Thanks For Stopping
I’ve been Googled! And it feels…kinda dirty. It appears that folks searching for ‘Destiny Stahl’ (gotcha again!), the topless dancer that Mike Price spent his last hours as one of the premier sports figures in the country with, get a hit on my post several paragraphs below. To their dismay, they find mere erudition, and prose that leaps dolphin-like in the sun-dappled waves of my blog, instead of prurience. Sorry, no pictures here, at least of Destiny. Although, after reading this week’s Sports Illustrated article ( http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/si_online/news/2003/05/07/mike_price/ ), the owner of Arety’s Angels sounds sort of interesting, in the gutty, entrepreneurial sense.
TGIF
Headed home, finally. I managed to salvage kudos, maybe even adulation, from the ashes of Thursday’s mediocrity. That’s the life of the IT professional - we can work for 20 hours on an elegant, brilliant solution to a problem that seems pretty mundane to a client, and then do some offhand fillip that takes 20 minutes, and be declared a genius. Regardless, my invoice goes out tomorrow.
PI 86′d?
Although I declared last week that my blog would be Seattle-oriented, my absence has muted my connection, even though I try to skim through the city’s newspapers each day on the net. The most interesting thing about that sentence is the pluralization of the word ‘newspaper’. Owing to a JOA (joint operating agreement) struck in the early 80s, plus the serendipity of talented journalists at both papers, we have had the luxury of two major dailies, while many cities have had to resign themselves to only one. From what I’ve seen, the dailies in these cities become increasingly boosterish, particularly regarding pet projects of the owners, and shed their reportage in favor of purchasing cutesy, Readers Digest-like stuff from wire services.
It looks, however, as if our JOA is about to come apart, as The Seattle Times, which owns the presses and classified ad business, is seeking to jettison the Hearst-owned Post-Intelligencer, basically a death sentence. I really don’t trust the Times to maintain its journalistic acuity once it doesn’t have to compete for eyeballs, and I believe the city will be poorer if the PI closes.
More tomorrow - I need to sleep off the sweaty patina of travel.
