The Impression That You Get

Hi, hello, welcome!

I’m Bryce Rudow, and if you’re reading this I’m probably trying to impress you.

So let me start back in the much simpler time of 2010, when I was sat down in one of New Media Strategies’ swanky conference rooms and told that I, at the ripe age of 23, would be solely responsible for the social media presences of both Saturday Night Live and Celebrity Apprentice.

Which, given the past six years, is both absolutely nuts and a telling sign of how long I have been ensconced in the world of digital media.

Meanwhile, I continued to serve as Community Manager for other heavyweight entertainment clients including Disney, Sony, ABC Family, Syfy, and NBC. I even devised an industry-lauded website for the sinister Umbrella Corporation that looms over the Resident Evil franchise.

A few years later, I accepted a Creative Strategist position at the award-winning agency iStrategy Labs; where I helped renovate the website for the D.C. institution Ben’s Chili Bowl, and where I convinced a skeptical U.S. Park Police to let Red Bull’s parkour champion run rampant across the Lincoln Memorial for a photo shoot…

…where I advised Planned Parenthood on how to best persuade Americans to responsibly put rabbits to shame…

…and where I transformed a warehouse in Northeast D.C. into a fake bar, so Redd’s Apple Ale consumers could destroy it from their respective living rooms via a custom-built apple launcher:

(yes, that is me dressed as the taunting bear dancing on the bar)

However, while I thoroughly enjoyed my time at iSL, I eventually decided to chase the journalistic dream and was soon hired by The Daily Banter as a staff writer, exploring such topics as the complexities of hashtag activistm and the Ferguson protests before being promoted to Associate Editor just six months later.

Not long after that, I was recruited by iStrategyLab’s COO to help found an outlet supported by a first-of-its-kind revenue stream that employed a novel twist on a tip jar, which we dubbed “Patronizing”:

As Editor-in-Chief, I composed everything from 25-page mission statements on the future of the media industry, to raunchy explications of 1960s political ads, to high-minded Game of Thrones recaps…

I saw my work make it to the top of Reddit’s r/History…

And my daily politics newsletter, “The Morning Commute,” garner thousands of faithful subscribers.

I had the honor of working with marquee names such as Nathan Rabin, Baratunde Thurston, and Julian Kimble, and the privilege of molding young writers into Rolling Stone and Vanity Fair staffers:

With free reign over all written, audio, and video content, I was able to set the editorial direction for an outlet that successfully zigged when others regrettably zagged.

And because of that commitment to quality writing and journalism, I received kudos from personal heroes of mine like John Dickerson of 60 Minutes fame and Killer Mike of Run the Jewels:

Thanks to its effective revenue stream, the outlet was eventually acquired (and stripped for parts). Fortunately, that was the perfect impetus for me to follow my fearless wife to Antananarivo, Madagascar, where she had been offered her dream job.

A few weeks and pickup basketball games later, I was asked to be the Global Communications Director for the Jr. NBA Madagascar program; where I have raised funds from both individuals and corporate sponsors alike, cajoled an unwilling government into supporting youth sports, and helped my team move one step closer to realizing our dream of seeing a Malagasy player on an NBA roster.

That being said, I have never given up on my unwavering belief in practical idealism when it comes to emending U.S. domestic politics…

In my spare time, I am consistently coming up with “half-baked ideas to save the country” under my pen name The Son of Sam Seaborn, crafting more modern takes takes on political strategy slide decks, and doing the occasional correspondent work; including an appearance on ABC News’ Start Here podcast:

Ultimately, I am the kind of person who somehow gets invited to things like POLITICO’s swanky Inauguration Day soiree at the W Hotel —

— but who then runs home, changes clothes, and covers the Inauguration Day protests (doing all I can to make sure they remain peaceful):

“We are educated people who do not need to break sh*t!” — me, outraged

I am the kind of unabashed weirdo who spends their quarantine taking General Assembly courses, tinkering with the suite of new features Google Analytics 4.0 offers, dissecting Instagram’s updated algorithm, climbing up the DuoLingo French leaderboard, guest lecturing at the University of Maryland, and explaining how Nelson Rockefeller’s uncontrollable libido led us to Donald Trump.

Because, over the past decade, I have never stopped obsessing over how to best disentangle the Gordian knot that is digital strategy and how to altruistically wield the daunting power of the written (/typed) word.

Because, as my father Sam Seaborn Sr. says, “I think ambition is good. I think overreaching is good.”

At least that’s the impression that I get.

Knock on wood.


(If the title of this thing has you itching for some Mighty Mighty Bosstones, I got you covered)