Author: Gil

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Begin the Beginsion

In a WSJ article on Hearst’s new e-magazine initiative, we gain a valuable lesson about the importance of editors:

Skiff would give publishers an alternative to Amazon.com Inc.’s Kindle store, which currently dominates the burgeoning field of digital reading. Through Skiff, Hearst said consumers will be able to buy digital publications that have better graphics and look more like their print counterparts, including the inclusion of advertising, than versions offered elsewhere.

“including the inclusion”? Really?

In case they do get around to fixing that ugly-ass prose, here’s a pic by which to remember it:

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Oh, and later in the article, we get a clue as to why this new platform will fail:

“The platforms and devices that other people are building are not really appropriate for newspapers and magazines,” said Kenneth A. Bronfin, president of Hearst Interactive Media. “We are going to create an entity by publishers, for publishers.”

Remember, folks: it’s by publishers, for publishers. Not readers.

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Passing for Preterition

Several years ago, I had a Continental flight from O’Hare to Newark after  the annual BIO conference, an event once described to me as “a singles bar for governors and venture capitalists.” It’s very finance-heavy, and a lot of the exhibit hall space is bought by regional economic development groups that are looking to attract investment.

At the gate, the airline called all passengers with Elite Access status for early boarding. As God is my witness, only three passengers remained seated, while the rest of us got on line. “Sorta defeats the purpose of ‘Elite,’ huh?” I asked one of the money-people heading back to NY/NJ.

I was reminded of that this morning when I read John Clayton’s latest NFL mailbag column, which begins with Clayton’s take on the importance of “elite quarterbacks”. He offers up his criteria for “elite” and proceeds to name the FOURTEEN starting QBs who qualify. So, out of thirty-two teams, nearly HALF of them have “elite” QBs?

In case you’re wondering:

The elite AFC quarterbacks are Peyton Manning, Tom Brady, Ben Roethlisberger, Philip Rivers, Carson Palmer and Joe Flacco. In the NFC, you have Drew Brees, Brett Favre, Tony Romo, Donovan McNabb, Aaron Rodgers, Kurt Warner, Eli Manning and Matt Ryan.

In other news, you are all beautiful, unique snowflakes.

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No-No NaNoWriMo

Well, National Novel Writing Month is over, and I was a near-total failure. I managed to write a mere 2,600 words, only about 5% of the goal of 50,000 words. But I’m happy! Those 2,600 words are the most I’ve managed to write — as fiction, I mean — in 15 years. More to the point, I managed to make an incredibly obvious insight that seemed profound at the time!

I finally let my anecdotes become stories. That is, I took several of the oddball experiences I’ve had and let them breathe, let them belong to someone else. Where I once took pains to ground my anecdotes in utter veracity and my voice, I discovered I could let them out to play in fiction’s wonderland. Actions and reactions don’t have to be my actions and reactions. If something funnier could have — should have — happened, then maybe this time it will.

It turned out that I’d never given myself permission to ask, “What if this happened instead of that?”

Still, that breakthrough didn’t take me far enough. I let other things distract me, and still need to find the time and discipline to work on this stuff.

But I felt pretty good when I got started, so I’m going to try to get back to it, now that the dogs are asleep.

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What It Is: 11/30/09

What I’m reading: I took last week off so’s I could keep our new dog, Otis B. Driftwood, from getting into trouble. To that end, I spent a lot of time on the loveseat, trying to give affection to both doggies (I didn’t want Rufus to feel like he’s being ignored/replaced). So I had some reading time on my hands.

I read Stephen King’s On Writing this week. One of my author-acquaintances asked me, “Why would you read a book about writing by an author whose writing you’ve never read?” I’d heard the memoir section was good and, even if I have no other experience with his prose, I was curious as to what he’d offer about the practice of writing. So it was illuminating, although I don’t know when I’ll get around to reading his fiction.

I continued to slog through Bill Simmons’ Book of Basketball, which has some good points but is poorly written in a way that the author would likely contend is its strength. He’d be wrong about that; huge swathes of it are just extended columns with overwritten jokes. He once described writing the book out of sequence and eventually figuring out the overall structure for it. After 250 pages, I can see the incoherence but not to emergent order.

And I read Jeff Lemire’s Essex County trilogy. This is a collection of comics by Lemire about a small farm-town in western Ontario, and several families whose lives have intertwined over generations. While his artwork is expressionist, the stories themselves aren’t filled with any formal trickery, outside of extensive use of flashback in the second book (about a guy with Alzheimer’s, so hey). I enjoyed the collection overall. It’s no George Sprott, which continues to subtly blow my mind, but I thought it was a good, solid collection by a young cartoonist.

And I started Walter Kirn’s Up in the Air, after reading the sample chapter on my Kindle. I know I don’t really travel too much for work, but an awful lot of the narrator’s Airworld observations resonated with me. Apparently, the movie is All That. I’m kinda jarred by how so many of the airport scenes are pre-9/11.

What I’m listening to: Not a lot. I didn’t drive much this week, and the dogs & I mainly hung out in the living room, away from my iTunes liberry.

What I’m watching: Chandni Chowk to China, a Bollywood movie about a poor potato-slicer who gets mistaken as the reincarnation of an ancient Chinese warrior and has to go save a small village. I was aghast when our Netflix DVD showed up and the movie turned out to be 2 hours and 30 minutes long (!). But it’s actually pretty darn entertaining (we split it up into two viewings), even if the Indian lead looked like John Turturro’s handsomer brother. We also watched The Third Man, which I’d never seen before. Loved it, and returned the next day to Ron Rosenbaum’s essay on Kim Philby.

And there was Unforgiven, some NFL, and Role Models again, because I’m a mark for Paul Rudd and The State guys.

What I’m drinking: Desert Juniper gin and Q-Tonic.

What Rufus & Otis are up to: Ru is just taking things as they come. He and Otis are getting along fine in the house. Otis, however, is still pretty hyper when we go for walks. He doesn’t bark, but he pulls pretty powerfully when he gets his prey-drive on.

Where I’m going: Nowhere. (Well, maybe a dinner or two in NYC next weekend.)

What I’m happy about: Having a nice Thanksgiving meal at the home of my neighbors across the street.

What I’m sad about: Being too on-the-verge-of-sick to make it to my 20-year reunion in Philadelphia over the weekend. And discovering that our water heater was leaking and needs replacing, an hour before I was supposed to get together with old friends in NYC on Sunday.

What I’m worried about: Not a lot. I mean, I’m a little burned out on my low-level anxiety of trying to train Otis to walk without going after everything he perceives as prey (squirrels, chipmunks, other dogs, deer, crows, etc.). I guess the draining aspect of this is that I have to exert power in a way that I can’t just “explain” to the dog. It’s tough on me, Having to be the Big Boss and pull him along when he starts going into his statue mode. So I guess there’s a worrisome aspect to that: my discomfort at the exercise of force. Boy, this has been one long What It Is post, huh?

What I’m pondering: The eschatological significance of my father’s decision to shave his beard, which he’s been sporting since before I was born.

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Gayhounds

My pal Tina’s husband coined the term “gayhounds” for Rufus and Otis after seeing their High Five photoset yesterday.

I have no idea what he’s going to say after seeing this evening’s naptime tableau:

You need to click through to the photoset. Trust me.

I know I’m like a guy showing his baby pictures, but the upside is, um, well, that I’ll never actually have baby pictures to show you . . .

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What It Is: 11/23/09

What I’m reading: Finished up When The Shooting Stops … The Cutting Begins: A Film Editor’s Story. The penultimate chapter — detailing how Annie Hall was salvaged — was phenomenal. Not sure what my main book will be after that.

What I’m listening to: The Cars’ Greatest Hits, Coconut Records’ Nighttiming, and Rush’s greatest hits collection, Spirit of Radio and Signals. Man, Rush was awesome. Just call me The Analog Kid.

What I’m watching: A little NFL, a little NBA, the last couple of Rachel Zoe Projects (cleaning out the DVR), some Mythbusters (go, exploding water heater redux!) and Anchorman (decompressing on Sunday night).

What I’m drinking: Hendrick’s & Q-Tonic.

What Rufus is up to: Gaining a “little” brother, Otis B. Driftwood!

Where I’m going: Down to Philadelphia next Friday for my other 20th high school reunion.

What I’m happy about: That In The Loop comes out on DVD the day after my birthday in January! Pre-order: accomplished!

What I’m sad about: Letting work, travel, new dog, etc. derail my National Novel Writing Month project. Grr.

What I’m worried about: All the acclimating that Otis has to do; he seems much more prey-driven than Rufus was when we got him in March 2008. He also wants to jump over the baby-gate that cordons off our kitchen, which is a real problem.

What I’m pondering: Why you never call.