"I moved to New York in 2004, right around when Cam’Ron’s Purple Haze came out. You either thought this album was a joke or a game-changer, and for better or worse, my first friends in the city were people who thought the latter. An entire social life was built out of visiting downtown “mix huts,” collecting Diplomat mixtapes like they were Pokemon, hoping for a new Cam couplet as you fought your way through eighty minutes of poorly mixed audio, radio interview snippets, and the hack emcees Cam kept in the wings: J.R. Writer, Hell Rell, Juelz Santana, Max B, 40 Cal, Un Kasa, et al. (Patience like this reached its zenith as we all sat through the “movie” Killa Season in its entirety.)” - Capital pal Nick Sylvester for THIRTEEN.ORG.
“We’re doing this massive renovation of a very old website, it started under 1996 under “Digital Ink.” You’re taking this sort of old structure that has to put out a newspaper everyday and change its guts. People who won Pulitzer Prizes for one type of reporting, you have to teach them how to win prizes for a new kind of reporting. The biggest challenge that we’ve had is we didn’t have the tools. Now we’re connecting the conversations that are happening about the reporting are being connected right to the page. Every article page has a Twitter conversation about the reporting right next to it.”—
Katharine Zaleski, Executive Producer and Head of Digital News Products at the Washington Post at a Web 2.0 Expo panel. [Follow along at Capital.]
I have a feeling Zaleski is only being partially honest here. The biggest challenge she faced was probably convincing the establishment to adopt the right tools, like Twitter—and that Wash Po establishment includes the Pulitzer Prize journalists that she is purportedly training to win prizes for a different type of reporting. For every reporter that adopts Twitter, there is one who fears it. Godspeed, Ms. Zaleski.
Yes, because, in the future, being on the front page of a printed paper will not matter as much as being on the front page of a website. We wonder when the Times will start having two meetings a day to discuss what will go on the front page of their iPad application, rather than just the printed page.
Have to admit, GourmetLive looks beautiful and smart. We haven’t been able to read anything on the app, but we hope there will eventually be bylines from some of the talent from Conde’s pre-McKinsey era.
IN THE INCREDIBLY ANXIOUS BUSINESS OF PREDICTING WHAT readers want on the Web while depending financially on guessing correctly and quickly (and before what they want changes, again), there’s a tendency to state things in the extreme. Things “work” or “don’t work,” despite several competing models and designs operating simultaneously and successfully, while duplicates of each of those models fail. Perhaps we’re taking a step backwards or we’re entering a dark room, with only the light from Denton’s iPhone or the overcompetence of the New York Times Co. to guide us.
On a July afternoon, Evan and Daren Metropoulos, the new owners of Pabst Brewing, showed up at the lounge on the 35th floor of the Mandarin Oriental in midtown Manhattan. They had come to discuss their plans for Pabst, which their father and co-owner, C. Dean Metropoulos, bought in May for about $250 million.
It’s hostile in that you’re trying to make somebody see something the way you see it, trying to impose your idea, your picture. It’s hostile to try to wrench around someone else’s mind that way. Quite often you want to tell somebody your dream, your nightmare. Well, nobody wants to hear about someone else’s dream, good or bad; nobody wants to walk around with it. The writer is always tricking the reader into listening to the dream.
I am my audience. Not in an egotistical or narrow-minded sense. I read a lot. I think a lot about my mother, my brothers, aunts, and uncles, I think about Ishmael Reed reading something I write; I think about William Faulkner reading something I write; I think about Virginia Woolf reading something I write. In my head there’s this whole congress, this whole auditorium—it includes my mother, T. S. Eliot, José Saramago, every place I’ve been, all the people I’ve known. That’s what I relate to when I write.
After “Driveway to Driveway” but before “Slack Motherfucker” and a good-natured second encore comes “100,000 Fireflies,” the band’s well-traveled Magnetic Fields cover turned subliminal kiss off to former Merge guy Stephin Merritt, now living in Los Angeles, a guy who hates loud noises anyway, and this is maybe as loud as Superchunk get all night, hundreds of people shouting the bit about turning up the tone on your electric guitar straight back at the band, the coda appropriate but dead wrong tonight: “All our friends are in New York/Why do we keep shrieking when we mean soft things/We should be whispering all the time.” They are, and they do, but they shouldn’t, and they aren’t, and thank god.
Which is why the the band’s signature Slack Motherfucker, a blistering anthem for disillusioned postgrads slogging through dead-end Kinko’s employment, took on an ironic edge now that Mac and Laura are as much record execs as rock stars. As Mac closed down the show warbling “I’m working / but I’m not working for you,” a last water balloon flying through the air, it was only a reminder that the slacker king of 1990 now owns the whole motherfucking company.
"If it is maybe more in the punk rock mode than the last couple records, that made sense to me," McCaughan said. "If we were going to make a record for the first time in nine years, I wanted it to be this thing that people couldn’t just be like ‘Oh, I waited for this?’ You might not like it, but I wanted it to be pretty relentless, sonically, from start to finish. But at the same time, when I hear our music, I don’t think: ‘Whoa, it’s old-sounding!’ When I see these people writing ‘it’s ‘93 all over again,’ I think … well, our records in ‘93 kinda sounded kinda like records in ‘78! So, to me, it’s a weird thing. I don’t really think of stuff in that way. I acknowledge that that’s how some people have to think about that stuff. But if I hear a record and I like it I’m less concerned…."
Wauffle’s replacement, Robert Nunn, has preached a renewed emphasis on technique and “gap discipline” to a defensive-line unit that strayed from these fundamentals last year. That’s what Rocky Bernard, the Giants spherical and soft-spoken defensive tackle, told me when I approached him for an interview at his locker.
“With Wauffle it was more about ‘getting off, getting off, getting off,’” he said, describing an approach that valued attacking penetration above all else. “With Nunn, we’re not just getting off like a wild man anymore. We still have a gap, but we balanced up our stances a bit so we’re not shooting the gap as much. It’s more just staying in your gap when [blockers] are trying to cut us off, reach us and scoop us and stuff.”
The iPad can do a lot more, but people that claim that it’s “killing” the Kindle are clearly not Kindle owners. Buy an iPad if you want to browse the internet, play music or video, check your email, or launch flaming peas at zombies.
But when you want to settle down and read a book, the Kindle is a much better choice.
“The first time I entered the Harvard Club here in New York City I felt very acutely the implicit judgments of an environment where the fact that I don’t have a college education was considered a relevant way to judge my identity. And though I use Facebook, I don’t ever forget that it was conceived as a private club for members of the Ivy League as well.”—
Anil Dash on his concern that Facebook is run by people who more or less have nothing to lose, and that much of the rest of the world is not so lucky. (via caro)
“IN A RECENT SPEECH titled “Remarks on Internet Freedom,” Secretary of State Hillary Clinton declared that the Internet was now an integral part of US foreign policy. “Some countries,” Clinton said, making a thinly veiled reference to China, “have erected electronic barriers that prevent their people from accessing portions of the world’s networks,” while the US stands for “a single Internet where all of humanity has equal access to knowledge and ideas.” Although the technology of networked computers has its origins in military research, all this cold war–style rhetoric over Internet access would have come as a big surprise to anyone using the World Wide Web in the early 1990s. That Internet was very different: a place for meek computer science professors, adventurous home coders, and moms and pops who just wanted to say “Welcome to My Homepage.” It was not a place in which two superpowers did battle. What to make of this transformation?”—Cory Arcangel on Internet link pages.