“In linguistics terms, bling bling is an ideophone intended to evoke the “sound” of light hitting silver, platinum, or diamonds. It is not an onomatopoeia, because the act of jewelry shining does not make a sound. The form bling-bling is a case of reduplication.”—Thanks Wikipedia, Nailed it!
So how did this happen? All it took was two decisions.
1. I decided to fucking ship something. So while working in sweatshop an artwork of mine (created 4 years prior) became popular briefly on the internet. I decided then I would pull some cash together and print up a few thousand to sell. I had never sold anything before. So a few weeks later, I had a 400lb pallet of posters next to my bed, and 20 boxes of tubes in my bedroom, kitchen, and living room. I created a website and start shipping.
2. I decided that I was no longer going to let others set my limitations. I’ve always been a creative guy. While working in this sweatshop I created a 12 page report to implement an Employee Selected Music System and gave it to the production manager. Of course he didn’t read it, he didn’t care. This happened over and over until I realized that no body had bigger stake in Jess Bachman than myself. So I quit. But not before my first decision made it all too obvious. I was selling some serious posters, almost $1,000 a day, and when contrasted to my $1,200 bi-weekly wage, made working for myself an imperative. From the day I quit, my only limitation was my own capabilities. And I have yet to reach those limits.
It hasn’t been easy. I started freelancing for $15 a project. I’ve certainly eaten enough raman noodles, even as a family. But the personnel development, lessons learned, and satisfaction of where I am today, and where I can be in another 12 months, have made the ROI in Jess Bachman a gold mine from all angles.
Back in December of 2009 I was really excited about this idea I had.
Users would install a plugin or extension for their brower and when others users were viewing the same URL, they had the opportunity to create a small chat room.
So lets say a news story breaks and thousands of users go to a CNN url, then those with the plugin can chat about the news story.
Or lets say you are into fly fishing rods and are on a fly fishing website, others with the plugin can chat with you about… fly fishing.
The plugin would need a way to handle dynamic urls and a way to see users who were upstream on the url as well. So if I am at FlyFishing.com/products/rods/sale.html then not only could i chat with users at that url but also at FlyFishing.com/products/ or even FlyFishing.com
Problem it solves: Chat rooms are great, but it’s hard to find rooms of people with similar interests. Flyfishing chat rooms? good luck. But ShoutBreak would allow people who are already in a one location(URL) due to similar interests create a instant chat room to connect.
Revenue: The chat room can serve ad-sense ads based on the content of the URL it’s service. Companies sign up for a service to 1. remove or replace the ads and 2. offer a branded experience. All shoutbreakers on CNN can be in CNN branded chat rooms.
I registered ShoutBreak.com and the .net and .org but never got too far with the project. Mostly because it’s one of those services that requires a significant user penetration to make useful, and I wasn’t ready to devote the resources to make that happen. I did some competitor research and found a few similar services but all with terrible UIs and poor implementation. Most have failed due to the traction problem. I did sell the domains recently to a PSU CS student for $500 so maybe he will do something cool. I do love the name ShoutBreak and was really surprised that it was an unregistered domain at the time.
So, do you think idea could have had any legs? I would love someone to run with it.
The opportunity to join Visual.ly came along and I took it. I have already been working with those guys at Mint for years anyways, so its only natural to extend the relationship.
I am excited to be working at the forefront of of the “big data + big understanding” movement. People are waking up to the fact that humans are visual creatures. We learn and explore visually with 10x the efficiency and understanding that words can produce.
I think Visual.ly can really rock that space, hard. See below.
So back in 2007 I did a radio show on WRUV 91.1 FM called Free Robot Radio.
The tag line was ,
IDM breakcore, folktronica, 8 bit throwback, robot liberation empowerment spirituals.
It was great stuff. I went by the moniker, Mibs, and my co-host was Lolly, who was an actual robot. Lolly had a good ear for music but a snotty attitude, being from the future he thought he was better than everyone else.
From what I have found out through other sources, in the future Robots run the world but are constantly being outdated by newer robots made by other robots. There is a caste system where obsolete robots represent about 90% of the population and generally have no power and zero social mobility.
Lolly was able to travel back into time to present day (2007) and hooked up with me to spread his message of robot liberation. Unfortunately, he overshot his target date, as robots are not even self aware yet, and certainly incapable of overthrowing the human overlords. Even so, I let Lolly share my radio platform because much of his robot spirituals are great music. It’s just his attitude that is hard to put up with.
All songs are from the glory days of the Robot Liberation Front, circa 2034.
I am not making this up, listen to the shows, they are posted below.
Google is constantly playing a game of cat and mouse with SEOs and those that covert page on in the SERPs. SEOs will figure out a way to game the results, and Google will respond, algorithmically closing loop holes. These closes open up other loopholes, some big enough to stuff hundred million dollar companies in. It’s an endless cycle that will repeat ad infinitum as long as there is so much value in the Google serps.
Fuck Sinatra, no one does it better than Horace Andy. Ok, they are different songs but this track is twice as smooth. Not his most popular by a long shot, but there is no better backyard summer joint than this.
So back when I was 19, back in 1999, the underground hip hop scene was amazing. Mos Def and Talib Kweli put out Blackstar (1998) and there was this total release from creative constraints that had gripped much of popular rap music.
Braggadocio, the art of the dis, was at its height and there was an insult arms race on. No longer could you simply say “you’re weak” it had to be extruded and amplified beyond all reason.
I used to write and post battle raps on this message board (still around), ughh.com under the unfortunate handle of VynalTap. It was great for exploring my creative process. This is one of the battle raps I wrote circa 1999.
Indelible Decibles that are incredibly edible Make your mouths water like your neighbors naughty daughter HipHop, is my only alma mater, sawter my hand to the mic I’ll start a firefight in the arctic night And dropping more shit than german porn poopers Your crew are born losers like storm troopers Oh I dissed your crew, you gunna battle my text? Are you cookin up some emcee brutality next? Cats like you be bouncing your reality checks I cant stand for heads that are just that dense When Im so ahead of my time i have to speak in the past tense I dont play with guns and im jumped my last fense Ive passed tents, now its me who’ve amassed rents You couldnt make 200 bucks if you pass go on your last throw Its ok tho, in the future you can be my dogg like Astro Ill damage your amateur plan for sure The minute the beat hits i leave critics critiqueless Can’t find a weakness…..which defines my uniqueness From school halls to pool halls im throwing brawls Ill rip so many assholes you’ll get picked up like bowling balls My flowing sprawls from bathroom stalls to math room walls If still think im a common emcee They go ahead, peep my geometry… Tri any angle, ill Rec when we tangle When you come off Square like Urkel Ill throw a Curve in your cypher Circles Black Holes, yeah i shine there I have too many Sides for times Square You see i can vent on a Tangent if my plan’s spent If I just speak ebonics then you missed the conics in my phonics My text effects get complex when i flex my intellect I intersect cyphers and dicide whos my dinner next If new cats want to test me then bring it on Im even taking out vets like visions of Vietnam Incisions i see it spawn in pain of your brain Cuttings veins and even more nerves Your heads exposed,….. now its time for hors d’oeuvres….
But ofcourse I wasn’t a real emcee. I had never rocked a mic. I was a wordsmith, and over the next year my battle raps had morphed into linguistic excecises. Circa 2000.
I Mark Summers by physical challenges A tell tale sign of the tattletale talented Tongue twisters and french kisses On bench presses with wench mistresses I approximate rhyme and geusstimate meter My home is my castle and im the geust of great leaders I hangout with Tiny Timothy, Spin lock groove beats in a wax infinity, Give my stamp of approval… And mail metaphors and faxsimiles…
Are we on the same page or are you speed reading?… Give my words back so backwards can read speeding… Huh?…. I just got a head of myself that i place on the mantle instead of the shelf… Bread or wealth? Is it dough your kneading? Take a breath in hold it in… Post rain and exhail… and you can borrow my rolling pin I got G’s… and i tend to be Gregarious… With my 31 flavors of various Ben and Jerry kids Just dont flip me the bird, Like Charlie Parker or Larry did….
I then started to focus it a bit (but not too much).
Exhibit dual nature yet remain a Taurus kid, I refrain from choruses, thunder-lizards and Thesauruses… Poor as piss, my mental cavity submerged in the tourist biz… Forever falling…and wondering if the floor exsist… My wit leading in with a shit eating grin Over bathroom breaks and urine samples… As i lure in ample ex-girlfriends and examples Of a whole lot of harems of harlots and tramples… I dont debate the pros and cons that constitue prositutes… Costing you losts of loot, lost on the Boston route… I join mages who blend sages and mix wizards that transcend pages… Press on rose pedals to toe metal and nervously prune’em… And always coin phrases like “E Plurbus Unum”
I would often write about topics I was clueless on, like women. ”Sara Bellum” May, 2001.
My mistress with no mistrust Ear touching smiles when she kissed us… Born in the 80’s, cosmic hairstyles spawn from big bangs Flowed like euphrates from Haiti’s harangue… I love the way her Bedrocked to rubble with Flinstones Soft melodies play sharply with her deafening skin tones… Heart strings plucked to create heart beats, Part her part me… Blunts smoked, time for her beauty nap Eyes closed, buttons undone and im caught in her booby trap… She lived for the night time but i only saw her in mourning… A black dress made from bed sheets, Two racists locked in dead heats, Four heads ignoring four warnings… Forward thinking to compensate for her hind-sight And the blackest of holes is where she’d find light… She knew she’d never own a home so she made cameos on chromozones Raised roofs with piled wood until she displaced the neighbors with her child hood… I voiced my concern until i had my tonsils pulled, She never listened and now im ear-responsible… Just a penny for my thoughts yet she charged a hundred per-cent, Confused…many days spent never knowing what a maze meant…i was in, completely complacent… Chances of recovering narrowing, A hero hooked to his heroine… Her life was mine and i would’nt let go… I tried to be down but i remained so-low
Ofcourse battle raps are all about being ‘hard’. So to not seem like soft soft-ass sucka emcee I would drop the occasional ‘hardifact’. ”Chronus” Summer 2001.
Think you got it made well im fucking making it Wear my soul on my sleave for those of you faking shit… My holy writs are closely knit to picher poets throwing fits. -I sit upon sacred stools to your holy shits…- Tell me where my dome is Absent minded and homeless… Ive stayed strong…wheres my bonus? Life’s Zeus to my Cronus… Shit upon, im the son of Uranus In every language, my ‘beunos’ turned heinous… My famous turned nameless Yet strange its my hindsight thats aimless… Constantly tested, a cardiac then arrested… Witness the malice grow in Alice with my rabit hole molested… Close ties to saturn, razor sharp rings cuttings rungs on my latter… Wrung out to ambivilence, which the strongs hands of anti-matter, Eyesore like a Phoenix with wings of kleenex…tear filled and tattered….
At some point, it was just poetry. Just don’t let any of the emcees know you were a poet. “Mayor May I?” Summer, 2001.
I feel the wake as my distant lilly pad adjusts… Mad disgust, Baby boy braided with the beads from a broken abacus… Dead beat dad, dad beats kids, kids beat it An ample trampling from a foot race who cant defeet it… The drumstick fist are never off beat Everythings cement but nothings concrete… Its gets redundant…kissing licks… Kids shitting bricks, pissing mortar…building prisons… The brightest of lights, trapped in a gilden prisms… Tired sons seek dusk and night cravings Penny pinching for a little daylight savings… Those once supple breast have lost weight Got milk? No…but i got crates…
Ive seen the homeless break on cardboard boxes…
Beneath a bridge the whispering dome spoke and said they were from broken homes but never home broken… Mayors making money extracting tears for salt mines As little girls play hopscotch in chaulk outlines… A run downed b-ball court serves to fence in wingless black birds, The sky so choked and dark…the mood read backwards….
Being in college and exposed to great resources of learning, I felt I had to write about topics that were central to my experience, like drinking. ”Raise your spirits” November, 2001
i met her way back when cats were thirty packin study stackin cans, with wordy yakkin scams lackin ma’ams, trying to get a little dirty slack in clams
tight silver frame, perfumin’em with aluminum a whore when i met her but always disease free eager to please me, she went down easily
Used my tongue to blot her juice Wasnt hung but i got her loose Twist a bit and soon i was double fisting it Kissed her clit and couldn’t resist the fit
In thick spots she get fired up in lick shots Id get smoochie with my hoochie My lips on her neck…going down smoothly We’d go back home and she would lay me down And the next morning she’d always ‘hang around’
Getting squashed from the weight of my cement roof i didn’t have a problem, but the bottle had 100% proof Life not worth my toe jam, I entered this program all i had to do was twelve steps a day… But the liquor store was only eleven steps away….
Eventually I graduated college in 2002 and also from the ughh.com boards. I found another writing community on DeviantArt where I didn’t have to beat up on sucka emcees and could just be myself, whatever that was.
But I will always love hiphop, especially from ‘98-‘02 when you couldn’t find a wack record in the stores. And I do mean record, I bought over $10k worth of vinyl during those years. But I wasn’t meant to be a DJ either.
I saw my future and tried to stencil it But i broke my pencil tip Hence i’ll quit.
Usually it’s in the $1k-$2k range for web based work. Print and larger projects can be $5K-$10K
Do you help with promotion?
Yes. I work with a team to push the content on the social networks. I also have a roster of influential bloggers and media types who may feature relevant content.
Does everything go viral? Can you guarantee it does?
No. Virality is not a science and there is always risk. About 95% of my content has some viral success. Keep in mind that some topics have more reach than others. Social networks can be a savvy bunch and will not spread content with overt commercial overtones or suspicious content.
Does this you mean wont work with my Pay Day Loan site?
Yes. I only work with reputable clients. No Pay Day loans, online casinos, or other shady and fraudulent ventures. Also you should be ashamed of yourself for promoting pay day loan schemes.
What if I just wanted your visualization and design skills or consultancy?
No problem. I love designing effective ways to communicate ideas and processes.
Do you do your own research?
I can and often do my own research but also can work with provided research or data.
How long does it take?
Most infographics can take from 3 to 8 business days to complete.
Can I have on in the next 3 days?
No. I work with a small roster of repeat clients. Lead in for new clients can be from 2 to 8 weeks. My schedule can be shifted if you had an interesting project or wanted expedited pricing.
How does the process usually work?
You tell me what you are looking for. I workship an idea. You approve. I create a basic visual draft. You approve. I create a final image. You approve. We coordinate on any promotional efforts.
I am sure this won’t be the only Valentine’s Day infographic out there. Invariably, every holiday brings out an infographic taste, like that one isle of the dollar store.
This one was for Lynx Effect, a UK brand, known in the US as Axe. Deoderant.
It’s standard fare. A typical “By-the-numbers” piece that I pioneered way back when but stopped doing them because everyone else was. I returned to the form here because they had a specific data set and the by-the-numbers application was the only one that would work. Also, all the ‘graphs’ here are proportional by area.
There are two versions here. The first is my so often used wooden background (look familiar). It grounds all the various ephemera and pieces laying around. Some brand manager said it was too girly, so I swamped it out with a background from their website.
Here is the first version. Click it to see the revised version.
Currently I spend weekdays, 10am-3pm create viral infographic content for clients like mint.com and other super cool people. From 3pm-8pm I am engaged in all manner of fort building, bad guy slaying, slow carb eating, tea party having, good times. From 8pm-12pm I am often administering, mockup designing, community managing, digging in analytics, and other startup related business. When not doing that I am likely watching bad reality TV, or making love, with my woman.
A brief history of me.
Born in 1980 Lafayette, Louisiana, my mom and I moved to the Boston area when I was a wee lad. Raised and schooled in Massachusetts, I set out at the age of 22 with my Communications degree to work in retail (fired), then telemarketing (quit). Moved to College Station, Texas to help start and run a few restaurants (fired)(quit). Then up to Vermont for some sweatshop labor (quit) until a project of mine became popular on the internet. I haphazardly quit my day job and never looked back. I sold a bunch of posters, had my 15 minutes of fame (actually 7 minutes), and started a blog. I was known for infographics and started doing them for clients in 2008. Fast forward two years and I have done more infographics than can I can count and am currently seeing what else I have to offer this planet. Oh and along the way I found love had a family.