So good. Listen to some Flaming Lips today, alright? Be glad. I’ve got a feeling everything is gonna be alright.

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Cris and Ali are doing this thing called “getting married.” This might mean an early September trip to scenic New Hampshite. Wow. Here’s a little something about Dabica: He’s the meanest, most sardonic, “over it all,” freshwater sonofabitch on the East Coast. He’s got collections that’ll make you contemplate larceny. He’s got one-liners that’ll make you want to quit living. Throw in a “breath of fresh air” like Ali, and well, you get a pretty nice fella. Lucky sumbitch. Congrats from all of here at the DDC.

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Some nice work here. Met Becky and her main man on Saturday night with Godfrey. Drank some earthy beer, shot the shit about design, rock music and that Midwest and met people I’ll prob’ly never see again. Pretty good.

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Eric “Madras Mean Streets” Samsel stopped by over the weekend to purchase a shirt. He brought me some sausages for the grill! I was really excited about this transaction until I realized I didn’t have a grill. Nevertheless, Eric Samsel is a proud family man with a new bambino, a wonder-full wife by his side and great momentum with his copywritin’ gig downtown at the big Wieden+Kennedy. (Soli, Dean, meet this guy, will ya?) He’s been good to us for over a decade. Indeed.

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Listening to lots of Prince the last couple days. Sounds really purple.

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Gary gets but a morsel of press…(check photo and credit…)

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Be like Samsel and buy a shirt. You need one.