What the hell is going on this post? Does anyone know? Is DeWolfe out, or in? Is Miller pushing him out, or is Murdoch, or is Wendy Deng? Is there any thread of coherent sense to be had anywhere?
I am surprised that Gawker has not covered the Julia Angwin book Stealing MySpace to it's full extent. The review in NYT Book Review has provided more tantalizing details than Valleywag. I was amused by this nugget of trivia. "For instance: MS did not intend to let users strew hearts, glitter and smiley faces all over its home pages. It's just that when the Web site switched from one programming language to another, shoddy engineering created a huge loophole allowing users to upload their own computer code." Oh, Happy accidents!
This is too easy. It's gonna be placed under the guardianship of Faux Noise, with maybe Coultergeist as Friend in Need. To advertisers they can present millions of sheep who will buy anything, the dream demographic.
There is an eternal cyclical reasoning tactic which occurs whenever I see pictures of such happy couples as this. It was reported that if you asked any of the myriads of maidens who waited upon the great butcher Manolete would they be there were he a house painter? The answer, "Oh, but were he a house painter, he would not be Manolete!"
For fifty years, I been looking for a snappy comeback for that one.
Awwwww, Wendi's getting her 'Empress Dowager' thing on.
Now if you REALLY want to start some yellow journalism, start the rumor that Bai Ling is being seem with Ruppy the Prune.
Seriously. Ruppy is turning all of his acquisitions into blue painted whores. Just look at his newest one, the Wall Street Journal. It's painted up like USA Today. In fact I mistook the Sat/Sun edition *for* USA Today.
It's like Dick Tracy. Ruppy the Prune. Wendy the Dowager. Bai the Batshit. Now just add Michael Jackson and the rogues' gallery is complete.
Oh man, I just realised that I start my first grown up job in February. I'm really going to miss Gawker! If this is what adulthood is, can I give it back?
@Silverbackne: Why? It's when our summer ends. Which technically makes this the last summer of my youth. Which is kind of depressing when I think about it; I haven't got dick to show for the last 21 years, except for social anxiety and a massive student loan.
Don't worry, VSSS - do what I did. Work for the man for a bit, then segue it into self-employment. Then, you can procrastinate and Gawk on your own time.
@DevilsAvocado: But therein lies my Great Problem; I don't actually know what I want to do when I grow up. Like, I did my degree because I found the subject matter fascinating, not because I thought I could make a career out of it (most people end up academics, anyway). So, like, what if being a civil servant is my career? That's kind of sad. Is it too early to be having a Life Crisis? I should have done engineering like my father wanted me to.
@miss_msry: A girl. Oh God, I'm totally one of THOSE people at parties! You know, the kind that end up standing in the kitchen the entire night and talking about whether or not God exists, while everyone else is doing beer bongs. I always have this sneaking suspicion that the only reason boys talk to me at parties is because they think if they look interested enough in what I have to say, I'll let them touch my boobs, I dunno. I'm not cut out for this adulthood shit.
But, you never to grow up, if to grow up means to fully commit to a single career path. Trust me. I'm 38, and remember the painful existential angst of being 20, having just finished an Arts degree, with no clear career path mapped out in front of me. So, I understand your pain.
I bounced around a bit, travelled heaps and followed my interests. Along the way, I built up experience, and worked out what I enjoyed doing. Now, as a fully-fledged adult, with a wonderful family, I've had three incredibly fulfilling careers, all of which have led me to where I am now. I am doing what I adore doing, getting paid extremely well, and I'm in a position where I can pretty much pick and choose what I do to accommodate my family life. And, I can procrastinate on Gawker whenever I choose!
Most of my peers and friends who followed the conventional 'career' path route (law/engineering/medicine/accounting etc), who are now in their late 30s/early 40s are smack-bang in the middle of hideous mid-life crises. They hate my guts (nicely!) because they think I've got it easy, and I'm so happy. They always ascribe it to 'luck'. But, in reality, it was because I took a risk way back when. It's much better to have a mid-life crisis at your age, when you have many years to sort things out and make up your mind about where you want to go.
So - word of advice from an ancient fellow traveller - enjoy your freedom, and look around. Make the most of your youth and have fun. Along the way you'll find something extraordinary. And, in the meantime, you're not committing yourself to anything that you can't get out of if it makes you miserable. The first job you take is not going to be the last. If you get used to adapting to changed circumstances, by my age you'll relish new challenges. Nothing seems impossible anymore. Nay, everything seems possible.
It's simple. Get the poop on Vivi Nevo and his chinese girlfriend and the truth will manifest itself like a wonton rising to the surface of your chicken soup.
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For fifty years, I been looking for a snappy comeback for that one.
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Now if you REALLY want to start some yellow journalism, start the rumor that Bai Ling is being seem with Ruppy the Prune.
Seriously. Ruppy is turning all of his acquisitions into blue painted whores. Just look at his newest one, the Wall Street Journal. It's painted up like USA Today. In fact I mistook the Sat/Sun edition *for* USA Today.
It's like Dick Tracy. Ruppy the Prune. Wendy the Dowager. Bai the Batshit. Now just add Michael Jackson and the rogues' gallery is complete.
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@Silverbackne: Why? It's when our summer ends. Which technically makes this the last summer of my youth. Which is kind of depressing when I think about it; I haven't got dick to show for the last 21 years, except for social anxiety and a massive student loan.
12/09/08
Don't worry, VSSS - do what I did. Work for the man for a bit, then segue it into self-employment. Then, you can procrastinate and Gawk on your own time.
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Grow up? Trustafarians know nothing of this "Grow Up."
Are you a girl or boy Viv?
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But, you never to grow up, if to grow up means to fully commit to a single career path. Trust me. I'm 38, and remember the painful existential angst of being 20, having just finished an Arts degree, with no clear career path mapped out in front of me. So, I understand your pain.
I bounced around a bit, travelled heaps and followed my interests. Along the way, I built up experience, and worked out what I enjoyed doing. Now, as a fully-fledged adult, with a wonderful family, I've had three incredibly fulfilling careers, all of which have led me to where I am now. I am doing what I adore doing, getting paid extremely well, and I'm in a position where I can pretty much pick and choose what I do to accommodate my family life. And, I can procrastinate on Gawker whenever I choose!
Most of my peers and friends who followed the conventional 'career' path route (law/engineering/medicine/accounting etc), who are now in their late 30s/early 40s are smack-bang in the middle of hideous mid-life crises. They hate my guts (nicely!) because they think I've got it easy, and I'm so happy. They always ascribe it to 'luck'. But, in reality, it was because I took a risk way back when. It's much better to have a mid-life crisis at your age, when you have many years to sort things out and make up your mind about where you want to go.
So - word of advice from an ancient fellow traveller - enjoy your freedom, and look around. Make the most of your youth and have fun. Along the way you'll find something extraordinary. And, in the meantime, you're not committing yourself to anything that you can't get out of if it makes you miserable. The first job you take is not going to be the last. If you get used to adapting to changed circumstances, by my age you'll relish new challenges. Nothing seems impossible anymore. Nay, everything seems possible.
Good luck, and sorry for the over-share.
xDA
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Heyooooo!
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