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MRS. BAIRD’S BREAD
FORT WORTH ZOO
TEXAS CHRISTIAN UNIVERSITY
JOHNNY’S PIZZA SOCIAL
JPS HOSPITAL FOUNDATION
Fundraising campaign on a shoestring budget
STORI MODERN FURNITURE
Fictional micro-stories as product descriptions on website
An empty martini glass sat atop a cocktail napkin upon which someone had drawn two rectangles and a squiggly line in ballpoint pen. "This will probably be worth a small fortune someday," he chuckled to himself. He pocketed the napkin and continued clearing the remnants of last night's party from the aluminum-framed coffee table on the patio. It was no worse for wear, but that was more than he could say for the swimming pool – and his cabana boy. He thought he might drop by the hospital later and give him the napkin as a get-well-soon present.
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Two rows of armless side chairs had been arranged back-to-back. With their steel frames and plush cushions, they appeared to be especially well suited for the vigorous game of musical chairs that was about to occur; even the largest of the woodland creatures couldn't collapse them. She took her place between a squirrel and a badger as a quartet of mice began playing a jaunty waltz. Immediately, the whole group began moving clockwise around the chairs. The game had begun.
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Sword drawn, he ran to the opposite end of the terrace where three golden chalices sat upon a steel-framed Chinese Chippendale coffee table. But which was the King's Cup? As he approached, he caught his reflection upon the glass tabletop. Sheathing his sword, he loudly intoned, "I beseech thee, mirrored me, which of these vessels could it be?" His reflection winked and pointed to the chalice on the left. He made a mental note to thank the wizard who'd taught him that spell.
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OKLAHOMA ONWARD!
(Pitched anthem for state’s rebrand)
Native Americans ripped from their homelands. Poor, white settlers stealing and scraping to survive. The Trail of Tears. The Great Depression. The Dust Bowl. Tornado Alley.
Oklahoma was never an oasis. It was a last resort.
But the strong, those who put down the deepest roots, withstood the storms. And this patchwork of a community began stitching itself together with post oak and barbed wire, grit and calloused hands.
We were the rough and the ready.
Too isolated to be lazy, we learned to do things for ourselves. Too many hardships to live alone, we learned to be neighborly. Too different to be familiar, we became a family anyway.
We grow them strong in Oklahoma. And anyone willing to dig a little deeper is welcome to grow here, too. For here is where the true, natural, wild beating heart of America lies – just a few extra inches below the surface.
Come, plant deep roots, and watch what grows.
Oklahoma Onward!
NOLAN RYAN BEEF – BROADCAST
KINCAID’S HAMBURGERS
BRAVELOVE
TTI INC.
Technology B2B campaign
TEXAS CHRISTIAN UNIVERSITY
THE OTHER DALLAS
(Pitched anthem for Dallas tourism)
Other D!
Dallas electric!
Sistine ceiling on the underside of overpass
Nest and den and warren alive!
Tattooed saints sprinkle the masses with
Spray paint and kosher salt
Blessing us body and soul
Black rubber gloves and ballet shoes
Cut us to the bone and the marrow
Museums and monuments vibrate with
A musical pulse at
120 beats per minute
Other Dallas!
Old and new!
People, stories, characters of the city
Written out in the open
Performing, participating
Dallas the kaleidoscope
Spinning new shapes and colors
Within the flourish of secret script
My Dallas!
Dallas alive!
Home of that dark brown
Toasted on one side
Multicolored soul, checkered past
Sings the ancient spirit
In her mother tongue
Grandma’s quilt, a patchwork
Vibrant with stories, patterns, textures
Layers upon layers
Waiting to be pulled from the chest
And treasured
This, my Dallas, is
The Other D
ABF LOGISTICS
AIR COMFORT
THANKS
Thanks for scrolling this far. Here’s me on the left about to play at a battle of the bands in Deep Ellum, Texas in around 2003-04. We didn’t win.