I have a simple rule for the upkeep of this rickety little media platform: Get it posted by 11AM or don’t post at all.
I have to restrict myself like this, otherwise I’ll be letting my eyeballs go dry, hunting around for interesting stuff to post.
Plus- I have work to do!
For instance, today I have to transcribe an interview I did with a British TV personality that recently migrated to New York. I spoke to her yesterday and I have to have it written up and submitted to a gayish fashion magazine tomorrow. I also have to FedEx some stuff to a store in the south. I have a review to finnish for a pop culture mag that was founded in Canada. I have to meet/interview a guy this afternoon for another mag. I gotta pick up some photos, chase a guy that doesn’t want to talk to me, write two letters- proper serious letters, take a crap before my ass turns into a pumpkin at noon, start writing a story about some bars I’ve been to, start writing a treatment for a TV show (not before finding out how to write a treatment for a TV show), visit my buddy Mike who swears he has a picture of me in some French magazine that labels me a paparazzi photographer (really), reply to a bunch of emails, make that fucking media-kit that hasn’t been done yet, pitch ideas to a surf/skate/art mag, seriously figure out a look that will distinguish me from the herd of dull hacks that are shouldering me from all sides (I feel like a blue M&M in big bag of blue M&Ms), finnish reading an article in the New Yorker I started this morning about Atticus Finch and how he never looked at the problem of racism outside of his own community of Maycomb, Alabama, and therefor he just wasn’t that good a guy after all, cook dinner for the fussiest little woman in the world, rub the feet of the same woman, and then have a nice long bath.
It’s not that much really, is it? I need to work harder.
I was serious about cultivating a ‘Look’
Have a look at this footage of Tom Wolfe pre white suit. He’s dead boring! What he’s saying more or less makes sense, but I can’t really hear him over the deafening banality of his attire.
Bugger. 11:01
See you tomorrow!
Where’s Chef Livesay at?
