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The Frontline® Trio

I volunteer at an animal shelter once a week where I get to scoop poop, clean cages and be overwhelmed by furry, four-legged love. A while back I fostered two puppies (spawn of Satan) for the shelter and then more recently I fostered Tsing-Tsing for a week while his real foster mom was out of town. For the past two and a half months I have been caring for three sisters: Cotton, Candy and Charro.

After curing their three week bout of diarrhea, this has been pleasurable experience. Every morning while I wait for my coffee to brew, I get kitty biscuits from Cotton and let Candy run her motor in my lap. Charro gnaws on my hindquarters and we are a happy bunch. Sometimes, for a special treat, I sit with them after my shower while my hair is wet. You know, there is no greater treat for my kitties than to munch on some good, wet hair. Mmmm.

Adopt me!
Adopt me!

Adopt me!

I have known this separation would occur. I have been preparing for the sadness at seeing the kitties go. For the exciting of having my freedom and mornings back. At feeling joy about the absence of a tub of poop- and pee-logged litter in my basement.

This is probably my last fostering experience. I have two very big cats coming in to my home in the not too distant future. One of them eats garbage. One does biscuits. And I hear they like wet hair…

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The printed word

I love the web. I write and edit for the web professionally. I understand how web sites fit together, much the way a mechanic probably views a car. The web appeals to the critical thinker in me, the ADHD part of me and the part of me that truly enjoys dumb shit.

My background, though, is in magazine journalism. I went to one of the best schools in the country to study how to write for magazines. Were it not time prohibitive, I would be a magazine junkie in much the way that I am a blog junkie. As it is, I restrain myself. I read The New Yorker like a Born-Again reads the Bible. I look forward to Tuesdays when Time comes so I can read something fluffy. I subscribe to some other magazines (Bon Appetit, W, Condé Nast Traveler, Glamour and Modern Bride) but they are only read when in between The New Yorker and Time. And books. Because I am happiest when my “To Read” book pile is at least four thick.

An article is being written for The Atlantic where the writer is exploring the future of general interest magazines. It’s a good question. A fabulous question, really. In high school I dated this boy, for two weeks twice, who suggested that in the future I would read all of my books on a computer. My reaction was an angry one. Aside from the general eye fatigue that I get from reading things online, books hold a special, physical joy for me. I like the feel of old paper. I like the noise a book makes when you crack its spine. I like the comfort I feel when I book is nearby.

But the fact remains that you no longer need to rely on printed materials to get your news. You haven’t for a long time. But since I am pretty sure we can all agree that television news is crap, the medium of print has long been a reliable source of the truth. (Or some writers’ version of the truth.) But if you can get that same truth online for free, why pay for it?

The bibliophile that I am, despite infamous frugality, I will continue to pay for my magazines and books. Passing up on those would be like fasting. I can’t do it. I know I don’t represent general consensus in that. All the true journalists I went to school with aren’t going to like what I have to say, but I think there is a way to save the print medium. It’s called marketing.

When I was in college, journalism was split into several tracks: newspaper journalism, magazine journalism, public relations, advertising, television and radio journalism. (A sixth track has been added since I graduated for online journalism.) But basically there was this prejudice in the department (every academic area has its prejudices and airs about itself) that print journalism was real and PR and marketing were not. At the school newspaper, which I wrote for, at the end of the year we gave an award to the “Person Most Likely to Go into PR.” It was sort of a slam, unless that’s what you were studying anyway and even then it was still a little bit of a slam.

But marketing, good marketing anyway, takes knowing your market. Magazines need to deliver the news and deliver it well. They need to be as unbiased as possible, or at least open about their bias. But how much coverage types of news receive can change based on the audience.

For instance, despite by abovementioned love of Time, I would be a much happier reader if they would minimize broader their non-hard news section. I currently skip a lot of the news articles. Bad, I know. But, for the sake of my argument here, let’s say I represent the average Time reader. If they were good marketers, they would do reader polls and interviews and find out this is how I felt. Then, instead of extensive coverage on all that shite, maybe that would include a small snippet each week with some summary of what’s happened this week, why is it important for you to know and what does this mean in the long run. If they could summarize this in 500 words or less, I would read it. Damn, I would seek it out.

And that is what would save print. Present news and information how your readers want it. People pay for that.

This post originally appeared on Kate’s Point of View. © Kate. All rights reserved.

Disorganized bandit AT LARGE

Last night I hosted an event that was on its face a way to show off my house for all of my friends. Truly though, it was a way for Wonder Boy and I to parade our friends through the pantry and soak up the compliments. (It hardly mattered that clearly a lot of the compliments were laced with sarcasm because who in their right minds would care so much about a pantry.)
While overall the event went smoothly and I think everyone had fun, someone decided to wreak havoc on my well-organized pantry.
A while back I posted some images from my pantry. I refer to these now to illustrate the crimes of last evening:


Exhibit A

In this image you will see my recently purchased stair-step platforms that I use to organize my canned goods. I have another set on the opposite shelves where I organize my spices. The cans of soup are all facing out and staggered heights allows me to quickly ascertain what kind of soup is in each can.
Next to the soup are all of my grains. The boxes of rice and couscous are organized by type.

And I’ll admit it. My spices are in alphabetical order. I may not be a clean person, but dammit, I am organized!

Exhibit B
Part of having a well-organized room is having the things you need most at an accessible level. So you will see in this image that I have my vases, primarily used in the summer and when Wonder Boy is being particularly sweet, up high. There they can be reached as needed but are generally out of the way.

This morning when I went into my pantry the following crimes of disorganization had occurred:

  • One box of Grape Nuts was sitting on an empty shelf, rather than with other breakfast items
  • Two spices had been switched so that in the alphabet S came before R
  • One spice had been set on a shelf far away from the others
  • A can of soup had been places with the baked goods
  • Another can of soup had been situated with the snacks
  • One box of rice was sitting on the windowsill

These crimes are bear the trademark of my relatives, specifically my father or siblings. As my father was the only one present last night, I assumed he was the culprit. He would have happily fessed up the deeds were they his. But he denies them. Which means…

The culprit is on the run!

Lock your doors. Barricade your pantries. Hide your label makers.

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Internet saved the video star

The most recent issue of The New Yorker is the media edition. Despite a little too much coverage on all things Rupert Murdoch, the issue shed some light on YouTube for me, catching me up with technology that is all the rage with kids these days. Now granted, despite some recent techno-meltdowns I have had in the last few weeks, I was already familiar with YouTube. But I didn’t know how it worked and I certainly didn’t understand how people were getting famous on it.

A while back I linked out to a FABULOUS video that I viewed as proof that the music video had not died. That, I believe, was a simplistic interpretation of the clip.

The music video was dead. The internet, with online communities like YouTube, has saved the music video.

Let that sink in a moment. It’s huge.

This weekend I had the honor of seeing OK Go perform in downtown Cincinnati, as part of festivities to celebrate the re-opening of Fountain Square. Wonder Boy and I pre-gamed it at Frank the Tank and Sugar Boy’s house and then headed out to listen to some rock. Now, in the spirit of complete honesty, I don’t actually know a ton of OK Go stuff. Basically, the reason I wanted to go to the show was to see the song from the video and because it was free. F-R-E-E.

I’m digressing here and I know it. Anyway, the show was fabulous, even with a few audio glitches. Seeing them in stage helped me to understand how four hipster boys who like skinny-legged pants could be convinced to do a dance routine. I mean, if these boys are willing to sing excerpts of Les Miserables, why not do a little choreography on treadmills?

With the exception of Sugar Boy, who would have only been excited if Madonna herself had been onstage, we all enjoyed the show thoroughly.

And then…

The boys came back onstage. “There are five minutes until the fireworks go off” they said. Prerecorded music started playing. The boys got into formation. And I’ll be damned if they didn’t start doing the ENTIRE DANCE ROUTINE from Here it Goes Again, sans treadmills, of course.

I don’t pay for cable. (Please refer above… I am cheap.) But I have seen this video. I know this band. I know this song. I get the reference to a music video because of the strength of viral marketing online. Despite his responsibility for Fox News [barf], Rupert Murdoch is the current owner of YouTube. This old school guy who has wrecked most of TV News might hold the key to reviving music videos.

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Bust a gut

Watch a video that is certain to make your Friday an enjoyable one.


Thank you, Wendy, for this.
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