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Friday, November 08, 2002
Five Missteps to Avoid When Times are Turbulent
This initially appeared in Harvard Business School's Working Knowledge newsletter, clearly a cheap knockoff of Knowledge@Wharton. However, I cribbed these off Corante's Premium Blend, without which I never would have known they existed. These missteps were like already way insightful, but I updated them for the blogging side of The Industry. Never hurts to take a few tips from the Big Boys...
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Some Not-So Commonplace Observations
Tom Matrullo writes about nervous publishers, humorless lawyers, bloggers, punsters, parody and play, all with with his usual anti-pedantic panache. Some samples:...what's at stake here in the journalistic self-image is a proper understanding of the Difference between The Serious and The Not Serious, i.e., a model of play, which apparently is always the thing.and...Parody is one of the more seriously difficult modes of meaning to rigorously control precisely because it involves the use of mimicry - drawing acute attention to conventions of discourse - as an essential element to explore and usually to explode the very thing it is imitating. (It is seriously playful shit, and any simply binary effort to create law differentiating it from Serious Journalism is likely to suffer the slings and arrows of an infinite succession of meta-parodies, at the very least.)and...If you look, for example, at the fertile exploits of Gary Turner, or at the amazing in-depth interviews by Frank Paynter (which have reached a point at which we do not know whether the person being interviewed even exists), or at the dicey, polyvocal screeds of Mike Golby, or at RageBoy, you might sense something complex at work which, for want of a better word, I would call play.Yes, yes! Precisely. This ties in with what I've been trying to say all along...
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Thursday, November 07, 2002
Speaking of el dia de los muertos, when my daughter Selene was first born, I bought a papier-mâché Haitian skeleton and hung it over her crib. The in-laws were, needless to say, gassed. Metaphorically, more's the pity. Anyway, it seems to have worked. The rest of my life may be fucked up beyond repair, but at least I know I brought my kid up right. Selene is now twelve (and a half). Tomorrow after school she's taking her Mom to the opening of 8 Mile. Bigtime fan. She signs her mail:
look, if you had one shot, one opportunity
to seize everything you ever wanted
would you capture it or just let it slip?
you better lose yourself in the music, the moment
you own it, you better never let it go
you only get one shot, do not
miss your chance to blow
this opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo...
thanks to my main nigger
for sending the
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Thanks for the cool award, Suze. Does it come with a prize? Also, glad to see something on the site, even it's just a grafik. But when is whoretalk gonna really start talkin? I know for a fact you got a story or two about me. I'm a working boy myself.
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Dia de los Muertos
I went to the South on the Day of the Dead. The sun was a black rose in a turquoise sky, my eyes hollow sockets, my bones rattling as I walked. All this felt familiar. The village children screamed in fright and ran away. They are so beautiful, I thought, but I understood their fear. The women though, some of them, would come out to greet me, weave flowers through my ribcage, around my hips, which they would kiss with great longing, remembering love. And the men, some of them, would take off their hats, cast their eyes down. My heart went out to them. Why only now do we see, I wondered, blessing as best I could our blindness. I was looking for you there, a sudden memory from another time. The day faded into night but I could see everything for miles. Coyotes and scorpions came to me out of the desert and sat around me in a circle. I sat down too. There was nowhere to go. I wept. Waiting for you as I have always waited, knowing you will never come.
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Tuesday, November 05, 2002
Day Tripper II
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RB Gives 'Em Hell in Chicago: and another thing...
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Sunday, November 03, 2002
RB is your quality control method
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Bad Day At Black Rock
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"RageBoy: Giving being fucking nuts a good name since 1985."
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