: Once upon a time, I was hip: I was young… a gossip columnist… in San Francisco (when it was hip)… single… no gray hair…
Now I just visit hip.
Tonight, I visited the Soho House, the cool du jour.
Before I went in, I wandered about the former meat district, now a meet district.
Here comes a guy on a Segway damned near run down by one cab and then the next, and I side with the cabs. Too hip to bear. The Birkenstock of transport. I want to shout at the guy: Get a horse! Get a pair of Nikes! Get a cab!
I go into the Soho house and peoplewatch. Over there are Edie Falco (looking better than she ever gets to on TV) and Stanley Tucci. Celebrity quota filled.
Over at that table are single women replaced by single women: Sex and the City plus or minus 10 years.
I watch people pass by and play a new game: Pick the Brit. One guy near me looks like Mr. Bean; too easy.
I’m surrounded by hip. The problem is, I don’t care about hip anymore. Used to. Don’t now. I no longer aspire to it. Lileks is my model: Heartland, not hip.
Another way to make money on blogs…
: … consulting for the clueless: Big Blog Company.
The power of the press
: I just got this wonderful email:
Thank you so much for turning me on to the Chief Wiggles website. After reading it, I wrote a letter to the editor of my local newspaper. While it usually takes the editor 2 to 3 days to reply and to tell me they will print my letter on a certain day, this time I heard from him in 2 hours and 50 minutes and the letter appeared the next day. On Friday, I sent a box of toys and health supplies weighing 20 pounds to Chief Wiggles and hope to do so each Friday for the foreseeable future. I felt so good and am hoping to get many other people in my hometown interested in this endeavor. Thanks again so much!! Sally McCann
No, thank you, Sally.
: Virginia Postrel has great instructions for sending the toys.
: Major update from the comments. Michele tells us:
Be on the lookout in the next few days for a separate website for the Chief Wiggles project. It’s growing beyond what Chief imagined it would be.
Lunch with the interloper
: I had lunch today with Jason Calacanis, cofounder of WeblogsInc, which plans to revolutionize B2B media using blogs and which causes much hubub last week.
Jason is, as always, enthusiastic and engaging. He is also open, taking me back to his office to show me his new tools. I won’t go into detail; that’s for him to blog (and, yes, he will start a personal blog and work on one of this biz blogs).
I at least see the reasoning behind his creation of tools (he sees the chance to get richer data and to create links between blogs both editorially and in advertising; that, he says, will be easier to do in one environment). I heard more about his revenue strategy (he’ll say more about that later). And he clarified his profit-share structure (he’s not taking out his overhead before he shares, contrary to some speculation).
I don’t know whether he can get as many successful niche biz blogs as he wants; don’t know whether he’ll get as many bloggers as he needs (though he says he’s getting interested email aplenty already, thanks to the brouhaha hereabouts); don’t know whether he can get as much revenue as he hopes. But, of course, no one knows any of that when you start a new biz.
We’ll watch with interest….
: Ted Turner is depressed. I own Time Warner stock. So am I. But not this bad.
Ted tells a bunch of newspaper editors:
“If I had to predict, the way things are going, Id say the chances are about 50-50 that humanity will be extinct or nearly extinct within 50 years,” Turner said. “Weapons of mass destruction, disease, I mean this global warming is scaring the living daylights out of me.”
Ted on Iraq:
“We spent $87 billion to blow Iraq up and then we spent another $87 billion to put it back together, and all to get one man and we still haven’t got him,” Turner said. “Talk about a failure.”
Yeah, that’s almost as much as Ted lost when he sold to Time Warner.
: Relapsed Catholic recommends a remarkable obituary for a remarkable man, Emil Fackenheim, philosopher, historian, Holocaust survivor:
Sometimes, I thought Emil was Job himself, but without the complaints. I never saw him yield, or ask, “Why me?” –that question we ask ourselves when we lose our sense of our own proportion in the universe.
The protest network
: Harry complains, with good right, about the BBC once again soliciting viewers’ photos from an anti-U.S./anti-U.K. Iraq demonstration.
Have they ever asked for, say, photos from the soldiers who are off in Iraq defending freedom?
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