Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Blog: The Changing of the Venue
Lake Tahoe, friends. That's the spot that hep people call the bee's knees. The place looks like Lake George on steroids--all muscular mountain peaks, blue-green lakes, and people seemingly unaffected by my acquisition of a (white!) iPhone. There is something about beautiful spaces, about nature really stepping up its game, that makes me want to write in a philosophic and pseudo-moralistic way, even if I only stayed there for 26 hours. I have no doubt that--if I lived in Tahoe-- I would exclusively write fuzzy, confusing short(ish) poems about the need to recycle cars. Something to this effect:

Judgment will rain Down from
The green heavens on
Your SUV, especially
Because It only Takes Premium
Gas.
No, I know I'm in
an Audi  
(but it's a sedan)

Can you believe I just came up with that poem right here, sitting in a car, driving through a city I want to call Sacramento? But honestly, the more I think about this, the more I think I'm onto something. Do you think that your writing style is reflective of your habitat? For example, do you think that I write in a pseudo-snarked, semi-cynical sarcastic tone because I live in a city that has no spring and lots of people wearing skinny jeans? Or do you think I write like that because I am just afraid that earnestness will make me vulnerable to well-timed verbal snipes via my Facebook wall? My opinion is that everyone has a certain style that they feel most comfortable in, but that the place where you express that style influences your tone in subtle ways. Let me put it another way: if the same writer, same talent, same style, same ideas, etc, lived in San Diego and Fargo, ND, would he/she write differently? And how do you think things would change?

... Is this too general to be applied in any relevant manner? Maybe. But that is why you are here, friends. You take my questions, turn them into answers, and we then, in turn, make those into writing world laws. That is why the Internets are so powerful.

Anyway, the world awaits your dropping of knowledge, friends. I will check in as a move all over the Pacific NW, and fill you in on all the hip fads those Near-Canadians utilize.

Life is,
A Highway

Tom Cochrane



7/29/2008 9:46:17 AM (Eastern Daylight Time, UTC-04:00)  #  Comments [15] 
 Tuesday, July 22, 2008
West Coast Swing
In keeping with my tradition of leaving the muggy heat of a Boston  
summer, I am going on a West Coast trip later this week, which will  
surprisingly not feature me begging my father for money, sleeping  
quarters, and "walking around money" in the SoCal. No sir. This trip  
is to the Northern parts of the West Coast and will include two  
places I've only seen in episodes of Grey's Anatomy and live from-the-
set color commentary from the movie Elektra; Seattle and Vancouver.

I will be up in Seattle for something called Sea Fair, which  
according to my friends, amounts to a huge party on boats in Lake  
Washington. Knowing nothing about lakes, Washington, or Fairs via the  
sea, I am cautiously optimistic that this won't downgrade into large  
scale bumper boats. Assuming I survive said Sea Fair, I will also do  
other stuff in the city that may or may not involve the Space Needle,  
which I understand involves neither needles nor Space, but does have  
25 lightning rods on its roof. And I have  been excited to visit  
Vancouver ever since my junior year of college in which I ended up  
seated next to a friend's date (who was from that city) at our frat's  
Winter Formal dinner and we had this conversation:

Me: So...where are you from?
Her: Vancouver.
Me: Oh wow, Vancouver is beautiful.
Her, slightly more interested: You've been there?
Me: No.
Her, giving me a strange look: Oh.
Me, attempting to recover: But... I've seen tons of pictures.
Her, eyes down at the menu: Mmmm-hmmm.
Me, desperate: Um, yeah, tons...
(85 seconds of silence)
Me:...you guys have whales right?
Her: Yep.
Me, self-satisfied: Nice.

Anyway, this trip is not entirely about re-living semi-unpleasant  
college memories. There will be writing as well. I will still be  
working, although I'm trying to get at least a week ahead so I can do  
less work, but I am also trying to start/finish a magazine story for  
Boston Mag, and re-work this *&^$ part of my book that is frustrating  
me to no discernible end. I don't want to get into it, but it  
involves most of Chapter 3 and the urge to delete nearly everything  
in it. What-- I wonder now-- was I doing when I wrote Chapter 3? Was  
I on hallucinogenics? Trying to write in couplets? Did I let my 15  
year old self ghost-write? Frankly, friends, I am embarrassed.  
Promise me--if you happen to accidentally stumble upon my computer  
after I've been knocked overboard during the Fair of Seas-- that you  
won't judge me.

Needless to say, I am hoping that a short story arises from the ashes  
of this trip. As I envision it now, it will probably be called "Don't  
Grunge At the Ball," and be loosely based upon the rise and fall and  
rise of Eddie Vedder's baseball career. I smell a Pushcart nomination.

State of,
Love and Trust

Pearl Jam



7/22/2008 2:20:58 PM (Eastern Daylight Time, UTC-04:00)  #  Comments [7] 
 Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Motivation, Work, And Other Things that Make You Go Hmmm
I hope your weekend was restful and untainted by several waits in line for iPhones that you didn't end up getting because you've just been paying your mom for all cell phone charges for the last five years rather than taking forty five seconds to go to the Verizon store and sign over the phone to your name. Because something like that would've sucked.

Today we are keeping things short, sweet and intensely focused as I have a workload this week that would make the average person stand up and say, "That seems like a pretty normal amount of work," but--for me, at least-- seems next to (mission?) impossible. See, friends, I am trying to do two-non-main-job things this week. The first is my official announcement to myself that I am starting another in my series of Boston Mag articles analyzing and commenting on the social values of people in the 27-37 age bracket. I will not say how this is going to go forward (it's a secret!) but I will say that involves me going pseudo-undercover, not unlike Johnny Depp in 21 Jumpstreet or Drew Barrymore in Never Been Kissed, except in my story, most of the people are not hanging out with David Arquette.

The second agenda item involves jumping back on the re-write train for my book. It has been awhile since I stared at the one or two chapters that  need to be pruned (deleted!) and, this weekend, I was watching VH1 Soul, which was playing a documentary about hip-hop that I've seen at least eleven times, and there was so much talk of creative interaction and artists and the creation of said art that I started to feel guilty that I was sitting watching it rather than taking part in the art party. Also, my dad asked me twice about it while I was using his swimming pool for (nearly flawless!) pencil dives and the consumption of that Gatorade with Tiger Woods on it. Guilt--such an amazing motivator!

Anyway, I have some topics to discuss or not discuss in the Section Formerly Known As Comments. What sort of things/events/motivational speakers get you back on the writing train when you've fallen off? Reading good writing? Hearing about other people's success? Watching hip hop documentaries while eating Peach Cobbler Ice Cream?

I await your motivations with a curiosity that knows several bounds and Billy Corgan.

19,
79

Smashing Pumpkins




7/15/2008 10:38:27 AM (Eastern Daylight Time, UTC-04:00)  #  Comments [25] 
 Tuesday, July 08, 2008
And Then I Got A Job
Hello friends. I hope everyone celebrated the birth of our nation in  
a timely, safe, and socio-economically green manner. I sat in 40 min  
of post-fireworks traffic driving back from Wood's Hole (Cape Cod!)  
to Falmouth (Cape Cod!) on Friday night, which would've almost  
completely sucked if not for the intrepid lyrical hegemony of Hall  
and Oates, Steve Winwood, and Michael Jackson's "Dirty Diana" Also,  
we had Cheez-its.

Anyway, as promised via the Comments section (before a large chunk of  
that section disappeared into the darkness of the Interweb), I'm  
relaying the fact that I'm gainfully employed. Here is a short, not-
entirely syntax clean version of that story: during the madness of  
the thesis get a call from founder of a website saying I was  
recommended to him through a friend of a friend for an editorial  
position, he relays the details, they sound promising, I check it  
out, and then--in the midst of the thesis insanity-- I apply for said  
job. Interviews, resumes, and reference calls happen, writing tests  
happen, background checks check out, and miraculously, as soon as I  
have left the world of higher education, I actually have a job.  
Needless to say, my dad thought/thinks I'm lying.

"A website?"
"Yeah."
"That will pay you?"
"Yeah. Pay is the new free, Dad."
"I'm hanging up."

So, I am the Boston Editor of Thrillist.com, which launched here two  
weeks ago. Thrillist is a free (city-specific) lifestyle guide and  
daily newsletter, which finds cool "under-the-radar-assuming-the-
radar-is-other-Boston-based-publications" bars, restaurants, clothes,  
sneakers, inflatable rafts you can play drinking games on, websites,  
candy, animals, gadgets, magic, etc. If you know what Daily Candy is,  
it's a lot like that, except slanted more towards dudes. Its got  
around 320,000 subscribers nationwide with city-specific editions in  
NYC, LA, SF, Chi-town, Vegas, and now Boston.  My job is to find all  
of that stuff I mentioned, write the editorial content, take the  
pictures, hire freelancers, and yell quixotically at the interns I  
haven't hired yet. If that still doesn't answer your question, here  
is a Boston Globe article about the launch of the site, which  
includes several terrible quotes I gave to the reporter while  
extremely sick and extremely sleeping.

Part of my job involves walking all the different neighborhoods of  
Boston to see what has changed and what might be new, reading all of  
the free weeklies including the ones I severely dislike to make sure  
I haven't missed something, keeping up relationships with PR people  
that rep retail/bars/restaurants, owners of boutiques, buyers for  
stores, etc, to encourage them to dial me in whenever they get new  
stuff, and to spend an inordinate amount of time using my Google  
Reader to read trend blogs that discuss hep new sneakers. This--as  
you can imagine-- is cool, yet time-consuming stuff. As part of my  
agreement with the site, I'm allowed to keep my freelance gigs, which  
is nice of them, but it does  make it harder and harder for me to  
find the time to fit everything into my schedule. The woe is upon me.

Anyway, the good news is I now have a grown-up's salary and health  
benefits (?!), which allows me to pick and choose only the freelance  
stories I want to work on, which is amazing. Plus I'm writing and  
editing for a living AND I have business cards. The bad news is I now  
have about 45 less hours a week in which to pursue those stories, or  
re-writes to my book or short story about dating reality stars in  
Zurich, Switzerland. But, friends, if I truly want to get these  
things done, they will get done(ish). So it just means I have to work  
harder, better, faster, stronger.

Ok. There's that story. Now you know what I'm doing betwixt the hours  
of 9-6 when I'm not taking tv timeouts to peruse the philosophical  
gems embedded in the View. The Comment section is open to the public.  
Emoticon away;)

One More,
Time

Daft Punk



7/8/2008 8:48:02 AM (Eastern Daylight Time, UTC-04:00)  #  Comments [15] 
 Tuesday, July 01, 2008
A Taste of Pre-Nation Celebration Customer Service
While perusing the Interweb, I realized that a lot of successful  
webhomes use surveys to conduct user feedback to finely tune their  
content and figure out how many old "Threes Company" clips to post.  
And since we--like the Web-- are an ever-changing, ever-adapting  
server of you, our reader, we want to get in on the quiz taking  
action. So--for customer service benefits-- I've composed a 5  
question quiz to gauge interest, air concerns, and continue talking.  
If you would be kind enough to take the quiz, I will be kind of  
enough to provide it. And that, friends, is how we kill the customer  
service industry (with kindness!).

Directions: Read, pick, read, pick, read, pick, read...pick, read,  
pick, write.

1. I come on the site to:
A) Talk about writing.
B) Learn what Kevin is up to.
C) See if I can acquire Kevin's email address so I can solicit him to  
purchase very cheap tech stocks that are just going to go up, up, up!
D) Watch old music videos.
E) I accidentally came to this site and accidentally read this quiz.

2. Entries I find most useful are:
A) The ones in which Kevin starts talking about something relatively  
important, gets wildly off topic, regains his footing in the last  
paragraph and then quickly signs off with a semi-forgotten vid pic  
from a year that makes him nostalgic.
B) Are there any other kinds of entries?
C) Seriously. See B. There shouldn't be any more choices.
D) "Useful" is a complicated word, especially in this context.
E) Please. Can I just get this over with?

3. Something I wish Kevin would do more was:
A) Write about fiction/books/short stories (writing it, reading it,  
dreaming about it, improving it, etc).
B) Write about non-fiction/magazine work (see parenthesis above and  
embrace its content).
C) Compose poorly worded (yet hilarious!) poems.
D) Respond to comments.
E) Work on his glutes and abdominals.

4. Something I wish Kevin would do less was:
A) Get off topic.
B) Stay on topic.
C) Talk about television/pop culture.
D) Complain.
E) Make us take quizzes.
F) Watch Zach Braff films.

5. Do you want more music from the:
A) Late 80s
B) Early 90s
C) Mid to Late 90s
D) Just Play That Funky Music, White(ish) Boy
E) I have regrets involving taking this quiz.

And that's it. We don't have anonymity's interests at hand, so feel  
free to leave your name, answers and anything else in the comment  
depository. I will not judge.  Other people will not judge. We will  
remain judge free.
Enjoy your pre-Birth of the Nation shortish week and remember: Below  
SPF 15 doesn't really even count as sunscreen.
Now check out Coolio's amazingly Zach Morris iPhone. He's got  
something brand new for your (rear end).

1, 2,
3, 4 (Sumpin New)

Coolio



7/1/2008 8:46:34 AM (Eastern Daylight Time, UTC-04:00)  #  Comments [9]