Wednesday, December 2, 2009

The Sad State Of Career Journalism

Commentary from a Gawker reader who calls himself Solomon Grundy. I couldn't have said it better myself. The original post explains how among 75 L.A. Times' reporters laid off, only 11 have found fulltime jobs. Most of which blow.

"Among my circle of friends who lost their well-paid media gigs (which is quite a few, and mostly in magazines and broadcast), I don't know anybody who moved laterally to a similar job. Some started doing something altogether different, a few got into the very commercial end of writing (such as business copy writing), and most collect unemployment if they're lucky and freelance for much less money at much shittier pubs. Almost everybody who used to do serious journalism is now 'working on a book,' but I am classifying that as an unpaid hobby.

My friends who still have steady, long-term jobs (that they used to complain about) are simultaneously thankful and stressed about losing those jobs. The only people I know whose careers are moving slightly upwards are my very young, inexperienced friends and former interns who until recently were basically working for free. I wonder how much longer before these talented, idealistic younger friends take a hard look at their career prospects and jump ship.

I think it was a historical anomaly that for a generation or two journalism was considered a solidly middle to upper middle class profession that attracted the best and the brightest and rewarded them with placid little lives straight out of Mary Tyler Moore or Bridget Jones. It seems that for most folks in the industry it's going to revert to being a lower lower middle class gig. Glancing at other countries where journalism has much lower prestige and compensation suggests that basically all the magazines are going to suck such balls that no one should ever speak of them, and the smaller newspapers (which in the future we will call local news feeds) will be rehashed press releases and newswire feeds written by mediocre shlubs, with a tiny elite of pubs doing great work.

All the future-people who would have been journalists, what will they become instead? Ballerinas? Astronauts? Jockeys in Dubai? It's a very exciting time for these counter-factual would-have-been-journalists. So many possibilities."

Celine: Oh, Poor Thing

Kmart is offering gift sets on sale for Christmas. There, for $16.99 each, are three Celine Parfum fragrances... right alongside Jovan Musk and a S'mores kit. So sad. Sigh. That just hurts my feelings.

Meryl Streep: Vanity Fair

Ah, Meryl, we love you, we do. The world's finest living actress appears on the January cover of Vanity Fair, looking lovely at 60. What a great honor for both the mag and the lady.

No Johnson For Levi Johnston

Ha, ha, now this is funny. Playgirl.com expects anyone to pay to sign up to see "provocative" pictures of Sarah Palin's favorite kin-in-law, Levi Johnston. Hee, hee, har, har. I'll give it to the guy: He's real cute, in that corn-fed redneck way. But without full frontal disclosure, this is just run-of-the-mill soft porn. I can do better watching Cinemax after midnight.

Lions and Tigers and Whores, Oh My

Wow, can you believe it? A millionaire athlete who thinks he's above moral law. Who ever heard of such a thing? You see, after you earn your first $10 million from endorsements, Tiger, you sort of give up your privilege to privacy. Now you're just a big wienie for going into hiding.

The good news: Maybe now I can open a magazine without seeing his toothy face beaming at me, hawking Nike golf gear, Gillette razors, American Express, TAH Heuer watches and Gatorade... Whore, indeed.

The Bane Of Christmas Radio

While in Lynchburg, no fewer than three radio stations were spinning nothing but Christmas music—before Thanksgiving—including AC, country and Christian outlets. Ewwwww. My buddy Phyllis Stark wrote about holiday songs loathed by the industry at radio-info.com, and included a quote from meese.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

R.I.P., Southern Style

In the south, folks are special. And lucky. Whereas in the rest of the world, we just die, people in the Bible Belt clearly move on to higher ground. Here, I am quoting actual obituaries from the Lynchburg News & Daily Advance (names are changed to offer solace to the departed):

Shelly Rose Brown was received into the loving arms of Jesus on Friday. Over her lifetime, she used her musical talents for the glory of God in many churches, including Our Saviour Lutheran Church. She was introduced to her forever love on a blind date. Shelly was a loving wife, mother and grandmother. She taught her family to love and honor God in all they do.

Teresa Grool passed from labor to reward Wednesday. Affectionately known as “Dee Jay Peachez,” she was baptized at an early age and joined the Piney Grove Baptist Church in Amherst. Grool leaves to cherish her memory, her mother, a brother and a host of many relatives and friends who join in this loss.

Maria Ducell Fells was called home to be with her Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, on Tuesday. Her love for animals prompted her to work as chief nurse for many years at Woodworth Animal Hospital in Waynesboro. She was especially fond of her beloved pet and companion, Q.T.

Osburn Lucerne Whitman was called to eternal rest on Monday, at Centra-Health Hospice of the Hills. In addition to his parents, he was preceded in death by a sister and two brothers. He leaves to cherish his memory his loving wife of 48 years.

John Devine “Big John” Pennington peacefully slept on to Jesus from his home, surrounded by his loving family on Monday. Surviving him are his wife and two daughters. Memorial donations may be made to the Virginia Rush Soccer Club Scholarship Fund.

Carol Edwina Thompson, 84, of Madison Heights, went to be with the Lord Thursday. Arrangements will be announced tomorrow. Tharp Funeral Home & Crematory is assisting the family.

R.I.P.

Homeward Bound

Up at 6:30 a.m. Monday morning for the lengthy train ride back to the big city. The parents delivered me to the Kemper Street station in Lynchburg, just as the sun was peaking over the horizon, for a crisp departure time of 7:38 a.m. Arrival in NYC: 3:30 p.m.Dan and Evelyn await departure.The trek back seemed to include as many stops as the New York subway: Charlottesville, Culpeper, Burke, Manassas, Alexandria, L’Enfant Plaza and D.C., where we stopped to switch engines. In Alex, we paralleled that darling little Metro, which serves as a “subway” (tee hee) for the Washington area.Below, Charlottesville.Culpeper.Manassas.The D.C. Metro, so quaint. It even operates after dark for a little while!I hoofed around D.C.’s Union Station during the half-hour stopover to admire the beautiful, historic structure, complete with holiday décor.Um, not a real train.Onward, with enough stops to make my teeth crack: New Carrollton, BWI, Baltimore, Wilmington, Philadelphia, Trenton, Newark and finally, New York. Then, I rolled my 500-pound suitcase to the subway and worked my way to Brooklyn Heights. Home, at last.

Monday, November 30, 2009

New Olivia Newton-John Song!

Okay, first the bad news: It's produced by egomaniac David Foster. And worse, there's a children's choir. The good news: It's Olivia!! (Thanks for the link, Mark.)

Lynchburg: A Touch Of Mink

After watching “Grey Gardens” with the parents... let’s see, my fifth or sixth time... as always, I relished the scene where Cap, the married man, rewards Little Edie with a mink. Ah, the delicious 1940s. That reminded me that hanging in my mammer's closet, gently calling out, “Chuck, darling, psst!” was Evelyn's mink coat, which she’s had for decades (calm down, PETA peddlers, that animal has been dead since before you existed).How could I resist trying it on for size (a perfect fit!), as well as attempting a little-Little Edie drag? Damn, I want to cuddle with that mink on a cold winter New York night.

Lynchburg: Parade Of Homes 4

The enduring classics: All of these stunning homes were built in the 1800s—and have the honor of returning to glory, thanks to a new generation of proud owners, who have restored them to their original grandeur. Most are in the historic downtown nabe of Diamond Hill, though a sprinkling are located in Rivermont.

Lynchburg: Deer Crossing

Driving through a residential neighborhood Sunday evening, I saw three deer grazing in the front yard of a house, nowhere particularly close to the woods. Deer are an ongoing challenge in the city, where you regularly see deer that have been hit along the roads, lying to the side, along with Deer Crossing signs in the midst of dense nabes. They love them some Lynchburg.

Lynchburg: Sunday In The City w/ Diddy

On Sunday afternoon, Dan and I escaped Evelyn's clutches to go laptop shopping! Yes, Dad wants to join the Internet revolution (god knows I'd be ecstatic to have the web at their place). Of course, like father, like son, there were side excursions along the way, including side roads (with a trailer park, hurrah!) and a stop at the GMC dealer to look at the new cars, as well as open land... and Best Buy. He's focused on the Acer Aspire 15-inch, which retails for an amazing $350.

Lynchburg: Evelyn & Dan, The Official Portrait

I took this when we went to the "Big House" for Sunday dinner, which requires "proper dress." Mammer Evelyn is 83 and my diddy Dan will be 86 on Dec. 8. Love this picture. I'm so fortunate to have my folks in good health, alert and with only a few replacement body parts.

Lynchburg: Lunchburg

I rescued nephew Matthew from Bedford on Saturday and we drove all around downtown Lynchburg, before meeting with Trix Moose and her 14-year-old Jack for lunch at the delectable Waterstone Pizzeria in the Craddock-Terry Hotel, named for its former usage as a warehouse for the shoe corporation, which was based in the 'burg. The web site says it best: "The decor is distinctly industrial with open exposed granite block walls, heavy timber beams and an airy atrium." The food was awfully tasty, too. Afterward, we took a walking tour of the hotel, which has been beautifully restored, with much of the original beams and brick in place.In the 'vator with Matty and Trix.My kind of sole! An actual ad from one of Craddock Terry's brands in the mid-1970s. It's displayed—where else—in the men's room.Original signage on the side of the building next to the Craddock Terry Hotel.Each room is decorated with a particular shoe on the door. How could I resist the elfin slipper? It sure beat the athletic sneaker theme.

Sunday, November 29, 2009

Lynchburg: It's Beginning To Look...

Bro Chris and Judy put up their live Christmas tree Saturday, complete with that "real tree smell" that didn't even come from an aerosol can! Amazing, huh? I sat off to the side, licking their cutie Yorkie Blake on the top of his tiny noggin.

Lynchburg: Out WIth The Old

My brother and I both lost our facial hair within the same week. I shaved off my goatee, followed by the loss of Chris' porn star mustache, which he has had in place for 17 years. Do we look at all alike?

Saturday, November 28, 2009

Lynchburg: Historic Downtown

Like most American cities, Lynchburg's downtown suffered near collapse as malls came to town and the population spread to the suburbs. But they've done a really fine job of restoring the area over the past decade or so, with new businesses opening in old warehouses and factories—maintaining much of the facade of the 1800s—while breathing new life into a once uninhabitable region. Some of the old haunts like Schewels Furniture and L. Oppleman music store, in fact, have never closed.

Lynchburg: Three Houses

1> Among the homes my diddy grew up in during the 1930s in Lynchburg, on Mimosa Drive.2> The house that I was born into, on Gorman Drive. We lived here until I was 4.3> This is home... Trents Ferry Ct., where my parents lived until 12 years ago, from my elementary days through college and beyond.

Lynhcburg: J.T. Thornhill, Yet Another 20-Plus Years Reunion!

Facebook is a pretty astonishing phenomenon... Over the past year, I have reunited with no fewer than four friends from the deep past, thanks to FB hook-ups. On Friday, Donna Mae Moose hosted meese (har, Moose and meese, that's right friggin' funny) at her home, where hubby Cecil fixed a post-Thanksgiving feast for us: with high school buddy J.T. Thornhill (the IV, mind you), whom I have not seen, we're thinking, in about 27 years. Great reunion.

He's now in South Carolina, where he has a doctorate in Psychiatry. He teaches, is director of university admissions for his affiliated school and sees dingy patients. We also spent plenty of time piecing the past together including our starring turns in the play "Arsenic & Old Lace," which we all acted in, as did Strelie. The pictures from the play—with all of us in near-pancake make-up—were ridiculous fun.Twenty-seven years. Damn, we're old.

Lynchburg: Parade Of Homes 3

Beautiful homes from the early part of the 20th Century. Most of these are in the Boonsboro/Rivermont section of Lynchburg, and have been kept up by new generations of owners. Majestic and original in architecture. They stand proud.

Lynchburg: Parade Of Homes 2

I sniffs new money! These gargantuan houses were all built in newly developed nabes over the past decade.

Lynchburg: Holiday Splendor

With three radio stations spinning Christmas music before Thanksgiving—an AC, a country and a Christian (zz, zzz, zzzz)—it seems that some hillbillies just couldn't wait to get their holiday decor in place. Sadly, there is no sense of irony surrounding this spectacle. In other words, they're serious.

Lynchburg: Nature Calls

Flowers at the parents' house: the day I arrived...And Friday... in full bloom.Here's more nature around their home at Westminster-Canterbury in Lynchburg, which borders plenty of fields.

Lynchburg: Thanksgiving Day

On Thanksgiving Day, the parents and I were hosted by my bro Chris and sis-in-law Judy, along with my nephew Matty, and Judy's daughters Shannon and Amanda. A fine time, with no drama (well, a little might have been kind of fun). We ate turkey, which is an American tradition this time of year, in case that's something your family doesn't do. A lot of people in the South eat scrapple and ox tails, actually, from what I hear... Here's Chris and Judy's house, which they finished building about a year ago.Pinky and Clover! My grandmother made these by hand for my brother and me when we were chillen. Surprise, Pinky was mine!Dan and Ev.
Evelyn with Chris & Judy's Yorkie, Blake.Family portraits: First, here's the Taylor family, with Charles, Dan, Evelyn and Chris.With the additions of Judy and Blake.Altogether, now: Dan, Evelyn, Chris, Judy, Shannon, Matthew, meese.That evening, I joined the Payne family for their enormous T'giving reunion on Parkland Drive. Here's Perry with meese and their neighbor and close pal Camille—who lives in Strele's former apartment across the hall from Perry & David in Washington Heights/NYC.Perry and her sister Sally's adorable (read: not too precocious) daughter Brantley.The Payne clan!