a sharper tipping point
You’ll find a disproportionate amount of super-connectors as headhunters, lobbyists, fundraisers, politicians, journalists, and public relations specialists, because such positions require these folks’ innate abilities. I am going to argue that such people should be the cornerstones to any flourishing network. [...]
5. Public relations people
PR people spend their whole day calling, cajoling, pressuring, and begging journalists to cover their clients. The relationship between media and PR is an uneasy one, but at the end of the day, necessity brings them together like long-lost cousins. [...]
7. Journalists
Journalists are powerful (the right exposure can make a company or turn a nobody into a somebody), needy (they’re always looking for a story), and relatively unknown (few have achieved enough celebrity to make them inaccessible). [...]
In one word: Connect. In four better words: Connect with the connectors.
- Keith Ferrazzi, "Connecting with the Connectors," Never Eat Alone february 2005
posted February 28, 2005 in printsista can't get a break
Venezuelan President Hugo Chavez talks with people who were affected by flooding in Araira in Miranda state, about 50 km (31 miles) from Caracas, Venezuela, Saturday, Feb. 12, 2005, after floodwaters receded following a disaster that has left at least 15 people dead.
- Marcelo Garcia, AP Photo/Miraflores, february 24, 2005 (via tmftml)
posted February 24, 2005 in arttwo banana daiquiris and two banana splits
The next time I saw Hunter was in June of 1976 at the Aspen Design Conference in Aspen, Colo. By now Hunter had bought a large farm near Aspen where he seemed to raise mainly vicious dogs and deadly weapons, such as the .357 magnum. He publicized them constantly as a warning to those, Hell's Angels presumably, who had been sending him death threats. I invited him to dinner at a swell restaurant in Aspen and a performance at the Big Tent, where the conference was held. My soon-to-be wife, Sheila, and I gave the waitress our dinner orders. Hunter ordered two banana daiquiris and two banana splits. Once he had finished them off, he summoned the waitress, looped his forefinger in the air and said, "Do it again." Without a moment's hesitation he downed his third and fourth banana daiquiris and his third and fourth banana splits, and departed with a glass of Wild Turkey bourbon in his hand.
- TOM WOLFE, "As Gonzo in Life as in His Work: Hunter S. Thompson died as he lived," wall street journal february 22, 2005
posted February 22, 2005 in printdownward mobility
a year ago i was stressed about how to quit my job and whether i'd get into grad school. now i'm stressed about being in grad school and whether i'll get a job. loser.
posted February 20, 2005 in deliveryyou can say I am from the matrix but don't ever call me fat
I just wasted forty-five minutes of my life reading some of your back entries. I can never get those forty-five minutes back.
As a creative writing major you should be used to wasting your time.
You are a pathetic liar. Obviously, you are stealing bits and pieces of peoples' lives from gossip columns, magazines, and "novels" such as GOSSIP GIRL and THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA. At the very best, you are a scholarship student at Trinity who feels inadequate and unpopular, so you need to feel "cool" on the internet (good job) by posting this fake life. At worst, you are a chunky ninth-grader from Wyoming who dreams of being Paris Hilton, Jessica Simpson, or someone else "really cool" like that.
Obviously you have been smoking your own used tampons. The place I steal is from my own life, and what I go through everyday I gots alot to steal. Now you can call me a ninth grader from wyoming, you can say I am from the matrix but don't ever call me fat.
- "The new Ole," Prada Princess
posted February 20, 2005 in crap, performance, printmo rocca: we report, you decide
Board: Mo Rocca
but of course he's gay . . . .
by - niptucklucky (Sat Oct 30 2004 15:57:25 )
it never occured to me that he wasn't!
I still think he's funny and clever. A bit annoying, but he does leave an impression.
by - antipartisan47 (Sat Nov 6 2004 12:20:36 )
He used to work for a porn magazine for guys. Straight guys.
by - niptucklucky (Sat Nov 6 2004 20:31:09 )
Aren't all porn magazines for guys??????
by - Gleemonex_957 (Sun Nov 7 2004 16:07:16 )
Nah, there's a Playgirl magazine, too.
But anyways, it doesn't mean anything. A job is a bloody job.
by - red_blooded_nonsense (Tue Dec 21 2004 15:42:31 )
He's not gay. Where is there any proof that he's gay?
by - Gleemonex_957 (Thu Dec 23 2004 09:11:53 )
Uh, he wore an ascot on national television.
by - Gleemonex_957 (Wed Dec 29 2004 10:53:58 )
It may sound funny, but it is a truely unnecessary garment.
another one
Freelance reporters for Homeland Security drill
Reporters wanted to participate in press component of Department of Homeland Security's TOPOFF 3 exercise for senior U.S. and local officials simulating a terrorist attack on the United States. Those selected will write copy for online news service reporting events within the exercise for an audience of exercise participants. This position will require seasoned reporters who can write quickly, using AP style, meeting tight deadlines, as if they were covering an actual incident for an actual online news service. Ideal candidates will be reporters with daily or wire experience who can write wire-style stories accurately, completely and quickly. You must NOT be currently employed by a real news organization and will be required to sign a nondisclosure agreement barring you from writing about this in the future.
this, or the new york times? decisions decisions.
Reporters and journalist for Levi print ads
Looking for male and female reporters and journalists for Levi Jeans Print Ad. Shoot dates are March 3-6, 2005 at New York (will provide travel). MALE & FEMALE REPORTERS: ANY AGE AND ANY ETHNICITY. Real -looking, beautiful women with lean, good bodies, attractive, pretty, natural, approachable,and cool-looking. Real–looking men with good bodies, handsome, interesting, rugged. Lean bodies, not buffed. Must currently be a reporters and journalists. We WILL do a check to confirm.
popbitch highlights
>> The director's stool <<
How to make a shit movie
The making of Oliver Stone's turkey Alexander is already legendary for its on-set shenanigans. But this is our favourite behind-the-scenes story so far.
Colin Farrell turned up at the edit suite one day, when the movie was in post-production and disappeared into the toilets. He came out, walked up to the director, and handed him a turd. Apparently Stone had insisted on Farrell drinking protein shakes for the entirety of the shoot, which caused him to shit brown liquid throughout filming.
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>> Tits or Face? <<
Steve Jones - the new John Leslie
Winsome T4 presenter Steve Jones famously scored with Pamela Anderson when she was in London last year. He's still got "Pammy loves Steve XXX" scrawled in lipstick all over his kitchen cabinets and walls.
Sadly for Steve, his experience with Pam might not have been as deep and fulfilling as most would want. As Pammy has Hepatitis C, and the couple didn't have any condoms, friends suggest Steve might have taken inspiration from fellow TV presenter John Leslie... and opted to make the most of the situation by ejaculating on her face.
- "Neville Bardoli is Freddy Mercury," popbitch february 16, 2005
posted February 17, 2005 in crapi'm your secretary
[ed: best secret blog out there]:
after years of the jeans and t-shirt approach, the switch to less heavy, softer fabric is a nice change. along with the overall effect that i'm there, but i'm not "there" - being in absolute opposition to the shirtlesssweatygross queens, having trumped the labelwhore + collarup homos, and giving no thought "straight-acting" abercrombie and yo-boy fags "acting to the point of being a caricature" movement. understand that this is a determined transcendence out of the bullshit, and that getting play isn't an intended result, just an interesting consequence. i'm sure you can come up with something about bringing the boys to the yard.
saturday night at nation - grey slacks, black shirt, tie and shoes - the duotone effect complementing my skin much better than the douchebag colored stripes that are all unreasonably the rage. i end up on dancefloor all night with a particular hot boy. as a rule, i don't usually dance "with" people, as they throw me off-groove with their uncoordinated flailing, space-invading, and/or britney spears/janet jackson/shakira routines. as much as i hate referring to a will smith movie, that commercial for hitch is on-point - great dancers are great in bed, although the latter doesn't require the former. really, i'd rather be dancing instead anyway. i've seen this kid out making his moves for a while, and we're finally getting to know each other - not that it takes much, he's so cool it's like we've known each other for ages. best birthday present, ever.
sunday night at lizard, somewhat of an inverse - black slacks and shoes, grey shirt, with grey and black tie. i've had some gin, feeling kinda tipsy, feeling pretty fine, not thinking the night'll be any different than usual, when this guy starts making a concerted walk towards me. maybe he's trying to get behind me, but i don't move - i never move, until a request is made, i'm not a fan of others' sense of automatic entitlement to space i already occupy. he continues forward and stops right in front of me, basically on me, we're chest to chest and i'm thinking i'd noted his shirt earlier in the night, a print of a bullet exiting a handgun - shoot. the associated face is above-average cute, mid-twenties, but i'm still pretty indifferent as i'm not generally affected by the all-american boy-next-door type. i'm waiting for him to say his piece when he just leans forward and we're making out on the floor, definitely a faux pas, but who's birthday weekend is it? yeah that's right. apply the same reasoning to why we're in his bed twenty minutes later.
at this point in life i'm not that into sex, but it'd been about five months, and it's good to have the occasional refresher on the whole messy scenario. taken at face-value the mild-mannered guy's into basic vanilla stuff, but as a friend has said, "it's always the quiet ones that get freaky." this wasn't as much a "refresher" as much as new ground covered, on multiple fronts. he's into being dominated, which is somewhat fortuitous as i've always had a sense of wanting to dominate, but i've never really had the chance due to having only been with partners that aren't into it or that i've been somewhat scared of breaking in some way. no worries about breaking a 6'1" built air force personnel, as much as he'd have liked it. a total pig, into rape, hitting, boy/dad scenarios, accompanied with a load of dirty talk. he's non-stop with the "i'm your whore", "yes sir", "i'm your bottom boy", "pound my hole", all of those phrases that cause your grandmother to die a little on the inside upon hearing, if she's not already laughing at the excess of it all. i was hoping to maybe get an "i'm your secretary!", for the sake of the moment. insatiable, i'm sore all over from the exercise. it makes you wonder where his need or idea for all of this initiated, and it's surprising how easy it is to converse normally afterwards.
- marcus, "as a means," in revolt february 7, 2005
posted February 14, 2005 in music, performance, print, sexi think the blog is semi-fixed posted February 14, 2005 in delivery