The unofficial, unmarked, and entirely true story of how Empirisoft came to be. The tidy version lives on the About page. This one’s better.
All I wanted to do was draw on my desk. I was so into drawing on my desk that Mr. Wilton, our physics teacher, actually resorted to taping paper over my desk before class. Having grown up on too much Brady Bunch, I thought I wanted to be an architect — but four years at Banting Secondary had changed my mind. Although I was great at drafting, I was bored, had a D average, and had just failed chemistry. I had to do something or I wasn’t going to college. My career as a ventriloquist was long over and I had little chance for a comeback. So I changed high schools. I went to Oakridge Secondary for Grade 13. Although I can’t remember any of it, I must have studied, because I raised my average to a B− and squeaked my way into the University of Western Ontario.
I was quite impressed with myself! I was going to a real university in my own home town (London, Ontario) and I decided that I would learn to be a business man. That didn’t last long. I got bored and dropped out after my first year. I went back to what I knew best: delivering pizza. It had carried me through high school and I knew it wouldn’t fail me now. After a year of that, I somehow charmed my way back into UWO’s good graces and also landed a great summer job running a College Pro Painters franchise.
Then one fateful June evening I decided to go get a pizza and visit a girl I had recently gone miniature golfing with. On the way, a nice dad taking his kids to a ball game turned right in front of me and stopped — some kind of panic response, they said later. My motorcycle crashed right into the side of his car. My knee hyper-flexed, the ligaments snapped, and I put a crater-sized dent in the hood of his car with my full-faced helmet. My head bounced off the hood and I fell to the road, thankfully, unconscious.
I woke up and lost my painting company. I went to Art Therapy and painted all sorts of crazy stuff. I decided I would be a philosopher/artist. My art therapist suggested that psychology might pay better. So I looked in the UWO course catalogue — and there it was: “Persuasion and Attitude Change.” Cool! But one catch — Social Psychology was a pre-requisite. Argh. But Mike Atkinson was my teacher, and he blew my mind. After two or three classes, I wondered aloud to my friends over Orange Julius’ at Wonderland Mall: “Wouldn’t it be cool to have a Ph.D.?” I don’t remember what they said, but it became my motivation. I wanted a Ph.D. because I thought it would be cool.
After stumbling a bit, I was introduced to my new friend, the A+. I liked him very much and decided we should hang out exclusively. This was great — I would be a psychologist artist business man saving the world from the evil persuaders. So I got my master’s (“Expecting to Be Persuaded”) at UWO, and then Jim Olson, my advisor, tells me to go away and stop committing academic incest (i.e., getting all my degrees at one place). But I didn’t want to go anywhere else. He said Ohio State was the place for me, because that’s where Petty and Cacioppo were. I said “yeah, right” — as if they’d take me. I don’t know what kind of mafia connections Jim Olson has, but Rich Petty accepted my late application and welcomed me into his lab.
So I do a second master’s and get it published in JPSP (the Need to Evaluate). And then my ultimate goal was achieved — I graduated with my Ph.D. (and yes, it was cool) in 1998, and even won the SESP Dissertation Award to boot (“Do Attitudes Really Change?”). So with great glee and a quick postdoc at Penn (with THE Marty Fishbein!) under my belt, I applied for 10 jobs wondering which one I should choose. I didn’t get a single interview. Argh. I was miserable. My post-doc was almost over and I had no job.
I looked to this crazy MediaLab software I’d developed at Ohio State to run experiments. As a grad student, I had been so frustrated with the lack of software to do multimedia experiments that I made my own — this way I could run the kind of dissertation studies that I wanted. We used it in the lab for all sorts of stuff and we loved it. Through my postdoc I had continued to work on it. I had always been curious to see if I could polish it up and sell it — even just to one lab. So from my despair at failing to land a single interview, my new goal was born: “Wouldn’t it be cool to have my own software company!”
Duane Wegener bought the first copy of MediaLab for his lab at Purdue in October of 1998. This was awesome. Since then, thousands of users at hundreds of universities around the world have picked it up and encouraged me to keep going with it. So I am, and here we are, and here you are. And Julie and I got married, and bought ourselves a fabulous penthouse loft in Hell’s Kitchen in New York City, and now have our first baby on the way.
Now the wonderful John Chapman heads our sales and hardware development teams, and I head support and software development. We pretend that we have hundreds of hard-working employees and that we’re a huge corporation, but it’s really just the two of us. John actually lives in Salt Lake City with his wife Shiloam and his two beautiful little sons, Casey and Skyler — but don’t tell anybody, because we like to pretend that he works here with us at the corporate office in New York.
So that’s about us (aka, the “company”) in a nutshell. Thanks for stopping by our “pop-and-pop” software and hardware shop for psychological research, and have a great day.
Best,
Blair
Blair Jarvis, Ph.D.
PS. There is a secret unmarked link on the main page of the old.empirisoft.com site.