<![CDATA[Gawker: success stories]]> http://tags.gawker.com/assets/base/img/thumbs140x140/gawker.com.png <![CDATA[Gawker: success stories]]> http://gawker.com/tag/successstories http://gawker.com/tag/successstories <![CDATA[U Can Haz Cheezburgur, World Dominashun, LOLZ at Other Starupz KTHXBYE]]> The I Can Haz Cheezburger guy, Ben Huh, got an AdAge profile. They've got 21 full-time employees, 30 blogs, and 11.5M visitors a month. They were profitable in their first quarter "almost entirely via ad networks and Google AdSense." [AdAge]

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<![CDATA[Unnerving Magazine Is Toast of Toronto]]> City Living, Toronto's finest magazine, did not make this cover ironically! Rather, for elegance.

It really is worth reading Torontoist's loving exposé of City Living, proof that success in the media can be found anywhere, anyhow. Maybe publisher and founder Patricia Binns was inspired by her very own self?

Charming of exquisite beauty, articulate, cultured, Patricia E. Binns created a magazine that would stay on coffee tables longer than any other and she named it City Living Magazine because it was devoted to all that was distinctive, beautiful and elegant.

Disturbing.

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<![CDATA[Jimmy Frey, Our Former Intern Boy, Makes It Big in Hollywood]]> Hey, look! Being a Gawker Intern pays off. One of our most famous non-paid workers, James Frey, is shopping a young adult series that just got preemptively optioned by DreamWorks. Estimates say the deal was in the high six figures.

The first installment in the six-book series is called I Am Number Four, and it was being shopped around with pseudonyms but now everyone has found out who was behind it. Oprah's worst enemy, James Frey (if that is his real name!).

The Times gives the following synopsis:

The story is about a group of nine children from a planet called Lorien who have been attacked by a hostile race from another planet. The nine children and their guardians evacuate to earth, where three are killed. The protagonist, a Lorien boy named John Smith, hides in Paradise, Ohio, as a human and tries to evade his predators.

Reached in Paris, Frey risked his promotion to Gawker special correspondent by playing coy with us: "I can neither confirm nor deny that I had anything to do with that book."

Michael Bay and Steven Spielberg are involved in the movie optioning, and the old Bay boy might even direct! So good for Mr. Frey. From career embarrassment with A Million Little Pieces, to hard-working beer-fetching Gawker HQ lackey, to snappy teen sci-fi writer with a movie deal.

See why you should let us work you to death and never pay you? Eventually, Steven Spielberg will make sure you get yours. Meanwhile, we're still here... Hm.

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<![CDATA[Heidi Gets Permission from Spencer to Show Everyone Her Hills]]> The image associated with this post is best viewed using a browser.Heidi Montag has taken the next necessary step in all great American success stories. The Hills star will appear nude (but "tasteful") in the September issue of Playboy. The bearded figure seen lurking in the background will be Spencer. [People]

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<![CDATA[Bingo Gossip: The Last Successful Newspaper]]> Here's a bright ray of sunshine piercing through the dark skies of the newspaper industry: Bingo Gossip. It's thriving! Could Missy Mouser, the 26-year-old founder of this free bimonthly tabloid chronicling the lighter side of the Texas bingo world hold the answers for what ails the publishing business? YES, if the predilections of elderly Texas bingo fans are any indication!:

As Eve Brice, 86, waited for the action to begin at Town East Bingo last week, she thumbed through the September issue.

There she learned that the day's lucky color was blue, that fellow bingo enthusiast Rodger Hall grew up in Dunseith, N.D., (population 739) and that the newspaper's advice columnist, "Nosy," counsels readers to protect their lucky seats by arriving early rather than by confronting interlopers.

"I don't go out to shows, I don't run around with men, but I'm here every night," Mrs. Brice said. "And I love her paper."

The secrets of Ms. Mouser's success: Don't shy away from hard-hitting topics ("recent issues, for example, have urged readers to educate themselves about which candidates will support the bingo industry"); keep it upbeat ( "'I like to do profiles, anything that's lighthearted. I don't do negative stuff,' Ms. Mouser said."); and, most critically, don't be afraid to push the envelope:

The biggest buzz generator, she said, is the joke section – which runs two full pages.

"The jokes are the most popular thing I have in there," she said. "But I get a lot of complaints from people who think they're too risqué."

Mrs. Brice thinks the jokes are great.

"It's just how people are," she said. "It's racy, but it's fun."

A few tables over, Jean Wheat, 80, of Mesquite, acknowledges that some of the humor is bluer than you would find in your average church bulletin, but she likes Bingo Gossip enough that she not only reads it from cover to cover but also passes it on.

New York is waiting, Ms. Mouser.

[Dallas Morning News]

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<![CDATA[Owen Wilson Discovers Cure For Depression In Kate Hudson's Pants]]> Not only is the Owen Wilson Comeback Tour doing far better than Britney's, but it now appears that he's gotten his old girlfriend back. Right on the heels of going back to work on Marley and Me with fellow marijuana enthusiast Jennifer Aniston, it seems that he's "rekindled his romance" with the woman who (allegedly) broke his heart, Kate Hudson:

The 28-year-old blonde actress was spotted visiting the 39-year-old actor at his Malibu, California home on Monday, following his appearance at the Oscars the night before. And on Saturday morning, Wilson was photographed leaving Hudson's Pacific Palisades home, before reuniting with the actress later that day at 5pm at his own home."

Finally, some good news on the trouble-laden star front! After a year filled with overdoses, manic meltdowns and senseless gun battles with Eddie Munster, we're glad to see that notorious slacker Owen Wilson is setting a positive example for how the drug-and-drink obsessed Young Hollywood set can comeback from Difficult Setbacks™. Are you listening, Dr. Drew? Scrap Daniel Baldwin from Season Two of Celebrity Rehab and see if you can't convince Owen Wilson to come on board as the group's mentor; we're sure that Verne Troyer would appreciate the opportunity to network with the shaggiest of the Wilson siblings.

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<![CDATA['Moment of Truth' Hitmaker Darnell Drinks The Tears Of Outraged Critics, Pledges Show Will Eventually Deliver On End-Of-Western-Civilization Promise]]>
Though the 23 million or so viewers who stuck around after American Idol to check out the series premiere of The Moment of Truth surely provided all the validation he needed, Fox president of the Dark Alternative Programming Arts Mike Darnell has been reveling in the critical scorn heaped upon his lie-detecting masterwork, knowing from experience that such an outpouring of vitriol probably means he has a huge hit on his hands. Pausing briefly from the celebratory soak in his office's Cristal-filled Jacuzzi he'd been enjoying since the release of this morning's preliminary Nielsen numbers, Darnell spoke to TV Week about Truth, acknowledging complaints about the debut episode's sluggish pacing (they're working on it!), and pledging that future installments of the show will deliver all the deception-induced human misery a rubbernecking, TV-watching nation can handle:

"For every game show on television, somebody says it's too slow," Darnell says. "'Deal or No Deal,' for all its energy, can be slow. When opening those first 10 boxes, I feel like I'm gonna kill myself."

That said, Darnell says the "Moment" pace will pick up.

"It's always been a semi-issue with the show because you have the pauses between the revelation and [the lie detector result]," he says. "You gotta have that to watch the reaction of the friends and family. But we're going to try to quicken the pace a little bit."

The show's promised "end of western civilization" drama will increase as well, Darnell says, particularly once the show shifts to the 8 p.m. hour in early March.

"We intentionally opened with a middle-of-the-road episode," he says. "I didn't want people from middle America to freak out coming out of 'American Idol.'"

Thankfully, Darnell and Fox have realized that early March will seem like an eternity to viewers who've already been tortured by the agonizing months of waiting for the polygraph-enabled, civilization-eroding fun to begin, setting up a lie-along-at-home version of Truth on the network's website to keep the impatient entertained while they wait for the show to finally hit its stride. With just a few clicks of a mouse, fans can invite their co-workers, spouses and friends to answer the kinds of uncomfortably probing, provocative questions they've now seen on the show, though without the tantalizing promise of a huge pile of cash in return for destroying their romantic or professional relationships with greed-motivated honesty.

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<![CDATA[Patrick Moberg's "Dream Girl" Is A Homeless Immigrant]]>
Just as the love story between illustrator Patrick Moberg and his now-identified mysterious subway love interest winds its way to its cloying and crushing denouement, "The Morning Show" announced that the young subway-taker's house just burned down. Also, Camille Hayton, as Moberg's crush is named, is Australian. As we knew, she's an intern. (This is like three strikes in our book but whatever.) Also, though this isn't addressed, the only extent picture of her is one in which she clutches a white rose in her teeth, which is just odd.

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<![CDATA[MSNBC's Wonder Boy Dan Abrams Knows When To Quit]]> dan"MSNBC said today that [general manager] Dan Abrams, who has been the host of a 9 p.m. news hour called 'Live with Dan Abrams' temporarily since July, will stay in the job permanently, leaving behind the managerial position he had occupied for a little over a year." With MSNBC's ratings nipping at CNN's heels, this can only be good for Abrams: If ratings stay high, he can take all the credit, and if they start to go down, hey, he can just blame the new guy. Also notable: Dan Abrams, though he unfortunately refers to his program as "snarky," has "no interest in doing Keith Olbermann." Boy, is he not alone in that.

MSNBC's Abrams to Be Anchor, Not Manager [NYT]

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<![CDATA[We hear that Alyssa Shelasky, former Glamour...]]> We hear that Alyssa Shelasky, former Glamour blogger, has a new job! She's over at People magazine now.... writing about FILM. Heh. Seriously, she has got to be sooooo overqualified for that after all that time she spent blogging about her love life!

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<![CDATA[ After seven months of suffering through...]]> After seven months of suffering through the unrequited love of their favorite actor, the proprietors of If I Blog It, They Will Come finally entice Kevin Costner to visit their online shrine to the Field of Dreams star. Tears are shed and new friendships are forged in what will doubtlessly prove the feel-good link of the day. [If I Blog It They Will Come]

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<![CDATA[Mel Gibson Completes Mandatory Tour Of AA Duty]]> 37a87dc03c5ce36d720c30e3a6e9d914.jpgYesterday, just a little over one year since the fateful night part-time Costa Rican resident Mel Gibson strolled out of a Malibu cocktail lounge and into infamy as the Hebrew-hatingest, sugartit-leeriest Oscar winner in all of Hollywood, a judge declared the actor free from having to attend mandatory Alcoholics Anonymous meetings. From the NY Daily News:

A Malibu judge yesterday said the Oscar winner, who was busted for drunken driving in July 2006, has completed his court-ordered alcohol-cessation program.
"The AA meetings are no longer under his probation's conditions," a spokeswoman with the district attorney's office said.

Obviously, Gibson would only benefit from continuing to attend the meetings: As any successful 12-stepper can tell you, while it might get easier to resist your demons over time, the threat of a relapse is always there, and all it would take is a citrusy whiff from a freshly cracked Tequiza to send the actor tailspinning right back to Jew-loathing square one.

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<![CDATA['Daily News' Food Critic Danyelle Freeman And Her Face]]> Today brings the debut of blogger-cum-Daily News food critic Restaurant Girl, real name Danyelle Freeman. When the news was announced a week ago, we were frankly skeptical of her lack of skill and anonymity. While she has yet to openly announce that, no, she can't write very well, she has fully embraced her own faciness. Freeman's mug appears on the paper's website no fewer than three times.

To be fair, her first review, of Gemma, isn't written that poorly at all. And we might even agree, partially, with it. Though there's her troubling use of weirdly anatomical verbs to contend with: "The enormous wood oven also births sweet sensations...."

What remains stuck in our craw is not that she has a face but that she shoves it everywhere she can. She then tries to mask what is essentially vainglory with bizarre contortions of logic. As Joe Dziemanowicz puts it in an odd announcement-feature in her new paper (accompanied, of course, by a picture):

"I have consciously made the choice to be accessible to readers as well as chefs and restaurateurs," she explains, "in order to communicate my experience of whether or not a chef has successfully achieved his or her goals." [...]

"I was looking for a critic to identify with," says the 33-year-old Harvard graduate from New Jersey. "There was no one that I could relate to because I couldn't put a face with a voice."

I'm sure that those of you who don't know what Walter Benjamin or Lytton Strachey or Clement Greenberg or Anatole Broyard looked like and thusly just "couldn't relate" to their criticism can empathize with Ms. Freeman's troubles.

And if that doesn't convince you as to why she should plaster her face everywhere, the following surely must convince you of why she can.

"I fundamentally believe restaurants don't bring in a new chef or run out to get new ingredients just because they spot a critic," she says. Her radar will be tuned to determine whether she's getting special treatment."
Well thank god her radar will be attuned! On the other hand, if her goal is to guide the common restaurant-goer as to what to order or where to go, she must have some sort of shared experience with the common man. She's right. When she walks into a restaurant, they probably don't have some guy in the kitchen frantically write a Craigslist post "NYC Restaurant Looking For New Chef To Start Immediately!" or dispatch some poor barback to the Greenmarket. But Freeman must be delusional to think that she won't be sucked up to at nearly every restaurant she reviews. She'll get the super soigné treatment wherever she goes and this serves only two people: Herself and the restaurant's chef. She writes for a paper with a circulation of 795,153 and it might be time she stops being the restaurant's girl and becomes the readers' girl.]]>
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<![CDATA[Laurel Touby: Desperate, Lonely Freelancer Is Also Face-Blind]]> laurelThe Voice has a great profile of Mediabistro millionairess Laurel Touby today; it includes two of our favorite Laurel anecdotes ever. What you need to know about the former desperate freelancer:
  • Her trials of prosopagnosia : "Her most famous gaffe, though, came at Time editor Jim Kelly's house in October 2005, when a short, older man introduced himself around the room. Touby asked him to say his name again. He politely reintroduced himself: 'Mike Bloomberg.' Touby groans at the memory. 'I was horrified—especially since it was in front of a room full of journalists. You know that disease called prosopagnosia? I am convinced I have that.'"

  • Dorky earnestness: "'She's not cool, she's not removed, she's not studied,' says her friend and former employee Greg Lindsay. 'She's not snarky, she's not bitterly ironic. Laurel is an extremely earnest person.'"
  • Turning concepts into reality: "While she often works off other people's suggestions, Touby is the one who takes action. Former editor Elizabeth Spiers had suggested the "Lunch at Michael's" column, which had been suggested to her in turn by Spy magazine founder Kurt Andersen, who said he'd read the site if it simply listed the people who appeared at the media haunt daily. Months passed, until Touby herself finally went to the restaurant, pad in hand, boldly asking people who they were. Eventually, the participants began to call in their names themselves."
  • How Mediabistro opens doors: "Huffington Post blogger Rachel Sklar, who started as an ex-lawyer from Toronto looking for a journalism break, found her first jobs on the site; she took the classes, went to the parties, and even briefly blogged for FishbowlNY, the site's media blog. 'I was totally sold,' says Sklar. 'Everything happened through Mediabistro—that was the source of all my journalism knowledge, awareness, and contacts. It was a full package deal.'"
  • On being desperate and lonely: "Peers reacted to Touby's big payday with derision and disbelief. Even the most positive piece of press, Simon Dumenco's New York article about the sale, was littered with backhanded compliments: Touby is a "secret genius. 'She started out a "desperate freelancer.' Her early events were 'anti-loneliness cocktail parties.' Such descriptions burn her. 'I don't like it when people always put 'desperate' in front of 'freelance,' ' she says. 'The word 'lonely'— I didn't have an office. That I didn't have people to hang out with didn't mean I was a desperate, lonely freelancer.'"
  • On the boas: "She doesn't remember how it caught on—someone suggested she wear a boa so people could easily recognize her at Mediabistro parties. Now there's an assortment of them in her office: purple, orange, red, green, pink, and white. 'Men love boas,' she explains. 'It makes a woman seem more approachable—tactile, even.'"
  • On generosity: "Jesse Oxfeld, a former Mediabistro employee who publicly feuded with Touby after moving on to Gawker, was one of the few who took the stock option upon exiting. ('I knew it would drive Laurel crazy to have to write me a check,' he says.) He got a low five-figure cut from the sale; he recalls that when a dividend check arrived, Touby had added a note reading: 'You're so lucky.'"

    There's so much more! But here's your takeaway: Laurel Touby, despite being socially retarded, made millions of dollars off the backs of desperate freelancers like herself. Jesse Oxfeld is definitely worth mugging. And, ladies, wearing boas will hope you achieve the dream of finding lasting love.

    The $23 Million Boa [VV]

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    Freeman has been accused of shilling for restaurants—she denies it. But her response to the clearly troubling fact that everyone knows what she looks like (she played Maria Giaculo on the Sopranos and plasters her face everywhere she can) isn't reassuring.

    I want to give chefs and restaurants their best opportunity to communicate a vision. Restaurants aren't running out to grab different ingredients or a new chef simply because you're recognizable. Besides, let's be honest, everyone knows what Frank Bruni looks like. There are photos of him in every important kitchen in NYC.
    Yeah—grainy blown-up photographs taken six or seven years ago, when Bruni was about 30 pounds heavier. (That Rome posting was carb-heavy!) The truth is that Bruni doesn't get recognized the moment he first sets foot in a restaurant.

    Perhaps the most succulent morsel in this sordid story of sex, fame and food is alluded to by the 27th commenter on the Eater post, who asks, presumably of Eater editor Ben Leventhal but maybe also of Eater publisher Lockhart Steele, "Isn't this your girlfriend?" We asked—denials were uniform and believable. But hasn't science shown that this is exactly the type of things dudes lie about?

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