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Saturday, October 29, 2005

When journalists dance...

… the world is a somewhat bleaker place.

Brace yourself for these photos from the opening party of APME in San Jose this past Wednesday. You will want to drink your vodka straight from the dog’s dish tonight.

(Ed note: In a rare moment of reflection, photos were removed in case I need one of these highly-placed, amazingly graceful executives to hire me someday.)

Actually, I had a great time at the party. We returned to the scene of the crime, so to speak: the museum next to the Fairmont where we had our SNDSJ opening party. And, once again, I was a guest of the very gracious folks at the Mercury News. They're always talking about the DNA of the paper. They definitely have a strong hospitality gene.

No offense to this shindig, but the SNDSJ party was better. Last year we were under the tent out among the palm trees. This one was all inside the museum. You simply can't beat a tent. And while this bash had way more food (a gianormous pan of paella, reminiscent of the food stations at the bullring in Barcelona), it didn't have the same energy. There were a lot of long faces in the room, editors who had already been through the budget wringer and see it coming again.

I was talking with one editor who runs a medium size newsroom with a vibrant visual culture. He has lost 20% of his staff over the last five years and his recently departed visual leader will not be replaced. But he, like everyone else I spoke with, brightened up when we were either talking about:
A. the terrific enterprise stories they just published or were about to publish
B. the members of their staff who bring passion and personality to the newsroom and the craft.

Great journalism will do that.

But this was still a good time and no better time than at the end of the night at the live auction.

Matt Mansfield,
who got me on the guest list (thanks, Matt!), thought it would be a good idea to check out the auction. A short silent auction, followed by a live auction complete with paddles you wave when you want to bid, this APME gig makes a chunk more money than our SND auction and we wondered if there wasn’t a lesson to be learned.

Here’s the simple secret to raising more money in Orlando: Get lots of editors on the upper end of the pay scale to come and aggressively liquor them up over the course of the evening. Hope one of them is tipsy enough to raise recklessly and heckle others, appealing to the competitive nature of this group. Before you know it, someone will have dropped a K for some Omaha Steaks and Maine Lobsters.

Me? I woke up with a lightly throbbing headache and tickets to baseball games in Milwaukee and D.C.

What the hell?

4 Comments:

At 10:15 PM, Blogger Matt Mansfield said...

Who would guess a guy who lives in L.A. and works in Vegas would end up with baseball tickets in Milwuakee and D.C.? I love that kind of result. Play ball!

 
At 12:27 AM, Blogger Gaspard said...

Thank God we didn't actually have the high bid on the New York trip as well, although I'd trade 4 tickets to a Brewers game for 4 tickets to Spamalot in a hot second.

 
At 7:30 AM, Blogger Matt Mansfield said...

which reminds me: i still owe you money. i will pay you when you come here for the sharks game in the knight ridder box, assuming kr still owns the mercury news at that point!

 
At 4:36 PM, Blogger Dorsey said...

You still have box seats to, well, anything? Maybe that's part of the problem :) ... DFP's new ownership reclaimed all Wings, Tigers and other tix for publisher, advertisers, etc. Now the only perk to work in the newsroom, is, ah, no wait a minute, it'll come to me...

 

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