The AFTERLIFE EPITAPH – Nov. 24th, 2008 #4, Vol.1
We are about to give thanks for things in our lives. It will be harder this year for most to say anything but they are thankful for their health (leaving out the fact that they don’t have health insurance) or that we have found hope in a new president who will bring change. Bring change. Something I have heard over and over. Just until a couple of weeks ago, the word “maverick” was bounced around so much without true thought to what it meant, I developed a gag response when it was uttered while others would take a shot of alcohol. In both cases, we all ended up sick.
Maverick. What truly upset me was the improper use of the word itself. It was scripted for those who could never tell a true maverick if he/she was planted firmly in front of him/her, nor was it a proper description or title for those on whom it was bestowed. How do I know? I have had the title all my life and I am damn well proud of it. In a recent interview, the writer referred to my status and way of life in a very straightforward way:
“Artists like Jonathan Schneider are living proof of the chaos theory: the most creative place in the universe is at the edge of chaos. Jonathan Schneider demonstrates his comfort zone at the edge in the choice of his motto, “Nullum magnum ingenium sine mixtura dementiae” (There is no great ability without a mixture of madness).”
I was the kid who was sent to the principal seeing directions as ways of finding a different route to the correct answer. I was the co-worker who stood out because I didn’t say “yes” when the boss asked if we all thought his/her plan was the best solution. I was also the one who came up with innovative ways for a company to make millions upon millions of dollars. I showed them how to do it better, faster and cheaper and while being brow-beaten for not thinking along with the team or the status quo, there were others implementing my suggestions. Sometimes I got credit and sometimes I did not. THAT, dear readers, is a maverick. Sometimes broken but never self-appointed. Like a nickname that sticks and is worn like a badge of honor, the title “maverick” belongs to those who dare and accept the life such a title brings.
mav·er·ick n.
1. An unbranded range animal, especially a calf that has become separated from its mother, traditionally considered the property of the first person who brands it.

Andrew Higgins was a self-taught genius in small boat design, building boats out of wood before the war for use by the oil industry to explore the swamps in Louisiana. He was so sure that there would be a war and a need for thousands of small boats, and also certain that steel would be in short supply, that he bought the entire 1939 crop of mahogany from the Philippines and stored it for future use!
When the war started the Marines realized they needed landing craft and expected the Navy to supply them. The navy opened the design up for competition and Higgins applied. Higgins had several things working against him.
• He was a hot-tempered, “loud-mouthed Irishman“ who drank a bottle of whiskey a day.
• He built his boats out of wood rather than steel, which didn’t sit well with the Navy.
• His firm was a small fly-by-night outfit on the Gulf Coast rather than an established firm on the East Coast.
• He insisted the “Navy doesn’t know one damn thing about small boats.”
Higgins struggled for several years, always managing to get a small contract here and there. The Marines loved what he produced. It was far superior to anything the Navy had been able to design. And he finally got a large contract for his LCVP (landing craft, vehicle and personnel).
Once he got the initial contract he showed that he was as much a genius at mass production as he was at design. He setup assembly lines scattered throughout New Orleans, some in tents. He employed up to 30,000 worked and integrated his work force with blacks, women, and men… the first time this was done in New Orleans. He paid top wages regardless of race or sex and tried to inspire his employees with slogans like “The man who relaxes is helping the Axis.”
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One of my favorite maverick innovators was a man who also turned down millions of dollars for his work.
George Washington Carver, born of slave parents on July 12, 1864 in Diamond Grove, Missouri, devoted his life to research projects connected primarily with southern agriculture. The products he derived from the peanut and the soybean revolutionized the economy of the South by liberating it from an excessive dependence on cotton. Carver developed crop-rotation methods for conserving nutrients in soil and discovered hundreds of new uses for crops such as the peanut, which created new markets for farmers.He didn’t just keep the best for himself; he gave it away freely for the benefit of mankind. Not only did he achieve his goal as the world’s greatest agriculturist, but also he achieved the equality and respect of all.
George’s formal education started when he was twelve. He had, however, tried to get into schools in the past but was denied on the basis of race. No black school was available locally so he was forced to move. He said Good-bye to his adopted parents, Susan and Moses Carter, and headed to Newton County in southwest Missouri. Here is where the path of his education began. He studied in a one-room schoolhouse and worked on a farm to pay for it. He ended up, shortly after, moving with another family to Fort Scott in Kansas. Though denied admission to Highland University because of his race, Carver gained acceptance to Simpson College in Indianola, Iowa, in 1890. He became well respected for his artistic talent (in later days his art would be included in the spectacular World’s Columbian Exposition Art Exhibit). Carver’s interests, however, lay more in science and he transferred from Simpson to Iowa Agricultural College (which is now known as Iowa State University). He distinguished himself so much that upon graduation in 1894 he was offered a position on the school’s faculty, the first Black accorded the honor. Carver was allowed great freedom in working in agriculture and botany in the University’s greenhouses.
In 1895, Carver co-authored a series of papers on the prevention and cures for fungus diseases affecting cherry plants. In 1896 he received his master’s degree in agriculture and in 1897 discovered two funguses that would be named after him. Later that year Booker T. Washington, founder of the Tuskegee Institute, convinced Carver to come south and serve as the school’s director of agriculture.
At Tuskegee, Carver developed his crop rotation method, which alternated nitrate producing legumes-such as peanuts and peas-with cotton, which depletes soil of its nutrients. Following Carver’s lead, southern farmers soon began planting peanuts one year and cotton the next. While many of the peanuts were used to feed livestock, large surpluses quickly developed. Carver then developed 325 different uses for the extra peanuts-from cooking oil to printers ink. When he discovered that the sweet potato and the pecan also enriched depleted soils, Carver found almost 20 uses for these crops, including synthetic rubber and material for paving highways.
He continued constantly working with peanuts, sweet potatoes, and pecans trying to produce new products. He developed more than 300 products from the peanut (including Peanut Butter), 175 from the sweet potato, and 60 from the pecan. He extracted blue, purple, and red pigments from the clay soil of Alabama. He researched the manufacture of synthetic marble from green wood shavings, rope from cornstalk fibers, and veneers from the palmetto root. During WWI, he worked to replace the textile dyes that were being imported from Europe. He ended up producing and replacing over 500 different shades. In 1927, he invented a process for producing paints and stains from soybeans.
Although he did hold three patents, Carver never patented most of the many discoveries he made while at Tuskegee, saying “God gave them to me, how can I sell them to someone else?”
Thomas Edison, the great inventor was so enthusiastic about that he asked Carver to move to Orange Grove, New Jersey to work at the Edison Laboratories at an annual salary of $100,000 per year and state of the art facilities. He declined the generous offer, wanting to continue on at Tuskegee.
One could sing the praises of Carver enough to fill books and the number of men and women like him who thumbed their noses at the rules set by society, yet they provided that very same society with innovations that made life richer and easier. Sort of makes you think, doesn’t it?!
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The Afterlife is a collection of true mavericks. We give you ideas and innovation that will drive your product to greatness and people will still laugh at us and call us hurtful names. So contact us today to discuss your needs, Call us mavericks, nerds, ne-er-do-wells or whatever; just call us!
Jonathan Schneider – Archangel of creative
The AFTERLIFE
“Nullum magnum ingenium sine mixtura dementiae”
~ There is no great ability without a mixture of madness.














November 24, 2008 at 7:33 am
I’ve been reading along for a while now. I just wanted to drop you a comment to say keep up the good work.
November 24, 2008 at 7:34 am
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November 26, 2008 at 12:33 am
better a maverick than a lemming be …