Thank you for wearing pants

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

Island fever


It's getting late on this Wednesday night. Up late waiting for the dryer. I don't have many clothes in Vegas so if I want to have clean socks tomorrow, it's laundry tonight.

It feels like college again. And I'm shut away in my dorm room while Bryan and Tyson are watching a DVD in the commons.

I just pulled the shirts out of the dryer and out fell a fuzzy wad of paper. What did I leave in my pockets this time? Hmmmm. Two lotto tickets from the California lottery. Dang. Guess I won't know if I won the MegaMillions that I was gonna use to buy that island.

It's okay. No worries. The other reason I'm doing laundry is cuz I'm packin'. Tomorrow night I drive back to LA. And then heinously early Friday morning Nelly and I are off to the islands anyway. I'm already starting to feel like a million bucks.

Really looking forward to this. We can both use the trip. This consulting biz has created too much time apart and five days on a MoBay beach soaking in the sun and each other is absolutely IRIE.

Holiday shopping? Done.

Hard to buy for friends and family? No more. Here's one thing for virtually everyone on your list and about the coolest thing you can get for under $20.

Owl pellets. These gems of mother nature are the "all-natural regurgitated balls of fur and bones that are the leftovers of the owl dining community." Fur balls from the avian set, if you will, but unlike the cat yeerp this is actually a hoot to dissect. Order a set for everyone or you can dissect one virtually if you're tight with a buck.

Excellent stocking stuffers.

Dear Reader

In light of the latest circulation reports from ABC, I thought I'd preview my column from the upcoming SND Design magazine. Even though I wrote it two weeks ago, it probably won't be in mailboxes until sometime in January. You'd think we were printing rotogravure in the '20s with that kind of lead time.

Anyway, my last president's column for Design. J.B. can breathe a sigh of relief for a couple of months before turning his sights to wringing it out of Christine.



Over the years,
I’ve been involved in a number of conversations in which a colleague (or was it me?) defended their own decision or questioned another’s based on what was best for “the reader.”

Making informed decisions based on what you know about your readership is smart. Invoking “The Reader” isn’t. If such a monolithic, simplistic entity existed, our business would be so much easier — although a lot less interesting.

In this complex, quickly changing media environment, too often the capital R reader being discussed still looks amazingly like the journalist doing the talking. The target reader many of us seem most keen about is someone about our age, with remarkably similar interests, taste, experience, views. In short, “Me.”

(The other readership segments acknowledged by at least token action in newsrooms are “Immediate Family,” followed by “Neighbors and Friends” and someone named Martha who likes a good “talker.”)

Obviously, there’s nothing wrong with using your judgment and experience as a barometer. That’s what you’re paid to do and it’s an important part of the journalistic process. But it’s essential to also look beyond ourselves and the other journalists we navel gaze with.

Readers have been a big topic for years, although mostly as we bemoan their dwindling numbers twice a year when ABC announces the latest toll.

It’s a critical time to start putting the endless theoretical discussions we’ve been having into real changes in the paper — multi-faceted changes that stand a chance at having an impact across broad segments of readership.

While this is a challenging issue, it’s also one filled with opportunities. Don’t be fooled that a movement to a smarter, reader-based approach means you have to become obsequious. I’m talking about thoughtful, measured responses and not some knee-jerk embrace of a fad.

Somewhere between “spinach journalism” and “journaltainment” there’s a lot of room to do interesting work. Serious, probing, contextual journalism won’t get lost in the equation if you’re having a serious, probing, contextual discussion about readers.

As visual journalists, we need to look as hard at ourselves as we do reporters and line editors. What’s the difference between the editor I once heard about who insisted on running his own 35-inch column contained to the sports front five days a week or a designer who approaches a blank page simply as a canvas for their personal expression?

There are many palace lies in the world of journalism. But let’s at least start by getting this one on the table: Many journalists don’t read much of their own paper beyond what they’ve written and edited the day before.

Put aside the argument about whether this is appropriate (it’s not), and ask why this is. It’s not all that complex: They’re either not interested or don’t have the time and energy to ferret out the good stuff. How can we expect more of people outside the business? Newspapers have a distinguished history of not respecting readers’ time. Readers are increasingly returning the favor by spending their time elsewhere.

But this is the kind of general screed that you’ve heard before. Inside this most important issue of Design, you’ll find more specifics and read how others are trying to step up to the challenge. I know you’ll find it provocative and useful in your own discussions.


By the time you read this,
my presidency in SND will be winding down, if not already over. On New Year’s Day, I hand over the party hats and noisemakers to the very capable Christine McNeal. These last couple months after the conference have been spent finishing or pushing forward on a few initiatives – some of them exquisitely bureaucratic but essential to our functioning behind the scenes, some more broad-based and incredibly important. Tops among the latter is our ethics policy, which we hope to post on the website in draft form soon.

A year goes by fast and presidents never get done all the things they want to. But my main priority was to upgrade the website and thanks to a bunch of people – notably Elise Burroughs and Matt Mansfield – we did just that. There are so many people I should thank, but the list would go on forever. And I hear Jonathon Berlin striking up the orchestra – the music letting me know my time here is over.

It’s been an honor being a part of the leadership of this organization. And it’s been an inspiration seeing the creativity, skill, passion and commitment of the members of this worldwide family of journalists.

Monday, November 07, 2005

waiting

according to astrology.com, this is what should be happening today. it's nearly 4pm and i'm not making progress on either front.

Quickie:
You're getting along well with others. Expect people to elect you their leader.

Overview:
A family member is about to try to coax you into joining a group of friends who don't care about your stock portfolio, your latest promotion or who designed your shoes. Go ahead. Talk about refreshing!

Saturday, November 05, 2005

iPorn

This certainly didn't take long.

The sky is falling


or so it would seem in this little Colorado 'burb... Chicken Little is the good news: mauling dogs, murdering grandmas, arrests, probes...

Thursday, November 03, 2005

Michael and Jackie sittin' in a tree

K-I-S-S-I-N-G
first comes love,
then comes marriage...

but the date has yet to be set...

Met up with my friend and former L.A. Times colleague Michael Whitley at the Stratosphere tonight. I suspect I'm not breaking any news here, but he asked Jackie to marry him on the way over last night in an elaborately planned, carefully choreographed evening that included assists from United Airlines and the Bellagio hotel. But that's vintage Michael.

Anyway, she said yes and they're both still very much in basking mode tonight. Their families are here to celebrate the 30th birthday of Jackie and her brother and sister (yes, they're triplets), which is on Saturday. But that's a couple days away. For tonight, let's forget about Bennifer and Bragelina. It's all about "Jackael," a fellow named Dom Perignon and many toasts to the most excellent couple.

Cheers, my friends!

If this whole newspaper thing goes south...

...you might consider designing in an industry that never seems to be losing "readers." This tip on SugarBank for amateur pornographers hoping to make it as a professional:

"Packaging design is key to your success. People won’t think to watch your DVD/clip if the packaging doesn’t draw them in. Conversely you can sell almost anything if the box it comes in is nice enough. Spend time and money on making your website/blog/box look good. Don’t be forced to tell people '…it’s a lot better than it looks.' "

Judging from this mock-up example of a poster that sells, a little typographic ability and you can be a "porn star" designer.

Item spotted on Defamer, "From the Makers of Shanghai Poon"

Vegas Short Story #1


Spending some time hanging around journalists in Vegas and starting to hear some of the "Only in Vegas" stories.

Here's one involving Shecky Greene, the comedian who headlined at the Sands for so long, making $150,000 a week back when, according to Charles Grodin in an interview with Shecky, making $150,000 a week "really meant something." (Did I miss something? It doesn't anymore?)

Shecky was drunk and drove his convertible into the fountain at Caesar's Palace. A concerned witness ran over to check on his wellbeing. And there was Shecky, arms spread wide, water pouring in over him. "No hot wax, please."

Two cities, two approaches




From cities that played a big role in her life, two very different design approaches to the Rosa Parks funeral.

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

The Holidays Are Upon Us

Definitely.

Definitely not.

And, if you missed it, there's still time.

Disturbing Quote of the Day

This just in from my friend Vanessa McVay at the Wenatchee World, who noted, "I bet you never got stories like this in L.A."

Actually, stories of boundary issues with animals are a dime-a-dozen in LA.

the backstory:
Father/son mountain men in coos bay, oregon find an orphaned bear, raise it up to adulthood in their cabin, sleeping with it, eating with it, etc. wildlife people find out and take the bear away.

the disturbing quote:
"We treated her like a daughter.... We're hicks. We're mountain men," Perkett said. "We took her because she was dying and we loved her. The only thing we did wrong was love one another."

Lifetime Awards



If you haven't been to snd.org lately, go check out this awards page. It features all the awards given out at the banquet, with the remarks I made, quick Q&As Matt Mansfield and I did afterwards, the videos Bryan Volk did that ran in the background. Good stuff and thanks to Matt, Bryan and the web team for putting this page together.

Defaming Wilma


This image pulled off NewsDesigner. From Miami New Times. Hilarious.

Halloween at the DMV

This was not a conscious decision.

Didn't think that going to the DMV on Halloween would be any more of a freak show than any other day of the year. So I was surprised at the aggressive costuming happening at the Pasadena outlet.

I paid my $25 renewal fee to and had my vision test administered by a "Fallen Angel."

(She actually made a little sign. With the quote marks. You have to consider it a somewhat failed effort, I think, if you need to post an explainer.)

Then I had my photo taken by a black cat.

(Nelly asked why I didn't smile. She said it looked like a booking mug. I said it's because I didn't have time. The cat instructed me to stand on the red line. I looked down to see where the red line was, looked up and BOOM! That was that. The cat may have nine lives. She apparently only takes one picture.)

Next was the written test. The Grim Reaper told me to put my Rules of the Road book on the shelf behind me. The Reaper said "no cheating." It wouldn't have been the first time that I cheated Death.

(I brought the test back to the Reaper, confident that I had passed. But when Death is grading you, you start thinking back to all the things you might have screwed up. The Reaper started talking: "We're on a roll... 30 in a row... How many more?" I was thinking, "Call me Baskin-Robbins cuz I'm making it 31!" And then I started wondering if 30 was a lot for people passing the test? I know smart people who have failed it. Multiple times. So 30 sounded like we were having a good day. But as the Reaper kept talking, it became clear that this winning streak wasn't about driving but about college football. Death, apparently, is a USC Trojans fan who bites his or her nails down to a nubby quick.)

Finally, I had to turn all my paperwork -- including my 100% correct test -- over to the person in Window A. There wasn't a person in Window A so I was left to wonder who might come over. Would it be the robust woman completely surrounded by a shower curtain? How would she type? Or maybe the beautiful archangel with the big white wings? She didn't need a sign to explain. But then a guy showed up. No costume. "It takes all kinds," he said, nodding his head toward the woman in the shower curtain contraption. Yes, it does. Then he did the most amazing thing. He told me that I should lower the weight listed on the license. How often does that happen? So I dropped it 20 pounds. He took another 10 off. So, now, like everyone, I cheated on the weight on my driver's license. Only this time, it's officially sanctioned.

On the way out, I was glad that I didn't have to take a driving test. The inspector was dressed as a pirate.