From Shelley, I came upon THIS, and if you have not gone, you will go now, because you must.
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April 15, 2006
"Clouds of Acid Swirl Around Venus"
Cool! I hear RB has booked a flight. Several thousand bloggers have also purchased tickets, undeterred by the reported 200 mile-per-hour winds or the fact that it's actually 'sulphuric' acid.
"I've been known to mix a few potions of my own," RB said, reading aloud from his five-star bestseller* The Bombast Transcripts.
Film at 11.
*never you mind.
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April 14, 2006
hamsterface
| frank wanted me to blog a pig. here is a pig. (shhh) m2y.us |  hamsterface Originally uploaded by Jeneane. |
Lots of news on how hot domain names are in bubble-take-two
This news naturally leads me to offer for sale two prized domain addresses that your double wide would look GREAT parked in front of:
mom2.Org (perfect!)
m2y.us (me to you dot us--the rallying cry for the social software revolution -- incidentally coined before Edelman's "me2" nonsense, by the way. hmmm...)
other fine domains just waiting for a home on your mantle piece include:
BlogProper.com
Jeneane.net (hey, I'll change the way I spell my name for the right price)
sessum.com (wait--no way. well.... unles$....)
It's Web 2.0--let's make a deal!!!
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media relations freelancers, where are you?
it's like this: I don't do mainstream media relations because 1.) I never liked it and 2.) I don't have access to my former network of agency-day MSM contacts (read: the thing that takes $3K/month access to media map and other media-access engines to maintain because people move all over the place and fold and startup and etc.).
Sidebar: These closed members-only systems are the SINGLE BIGGEST remaining competitive advantage of BigPR cos over independent ex-agency pros--hey, that's what you're paying pay them $225/hr. for. That and their lawyers. (p.s., not to worry, me and a few buds are working on breaking that barrier...but that's another post for another day).
SO ANYWAY.
In the mean time, I must get two golden opportunities every month for freelance media relations folks -- especially tech and healthcare -- that I can't source. This is the old-school media relations work that all PR people say they can do but only the pros are good at.
Send me your links, your results, your contact info, and talk to me so that I can refer you. Our mutual reputations depend on you being good at what you do (you know, even tech folks want the cover of Business Week and that spot on Oprah ;-) ). But they'll all settle for some ink.
NO BIG PR COS NEED APPLY. Everyone who can afford you already knows who you are. Jeremy, Steve and (best for last) Constantin, when you decide it's really not better inside, you are welcome to reapply.
Okay, now that I've told too many PR secrets for one day, I'm off to do the less glamorous work...
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April 13, 2006
Bomani Tells It Straight About the Black Greek and Beat Thing
Nothing I can say that he didn't say. For the love of your brother's mother, cut this shit out.
Bomani puts it like this:
Stop pretending as though hazing isn't condoned or tolerated because it is. Every black fraternity I know of has a ridiculous process, one where getting beaten is just par for the course. Lines are "underground," but everybody knows the deal. I'm tired of these organizations and schools pretending like they don't know what goes on during pledging processes because they do. In fact, many university administrators endured these same processes themselves, so they're just trying to piss on my head under the guise or rain when they say they don't tolerate this stuff. Schools have spent years turning blind eyes to students walking around like zombies because they don't get sleep, probate shows where the neos wear shades to cover the bruises on their faces, kids walking around with limps and hair that hasn't been cut in weeks and kids going ghost from class for weeks because they can't be seen in their physical conditions because it would give away that they're on line.
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seven reasons seem very reasonable
every too-isolated mother knows these seven reasons are more than enough reason for a vacation at the nearest institution where IV valium can make life worth living. A highly under-estimated way out of the house.
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Panthergirl's trapped in a seinfeld episode in florida
so the least you can do is go visit someone on her blogroll and tell her what you think.
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here kitty kitty kitty
Dr. Bill K. reports on reports of the black-death-carrying-house-kitty of the future, but says he's not so worried as to have paid a visit to the pound with his neighbor's pussy.
Or else he said something way more professional. i'm too tired to click back.
no i have not hit him up for any RXs so far. tho i would if i thought he'd put out.
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what i want to know is...
...precisely how our friend euan semple worked with sir paul mccartney?
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i swear to god
ms. esther dyson has the most interesting life of anyone i know or have yet to know.
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Peterme coined "Blog," or so says the OED. And he didn't even know it until his dad emailed him. gottalovetheinternets.
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Cult Bastards
the art and science of mind control practiced by an organization steeped in layers and layers of high-paid lawyers is an evil, evil thing.
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sometimes i'm so dumb i amaze even myself!
all this time the sweet little blogger's group i started on flickr back in 1923, back before Stewart and Caterina splashed across the cover of Time Magazine (or was it Newsweek? and does it matter?), had been in the top 10 flickr group list, with more than 6,000 members and a long-running era of success.
Suckass admin that I am, i missed my ENTIRE ERA of glory, and now we have drifted down to 12 or something. Replaced by 'grandmas in polyester pants' or something--i really didn't notice.
WTHOOEY! (me spitting)
THAT WILL NOT STAND.
Not in these times of TERROR and TERRORISM and NUCLEAR PROLIFERATION and THREATS and BIRD FLEWs.
YOU can do your part to do what's right and do your duty by day and night.
That's RIGHT: only you.
YOU can help get our group back on the Flickr top 10 list and become a flickr-uper in my life.
I could sure use some excitement about now.
The bloggers group needs you.
I invite you to invite me to invite you.
join today.
p.s., yah i know i said i was quitting flickr because of their stupid community guidelines but a friend in an influential place told me to stay and beat the system from the inside. plus i think i yelled enough that they haven't done anything stupid with the stupid rules.
just think what we could do with a top 10 group full of bloggers. heh.
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dads, ready your nipples!
Puts a whole new light on attachment parenting. Dads, unbutton those oxfords!
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April 12, 2006
damn this was good
funny thing is, people searching up when gerald ford died (which he hasn't... yet) find this work by yours truly. goes to show you--don't always believe those Internets. you gotta read the fine print.
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It's In the Job Description
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doin some shit
im up to 2002, july. got a long way to go. unearthing what makes me tick. going unpro. find grind unwind. steel and cotton, rotten broken sliced and found. that's where i'm going with this place. Over here, the less abstract, but me still. spinoffs r fun. we go so fast. we blow so hard. we'll see what happens.
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Florida's kicking some PR ass
In Orlando, they're not buying into the "all PR is stupid" meme--in fact, the Orlando Chapter of the FPRA is hosting the FPRA blog week, where practitioners are practicing all up in the house!
Thanks to Josh for the tip.
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let your children play
it was so quiet.
i said, can i go outside and play?
she said, no, we are mourning.
i said, what is mourning?
she said, what you do when someone dies.
i said, stay inside?
she said, it shows respect for your father.
i said, then can i go next door and play with debbi?
she said, no.
i said, because of mourning?
she, yes.
i said, is debbi in mourning?
she said, no, just our family.
If he were there i would say
can i go outside and play?
he'd say play what?
i'd say, I want to look for acorns in the pasture.
he'd say, what kind?
i'd say, whole ones, not cracked ones.
he'd say, what will you do with them?
i'd say, put them in my box. i want to show debbi.
he'd say, look under the tall tree in the back corner, by the fence we fixed right before your birthday.
i'd say, did you see some there?
he'd say, at least 100 of them.
i'd say, Really?! i'll need a pail. I'll bring them to show you!
he'd say, go on now and bring back some for debbi too.
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Montgomery St. lamppole screed
| I see. |  Montgomery St. lamppole screed Originally uploaded by allaboutgeorge. |
when all is said and done in the great world of blogging
the one they will remember is ray, quiet craftsman, steadily weaving a tapestry of flesh and bones. He has been remembering forward for as long as I can remember.
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April 11, 2006
this blogger's creed
what i don't owe you/what you don't owe me:
an out
a pat on the back
a lie
a kiss
a cover up
a glass half empty or half full
a snow globe
a flashlight
a mother
an intervention
kindness
30 lashes
anything flannel
the truth
Xanax or Ecstasy
bare naked ladies
fact checking
a sunny day
a snow cone
links
roses
a dozen or so Lincoln logs
a whipping boy/girl
six inches
smoldering embers
a reason
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I'm back and further reflections
Offline for four days, or was it five? I'm re-amazed every time how easily I adapt to a world sans net. Sans keyboard. Sans even writing. Especially when I go to Rochester, where, except for the weather, life is simpler than it is here in the megalopolis of atlanta.
The first funniest part is driving. How in other places, people work together on a highway to make sure no one dies. How in Atlanta, it's you versus me, and if I don't look in my rear-view mirror, it doesn't count if what I do kills you.
I was telling george, it's like the motto of Rochester in all things is: We do our job. On the highways, in the schools, shoveling snow, work, shopping, cooking, whatever. It is an industrial age town caught in time between how things were and how things are. I don't know what will happen to a place that has lost so many jobs from defections of Kodak, Xerox, and Baush & Lomb and soon General Motors that the University of Rochester is now the largest employer. But when you've lived in hyperthrillville of "the city that doesn't hate" (now: "every day is an opening day") for a dozen years, feeling good about getting by and surviving another blizzard sounds kind of nice.
I visited my dad's grave for the first time in a decade. My grandmother's for the first time ever. They're together in the family plot. I hadn't seen the big stone with her name on it. I try not to fill in the the name for the remaining spot in my head, the empty one. Never mind.
----
My dad's headstone is overgrown with grass, clumped around the edges so you might miss his stone altogether, one solid clump of sleeping winter green covering up the cross at the top of the headstone.
I don't understand. Look around: The Tomaselli's are so well groomed, and the Fischers. Maybe it's the family's job. With all the death and dying, I forgot to learn who manicures the headstone. I think that job has been bought and paid for.
Whatever--I cry.
I have no tools. I'm a tourist.
But I have the key to the PT Cruiser rental car in my hand. That's all, except for the Kleenex, which is soaked and yellowed now.
Kneeling, I use the key to dig, a crude edger carving a path around marble, shove my fingers deep until I feel the stone's edge, and pull away dirt, grass, clumps. Three more sides to go.
The grooves in the key fill with dirt. I don't care.
When I finish, I see the grave of someone dead too long.
Family doesn't come often. The least visited is the least tended to.
My uneven uncovering of unforgiving marble makes this all the more obvious.
The dampness remains on the stone too long covered.
I brush away twigs and broken limbs, collect two pinecones to bring home, and say I love you still.
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