Congratulations, Brian Meyer - Iowa State University
2018 ACE Professional Award Recipient
The Professional Award is the highest recognition given by the Association for Communication Excellence to one of its members.
Brian's acceptance remarks:
want to end the suspense right now. I did not win this morning’s Joe
Marks Fun Run. Wouldn’t that have been something? The ACE Professional
the 2018 Joe Marks Fun Run Champion?
you. It is a great honor and privilege to receive the ACE Professional
Award. Thank you to the ACE board and all those involved in making this
my showing in this morning’s run, I always wanted to be the kind of
leader that men and women would follow anywhere. If only out of
And so has it come to pass.
If you’ve ever applied for a writing or reporting job, you know the age-old question often asked by the search committee: “When you must decide between being a perfectionist and making the deadline, how do you choose?”
Today I’m going to answer that honestly. I want to be freaking perfect, thank you.
obviously, is not the correct response. Especially if you want to be
hired. And that is not the correct response to what’s demanded of each
of us in our daily communications work.
over the years, I found a way to deliver on time and get an inch or two
closer to perfect — even if it was only in my mind. Even if it was in
ways that only I noticed. Even if perfection was a sentence. Or rather, a
revised sentence. Or rather, a revision of a revised sentence. I could
keep going . . .
Perfection isn’t even the right word. Better. Improved.
many years I worked for a dean whose favorite compliment to me was
contained in a one-word email message: “Perfect.” It was never true. But
it helped me to hear it. It made me want to keep trying to get better.
if you’re like me, what you really hope to get from your abilities in
communications is a feeling of completion, maybe not of satisfaction.
E.B. White once wrote that a writer, almost by definition, is a person incapable of satisfaction.
chose a hard profession. Maybe you did, too. I am a word person, and
yet words have failed me more times than I care to admit — or that I
care to remember.
That’s why I need ACE. That’s why you do, too.
to ACE taught me about caring that much. And caring deeply enough to
keep trying to get it right. We should not be satisfied.
no, it’s never about perfection. That’s unattainable. It’s about trying
your best, adding to your skills, blooming into your gifts. Then
applying and sharing them. ACE helps make all that happen.
never about perfection. It’s about constantly trying to raise the bar —
in our work of communications and, also, in our work of relationships.
people ask me how to describe what my office does, I usually say it’s
all the “relations” words: Public relations, media relations, alumni
relations, donor relations, stakeholder relations, government relations,
internal relations, external relations.
of it boils down to building relationships: communicating on behalf of
our institution and delivering our messages to many audiences every day.
And inviting them to listen, to trust and to support.
Burke was a Michigan editor in the early 1900s. He was a guest lecturer
in the first agricultural journalism class taught at the University of
Illinois in 1907. Here’s what Burke told that class:
work here is to study nature in her manifold aspects. But when you go
out to engage in your life work, remember always and everywhere that the
most important thing on earth is human
nature; and human nature should be our chief study and the service of [humanity] our highest earthly aim.”
we need to get the relationships right, too — the human nature side
that’s part of everything we do. And because it is, it gets messy
sometimes. Humans: They’re the worst. They’re a muddy cocktail. And in
the dregs are contradictions, irony and sometimes even paradox.
, by the way, also will not get you hired.)
That’s why there’s ACE. That’s why there’s been 105 years
come to ACE to keep figuring out how to do communications better and
how that translates into building those important relationships.
come to ACE to learn how to be present at the table when decisions are
made. I know many of us have struggled with that simple fact: Being
invited into the room and knowing a chair with your name on it is
waiting for you.
has helped me prepare when the eyes around that table turn toward me.
Which is scary. For years I’ve been practicing how to remain calm when
everyone around you is waving their arms up in the air and speaking in
tongues. That’s years of me imitating ACE members who I know do it well.
been blessed to know some of very best practitioners of communications
anywhere. They’re ACE members. They’re in this room. I’ve learned a lot
from these masters — people like you.
summer it struck me that I’ve been an ACE member for half my life. In
my first year working at Iowa State University, I joined ACE and went to
my first national ACE conference. I was 28. The conference was in St.
Paul. That very first conference set the template for me, encapsulating
what professional development was all about and what it would mean to
felt welcomed. People came up to me and introduced themselves. I was
happy to see Jack Sperbeck reached 50 years as a member this year. Jack
was the ACE president when I went to St. Paul. He welcomed me warmly. So
did Gary Hermance. And Joe Marks. And Linda Benedict. They were like
ushers, leading me in to the church of ACE. Bidding me partake in the
holy sacrament of professional development.
St. Paul, I brought home a notebook full of ideas and a short list of
things I really wanted to try. That, too, became part of the template
that was set my first year.
was that vibe you got off people as they talked about what they loved
to do. I was reminded of that yesterday in the remarks by Jack Dykinga,
our Reuben Brigham Award winner. He made you want to grab a camera and
light out for the territory with him.
of ACE for me has been wrapped up in the national conferences. Every
year I enjoyed being face-to-face with people I looked up to and from
whom I could be inspired.
I never liked calling it networking. It was friendships.
one of my conference notebooks of the past, I brought home this
statement from one of the presenters: “Professional development is
finding out about who you are.”
what ACE has been to me. Many have helped me discover who I am or what I
could become. It became a year-round thing, not just something that
happened at the annual conference. Colleagues were always willing to
take a phone call, reply to a question or confer on a common issue.
That work of relationship building? We practiced on each other.
Dykinga, the Reuben Brigham recipient, yesterday spoke about
“transcendent moments” captured in his photographs. I’ve had plenty of
those kinds of moments as an ACE member. Definitely not as spectacularly
lit as the subject matter depicted in his photos, but still indelible.
St. Paul, I remember a multistate group of us walking out into the
night to have dinner at a French restaurant called Forepaugh’s. That was
my first experience with French cuisine, made more memorable by the
hypnotic French spoken by our waitress.
drove a car to Indianapolis, eight hours there and eight hours back,
with a 90-year-old ACE member going to his last ACE conference. How I
wished I would have had a dashboard camera to record that whole trip, so
I could remember his every word.
ate grits for breakfast with author and reporter Rick Bragg in
Savannah, before introducing him as the Hermance Speaker. He was
charming, arrogant, amusing, full of himself — and a great speaker and
At an ACE writing workshop in Ames, I wrote a novel with 16 other ACE members in 48 hours. Still
the only ACE novel in existence. As far as we know.
night I walked the monuments on the Mall in Washington DC with ACE
colleagues from every part of the country. Together we felt that
wordless emotion you’re struck by, standing in front of the Vietnam War
Memorial in the near dark.
celebrated my first child’s first birthday on the beach at Asilomar,
holding on to his hands as he wiggled his toes in the sand.
of my favorite ACE photos shows another multistate group taken in Rapid
City, in one of those tourist-trap photo studios. The end result was a
sepia-toned picture of us dressed as cowboys, barkeeps, gamblers and
dancehall girls, with a saloon in the background. And each of us
striking a pose with a super-solemn face. Janet Rodekohr was in that
photo. At the following year’s conference, Janet came up to me and said:
“Remember me? I was that hussy in South Dakota!”
was in the audience in Washington for the now-legendary ACE story about
the plenary presentation by someone who billed himself as a futurist.
We were awe-struck. Dumbfounded. And not in a good way. One image sums
it up: The speaker pulling overheads out of a backpack on the fly. I
remember many of us looking around at each other and nodding. This is
not how it’s done. If not transcendent, certainly a teachable moment.
Like that futurist, we, too, chose a hard profession. It doesn’t get easier.
live in difficult times — strange times — for those committed to doing
communications well. Sometimes it feels like we’re lost in a fog of
noisy jackassery and unfathomable pinheadery.
Well, we need to keep countering with some “communication excellence” badassery. That’s why we need ACE, and more than ever.
can help lift the fog. We need to care enough to keep trying to get it
right: to keep raising the bar on the message, the image, the
technology, the delivery and the research-based education.
That’s why we’re here. We are the unsatisfied. Stay unsatisfied, my friends.
read through some of the remarks delivered by past recipients of the
ACE Professional Award. They’re quite wonderful. Some are posted on the
ACE website. I wanted to end with a quote, so I looked to see whom these
past winners had quoted.
North quoted Shakespeare. Frankie Gould quoted Bob Dylan. Robert Casler
quoted Ira Glass. Dave King, memorably, quoted Jimmy Buffet. What Dave
realized, of course, is that you can’t spell “communication excellence”
I’ll close with is a very short poem by Sheenagh Pugh, a British poet
and writer. I looked up Ms. Pugh online before coming to Scottsdale,
just to refresh myself on who she was. I discovered that she had
practically disavowed this particular poem. She’s sick of it; it’s been
anthologized too much; and some have criticized her for not using more
inclusive language. Ms. Pugh is unrepentant. Some have tried to change
the language, which pisses her off.
still a favorite of mine, though. I think it’s pretty close to perfect.
It is a poem, so you can read into what you will. But I find it hopeful
about our daily struggle to cut through the fog: To find the right
message and have the courage to deliver it, knowing that there’s an
audience — there’s someone — who needs to hear it.
This is called “Sometimes”:
Sometimes things don't go, after all,
from bad to worse. Some years, muscadel
faces down frost; green thrives; the crops don't fail.
Sometimes a man aims high, and all goes well.
A people sometimes will step back from war,
elect an honest man, decide they care
enough, that they can't leave some stranger poor.
Some men become what they were born for.
Sometimes our best intentions do not go
amiss; sometimes we do as we meant to.
The sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow
that seemed hard frozen; may it happen for you.