Education
Languages
English
Spanish
Italian
Yiddish
Swift (iOS)
Skills
My resume won't tell you:
For three years in middle school, my friend Andy and I wrote, produced, and starred in a "word of the week" segment broadcast on our school's weekly video news program. Episodes of "And Now a Word from our Jacob" still exist somewhere on the internet…
I self-published a novel at age 11—unbeknownst to my friends, I had been chronicling the make-believe adventures of our playdates over several years. You can still find it on Amazon (I’ll make $4.13 if you buy a copy). All the 5-star reviewers are my elementary school teachers.
My clients know my favorite tagline is “Hotel? Trivago.” Stupidly smart—just category and brand, which is exactly how we prompt top-of-mind association. Masterclass in brevity.
I watch the Super Bowl for the ads. Gameplay is a good time to refill on snacks.
I have 3-5 passion projects simmering at any given time—screenplays, business concepts and prototypes, and, at the moment, a musical.
Seeing my Grandma Phissy struggle to remember what she had ordered at restaurants in the past, I taught myself to code so I could build and market a dining organizer app for her. It now serves users around the world.
Inspired to evolve a family recipe into an entrepreneurial endeavor, friends and I co-founded a gourmet cookie nonprofit that has amassed a national following, now raising thousands annually for charities.
I am a professional caricaturist and educator on the intersection of art and facial recognition in the brain. Honored to be a 3-time featured speaker invitee at the International Caricature Conference.
Big foodie. I'll come home from a long day at the office and still want to cook something from scratch. (Don't like to bake as much—that's predictive chemistry, and I like to innovate throughout the process.)
I don't like chocolate. Never have. No, I'm not kidding. Yes, I've tried it. Yes, even that specific kind. No, you won't "get me to like it." Yes, I know white chocolate isn't really chocolate. It's okay—my sister loves it enough for the both of us.
I grew up with an 80-lb. giant goldendoodle named Mozart. Years later, my empty-nester parents decided they wanted a big dog for a change, so they adopted Tux—a St. Bernoodle clocking in at 130 lbs., most of which is tongue.
I've worn many hats career-wise, but I don't really like hats head-wise. I do have an ever-growing collection of pocket squares, though.