Seen Work: A Dispassion Play.
Posted on January 8, 2016 2 Comments
Identical work stations line the stage. Faceless workers sit at desks, typing in unison to the loud TICK of an unseen clock, like an employer branding video directed by Busby Berkeley and written by George Orwell.
LIGHTS UP on TOM, 30s and cookie cutter corporate, sitting at a desk downstage center.
Shit I Did in 2015.
Posted on December 29, 2015 4 Comments
Warning: massive self-indulgence ahead. It’s my blog, asshole.
Last year, I looked back at 2014 and thought, at the time, I had had my annus mirabilis.
I had just settled into my apartment with my fiance, my preternaturally cute Cavalon puppy, and was just starting to get a taste of what actually having people pay attention to me was like – and, then, I kinda liked it. Life was as good then as I could have imagined, mainly for the novelty value of the kind of stability I hadn’t known in a long time.
Socialist Media: Viaja en Cuba.
Posted on December 11, 2015 Leave a Comment
“A revolution is a struggle to the death between the future and the past.” – Fidel Castro.
Contrary to popular belief, I actually take great pains not to personally attack people, only institutions – which means that while I can attack “HR Ladies” in general, writing a response to my most recent trip to Cuba would require a bit more nuance than I’m used to.
Second paragraph, second communist quote, but Stalin once said, “The death of one man is a tragedy. The death of millions is a statistic.”
Long Posts.
Posted on December 10, 2015 2 Comments
There are a lot of people out there who think that the blog posts I write are too long. You will like this one, because I’ll keep it brief by reminding you, you’re not the reason I do this.
Selling Out.
Posted on December 1, 2015 8 Comments
An editor is not supposed to interject their own voice or agenda into their publication; ostensibly, similar to stage managers or offensive linemen or HR generalists, our job is to stay hidden in the background; like the above professions, the only time anyone takes notice of our work is when we screw up.
An editor finds writers, coaches and coaxes content from them, counsels them past missed deadlines and blocked nights and frantic calls and frenetic PR or product people.
Snark Attack 