Joseph

My name is JOSEPH, 21 years old and America's next top executive. My motto is simple, "work as though you refuse to believe there is anyone out there who wants this more than you" and "live life as though you're America's Next Top Executive." You want to learn more about me? Hustler's P.O.M.E. In Stores Now...look for my name is the credits ("the next Kevin Liles") or you can just wait for the autobiography...NY Times Bestseller...coming soon.
I DO EVERYTHING. FROM PUBLIC RELATIONS AND MARKETING TO A&Ring TO CONSULTING TO CLOTHING DISTRIBUTION TO MY MOST RECENT ROLE AS TEAM MANAGER FOR DIPSKATE (CONTACT ME REGARDING SUBMISSION OF DEMO REELS).
"FASHION, CARS, FOOD AND MAKE IT ALL FOREIGN..."
I WOULD LIKE TO MEET ANYONE WHO HAS ACCOMPLISHED WHAT OTHERS SAID THEY COULDN'T...
"The New Power Play: Innaccessibility" (Excerpt from Oct. issue GQ Mag.)
There's this guy. Let's call him Bill. He's a star. He's bankable. And you can't get to him. Bill has no agent. He has no publicist. No office. You call a number, leave a message, and, if he's interested, he'll call you back. Otherwise the answer is no.
This is the way of the future. For the last seven years, the BlackBerry, the Treo, the Web-equipped mobile phone they have all been token of how indespensible we are. They were a tangible argument for our power. All that is over. Now you see some dude bent over his BlackBerry and what do you feel? You feel pity. He's at the Mercy of the flow. He's enslaved. They might as well stick a line into his neck and start feeding this stuff into the ash pit of his cerebral cortex.
Inaccessibility is the new accessibility. You can see the beginnings of it if you look hard enough. You want to be wanted? Make people work to earn access to you. It's happening at every level. Vince Vaughn carries no cell phone. Scarlett Johanson doesn't use e-mail. Same with Bush and his crew-all the better not to hear us with. Osama Bin Laden, a man with some accessibility issues of his own, stopped using cell and satellite phones years ago. He's all about handwritten notes to his minions.
These people see the information superhighway for what it is: just another garbage scow. There is precious little you need to know within seconds. There is no invitation that must be answered straightaway. No forwarded Slate article, no joke of the day, no offer for cheap pharmaceuticals that can't be utterly ignored.
So today I dumped three e-mail accounts, unhooked one phone, and changed my voicemail greeting so that it directs people who don't already have my cell-phone number to write me a letter. Then I called Bill's number to thank him for the inspiration. A woman's voice told me to push 2 to leave a message. But that was it. His mailbox was full. Some people are always one step ahead.