Don’t Itemize

Rule #32689 – Do not itemize expenses for clients.
The exception, of course, is when a client demands it. But maybe twice in 10 years have I ever had clients ask for it.
You will have the urge to itemize. It seems like, if you itemize, you are able to justify the amount of money you are charging. But any time you are justifying anything, except that lipstick on your collar, it’s probably a terrible idea.
Itemizing is time-consuming and will cause trouble. Clients will start second guessing you and trying to “optimize” their bill by cutting what they feel are unnecessary expenses. (Of course, you shouldn’t be quoting unnecessary expenses anyway). One of my clients cut back on the proofing they did to save on the 50 cents per laser print or $5 a PDF. I made the mistake of rattling off a list of expenses to a client that they may not have considered. While I can understand logically why they were hurt at the thought that talking to them was a drain on my resources (read: time), I was surprised when they literally threw a fit.
And as a designer, I cannot survive by strictly billing hourly or per item. The value always has to come in somewhere. If your client doesn’t have the opportunity to nitpick a bill, it instills a much greater sense of value, as opposed to product.
So simply said… don’t do it!
The flip side, of course, is that clients actually seem to prefer the simpler, unitemized bill. They’re coming to me because they either can’t or don’t want to do the work. By spelling out every step you take, most clients feel overburdened. It much more impressive sounding as well, to give them a single number, and say “it includes EVERYTHING!”. And when it comes time to bill, its cut and dry — there’s just a single number that both sides already agreed upon.
Yeah… don’t itemize.

Please keep in mind that this post is more than 6 years old. Who the hell knows what I was thinking back then?! Damn kids... get off my lawn!

Blog Celeb

Do people automatically tend towards stupid modes?
The first time I wrote candidly for my website was … probably 1995. Just a little bio of myself based upon a conversation I had with Natasha from Toronto. I wish I knew where she went.
This is a journal. I started writing for my website in a sequential manner for my website back in 1997. I wasn’t trying to “do” anything. I was just trying to clear my head and get my thoughts straight. At the time, I was a recent college graduate looking for work and dating a control freak. So I took off for the hills for a few days to get my thoughts straight, and used the time and free computer labs to write out my thoughts.
Not a very glorious thing.
About a year later, several friends I had made on IRC (an obsession that I cannot figure out why it has never spread… it in fact seems to have dwindled) started keeping journals on their website. I was very happy when Melissa got annoyed with me for coming up with a good navigation system that she’d wanted to use. Considering the time, when everything was hand-coded, it was pretty good.
Journals got kind of popular after that. We’re not talking mass-media obsession like they are now. But still. The first Content Management Systems (blogging software) were created by people just like my friends and I. They wanted to write for their sites. But they didn’t want to have to recode a half dozen pages every time they created a new entry. (Keeping in mind this was the days before CSS, when HTML was tres ugly).
Journaling, or Weblogging, or Blogging as it became known, was one of those things that just hit critical mass one day. It sort of became self-aware, and instead of people using their journals to talk about things, they used their journals to talk about blogging. And about other people blogging. And about the power of blogging. There were now experts on blogging. (I’ve been doing this longer than Meg or Jason, and I like to think I’m smart, but no one has ever invited me to be on a panel and explain how this represents my generation.)
And bloggers were sure they had found the purpose embedded in the DNA of the Internet. “This thing we create is amazing and new”, Well… kinda. Except that back in 93 when I first got into the web, this is exactly what I found. Almost everything was personal websites. Just people, with a little bit of space, saying “I like this kinda shit”. In the mid-to-late 90s, I was actually kinda depressed that the personal web seemed to have disappeared.
Well, it was rediscovered. If internet time is as fast as they say, then this was the next generation, reinventing rock music.
And now they’re giving it up, too.
To be cool or part of “it”, blogging is no longer about they little person. Blogger is still free, but it is owned by the 900 pound gorilla of the internet. Graymatter died a rather quick death, though not before showing us how sad Blogger was. Movabletype has gone from two kids wanting to build a blogging tool as a blogging tool, to being just another international corporation offering their software as shareware.
I know there are a dozen little free journaling tools. And I don’t care about them. WordPress is obviously the next heir to the thrown. Butt I don’t care.
We have blog celeb now. You go to certain journals, because those are the journals you read. You can tell the authors know it too. It shows in their writing. They’re writing to an audience, instead of just writing. Only once have I ever targeted an entry here, and that was to tell the little fuckhead nazis who couldn’t grasp sarcasm to go away and leave me the fuck alone.
Jason, and several other popular bloggers, complained the other day, saying they felt obligated to write. This, a couple days after I skimmed an article about what “famous webloggers are listening to in music now”. That article started out saying they could give a chicken fuck what Bertha from Decatur was listening to. And now… so many of them simply have to make money off of it…
You wanna idol-worship? That’s fine. But that’s not what the point of weblogs were. That’s not what the blogger-revolutionists espoused.
I find a lot of private journals by average people, which are typically abandoned after about 6–9 months. I think they realized the world would not come to them. I think they find out that this is not something you do because it’s cool… this is something you do because you don’t have a choice. You spout off here, or you go down to the park and try to yell louder than the homeless guy next to you. It’s not work… it’s a pressure valve.
I wonder what’s next. You can almost see it coming. The current ‘life’ of the web is sort of a 300 lb. weazing, 50 year old diabetic, trying to stay on it’s feet. The next big thing must be coming along soon. If not, Wired magazine is bound to invent something.

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“Hacker” Definitions

Because even if someone manages to get one or two of them right, they seldom get them all:
Hacker n. 1. Originally used in the 1970’s to refer to someone who was such a good programmer they could write code without referring to reference materials. This was a much bigger feat back then, when you consider they were essentially working with a text editor. 2. In the eighties, it became anyone who could gain access, through physical or social means, to a computer system they had no permission to be on. They were usually not destructive, and were simply “counting coup*”. 3. By the 1990’s, the term came to refer to any person doing something not legal with a computer, but for the most part it dropped the social engineering aspect and relies primarily on computer knowledge and use of software.
Phreaker (a.k.a Phone Phreak) – n. 1. Someone who through use of technology such as a tone-generator or social engineering manages to obtain free telephone service, usually through public pay phones.
Crackern. 1. Someone who is primarily known for breaking the copy protection on software.
Script Kiddien. 1. A person with little or no programming knowledge or skill, who uses tools constructed by someone else to launch destructive or disabling attacks on computers over the Internet.

*Counting Coupv. 1. Associated with American Indian Plains culture. A ritual stick is used by a warrior to touch (not kill or maim) an armed enemy. transfers highest honor and status to touch an enemy who has weapons while you are only armed with a ritual stick.

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Up on the rooftop…

I really do love it on the roof.
Late in the day, when the sun has lost it’s ability to burn you, but not to blind you. Or maybe I just spend too much time inside, because it take me forever to adjust my eyes and stop squinting, even in the shade.
Maybe the sunlight doesn’t really make it to the street. I seldom need sunglasses, and have never squinted down there.
The sound certainly tries to make it up to the roof. My family who’ve never been here would recognize the sirens from the firehouse around the corner. But up there, they’re just sirens; without the physical force to knock you off your feet, that they have at street-level. Other than them, and an occasional Harley, nothing else makes itself heard on the roof. There is only a steady, low-level hum that is the city. A half million inmates. Another quarter million tourists on an average weekend. Three-hundred-thousand cars. Air-conditioning in every northwest home. Giant city buses dissecting the neighborhoods, disgorging people someplace they obviously didn’t come from.
Down here in my apartment, I can hear someone’s brakes scraping. I can discern the rhythm of an ancient muffler. Pixel’s collar is jingling about 5 feet behind me.
Up on the roof, I just realized, is they only place where there is a big sky. Every time I go to Texas, or I sit on the Seneca Lake shoreline in New York, I marvel at the big sky. I miss it, and haven’t seen it regularly since the summer of ’96. But up on the roof, all the building do their best imitation of a photograph of some European city. There’s an actual horizon, and not just a rise in the street.
I think if I sat up there too long, they would have to drag me back to my apartment, kicking and biting.

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Initial Brainstorming for new stuff

Newsletters are an “easy” way to make money. You charge a set price per page, and hopefully get a cut of the printing. So if you do a 12 page newsletter for $60/page, you’ve already made $720. And a newsletter that size doesn’t likely take more than 2 business days. Do five or six of those a month and you could live comfortably. And keep in mind many newsletters are longer, and cost more per page. They’re easy to do, because after he first couple issues, pretty much all the design work is done, and you are just dropping the contents into templates.
So I wouldn’t mind getting some newsletter jobs up front.
Today’s thoughts on non-profits:

  • Register with vendor bank, (yeah… i know i did it already, but I was listing everything that came to mind)
  • Find associations and organizations with missions the same as or similar to existing clients, (read: religion and AIDS)
  • Find listings of local non-profits
  • Find upcoming events and marches on the Mall. Then figure out what organizations would likely attend and approach them with help for promotional items. (Pins, flyers, signs, banners, t-shirts)
  • Find ethnic organizations. Embassies?
  • Look into government newsletters/newspapers
  • Look into Methodist organizations
  • Don’t bug these people when they’re actually promoting themselves… ie. festival booths and such

Some existing contact thingys:

  • contact RB at N about finally doing the damn website
  • Check Old Company’s client list. public info is public info.
  • Ask R at TA where he gets ideas for new clients
  • Find out what happened with that hotel that was re-doing their identity
  • Ask landlord if they’re interested in doing a seasonal newsletter. Maybe work in trade for partial rent.
  • i really dont want to… but consider that direct mail campaign company
  • check on the A newspaper and see if they ever found a permanent designer
  • doubtful, but ask BP about doing their newsletter in trade.

And some miscellaneous new client stuff:

  • get in touch with L’s contact
  • contact publication and communications offices at universities — RIT, GWU, AU, Georgetown
  • Work on script for phone solicitations
  • Put up large blank sheet of paper on wall where I can write ideas for new clients
  • Research local music labels
  • Expand the list of printers who know I’m on my own. I may need their help, an occasional notepad or free lunch never hurts, and they may be able to offer jobs
  • research communications offices at Unions — AFL-CIO, Teamsters, etc).

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Gimme the damn contact’s name

D annoys me. Well, the whole company really, cause it takes on a life of it’s own.
So I ask J, if she can give me the names of some contacts at the ad agencies she works with. Since, of course, you know, Old Company won’t be marketing design services to them.
But J says no, because Old Company is still accepting design jobs.
First off, are they accepting them or will they be accepting them. Cause if they ARE accepting them, then where is the work going? D and JG are both constantly busy and neither are exactly stellar designers. So are they continuing to do it themselves, in a manner which will yield the same results… namely, the client never coming back for a second job. Are they hiring an outside designer who is not me? If so… why?
But I think it is more of a matter of they WILL accept design jobs. Which I find frankly MORE offensive. The idea of hoarding something that you are not using, just cause it is of some potential value to you, even if you don’t plan to exploit it. (Trust me… after seven years of watching these salespeople–they don’t plan to exploit it). Whereas it would be a highly valuable resource to me that I would actively exploit to the fullest degree.
When I left there, they literally gave me everything I asked for. Books, clients… anything. I turned down some stuff cause I knew they would need it.
The question is… do I go on my own to these ad agencies and try to get in. Or do I offer Old Company a commission, just for the name of a contact? I think I will wait till my strategy session tomorrow, when I think more in depth about this.

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Thinking up new marketing things.

I cannot avoid it any longer. Today, despite adding another four line items, I finished up the marketing list for the “old things”, meaning anything I already had experience with. All the old clients. Old printers. Former co-workers. Family. Friends. Contacts. Getting collateral and a website.
I also submitted my name to a vendor bank for a association of associations in this area. It wasn’t incredibly full or vendors… so if it is at all popular, I stand a better chance. I think this is the list that my old boss referred to. He didn’t know how we ended up on there, but we kept getting jobs from there.
Now I need to start marketing to new people and things. New ways. I really need to sit down and just spend some time thinking about how to market, who to market, and all that shit. If I just keep running and doing work, and interacting… I come up with the same ideas as everyone else. But when I put a little brain sweat into it… I come up with some good shit.

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Coming Home from the Boonies

There was a very ugly woman on the train tonight. She sat across from me as I tried to read Dandelion Wine. She wore a beautiful black dress. But underneath, she was knock-kneed and boney. She had a mustache and eyes that didn’t belong.
I think the ugly girls go to bed earlier. Normally when I come back from the boonies, it’s 3 AM and the car is filled with vastly intoxicated teenage girls in less clothing than Michaengelo’s David. The last set of girls I remember spent the entire 40 minute ride calling up taxi cab companies on their cell phone trying to find a ride from the last station. They were both 16 and a little cuter. Even the chubby one with the mohawk.
I’m sorry… but I still cant walk through downtown after midnight and not marvel that I’m here. I know that makes me a really big dork, and it’s only worse that I’ve been here 7 years.

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