re patient and understand that it’s going to take time for me to get in the rhythm of the game.

It reminds me a bit of when I was playing football in college. I had been an offensive tackle and defensive end all throughout Pop Warner and high school. But at 6’0, 220 lbs, I was too undersized to be a lineman for a Division 1AA school. So I made the switch to fullback, and looked like a complete jackass. You’d think I never played the game before. And in reality, I had never played the game before. Not the game of blocking on the run, catching short passes, or running (with the ball!) behind a surging offensive line. The playbook may as well have been in Arabic.

For one whole season, I tripped over my feet, fumbled the ball, missed assignments, and got barked at by the coach, who couldn’t have been less hopeful about my progress. But I kept at it. Kept studying the playbook. Kept enduring coach’s disgusted gestures. Then at the end of spring training, in the big Blue-Grey game where the offense plays the defense in an annual inter-squad scrimmage, it all came together. In about 10 plays, I caught two passes, ran the ball a couple of times for needed short yardage, and pancake blocked a few unsuspecting defensive backs who thought they would make quick work out of the hapless newbie.

I remember the running backs coach jumping up and down like a wild man from the sidelines. “There it is, Proulx! You got it man!” It felt good to finally experience flow. (Not that I had any idea what flow was at 19 years old.) The game was being played through me, and intuition took over.

Today, in 2010, I feel exactly the way I did in 1990 when I had no idea how to run a swing pattern. I am launching a business that inspires people to do what they are, but it’s not clicking yet. Nothing’s intuitive. Every day is another shoot-from-the-hip hot mess.

But if I keep plugging, keep studying, keep trying, flow will happen. It will.

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The Opposite of Surplus

In his amazing book Squandering Aimlessly, David Brancaccio travels around the world to see what people do with their money when they have a surplus.

Now, on the surface, I wouldn’t be the best audience for this book. I’m so far on the opposite side of “surplus” that I have a surminus. But until someone writes a book about how people celebrate oppressive credit card debt, this one’s for me.

Brancaccio (who you may recognize from the PBS series “Now”) visits Wall St., Vegas, and even The Mall of America to discover what people who have money choose to invest in or spend on. While looking for meaning in Manhattan’s financial district, he meets a Rev. Dan Matthews, who left him with this chestnut:

”When I have a vision for my life, money is then a tool to make the vision a reality. If I have no vision for my life, then money is in fact the only way I can gauge my worth.”

Coming from a guy who grew up on welfare in one of the poorest cities in the country, I’ve never known surplus. And I sometimes wonder if my relationship with money (or lack thereof) is the reason I have so little of it.

It’s as if I feel like there’s shame in wealth. Not for other people, mind you. Most of the people I respect a great deal are also doing very well financially. They work hard, give away big portions of their income to people less fortunate, and live morally enviable existences.

So what’s it all about? Am I subconsciously preventing myself from a surplus because I don’t want to feel guilty? Is my personal stress and debt and sacrifice some kind of self-fulfilling prophesy? And if so, how the hell do I reverse it? Because my conscious self very much wants to kick this subconscious saboteur in the nuts.

Maybe the first step is to “have a vision for my life.” If I am unwittingly denying myself a better financial existence because I associate money with vapid self worth, then what greater purpose can I use it for?

That is, when I get some of it.

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