Piece on Garry Trudeau, the guy behind Doonesbury. I’m not entirely sure why I clicked onto it, or why I started reading it, or why I kept reading it; but it did a good job of pulling me in.
It turns out he’s not afraid of publicity so much as he’s horrified at being perceived as the kind of person who wants publicity.
I can empathize with that. I’ve never been one to attract attention to myself. But one of the things I wonder all the time is whether I’m just fake timid1. I mean I have a fricking public journal up on the internet for anyone to read2. I go out and play soccer on a field in front of fans, and although I hate to death the thought that people are watching me, I do sort of like it.
So do I maybe try not to attract attention just because I’ve never been paid tremendous amounts of attention? Or do I tend to deflect whatever attention I do get, thereby discouraging it from coming? The chicken or the egg.
There’s a difference between reputation and image, Trudeau explains. “These get confused in people’s minds,” he says, but one involves character, the other public relations.
“I just refused to get entangled by issues of image maintenance that fame implied. I made a deliberate retreat from a publicly visible life.”
It’s the stem cells. I hear their cries.
1 Here meaning that I don’t want too much publicity/attention focused upon me.
2 People can read it if they wish, but I haven’t ever told anyone about my site, it’s linked from a few other places. But I don’t at the moment have a link to it on facebook, where of my friends would likely find it.
If you google for me it comes up, and if you see my station11.net email address (I mostly use my umn.edu addy for stuff relating to school) you might be inclined to see what site that is. But otherwise, the only reason someone would come here is because google led them, and there’s ostensible something I’ve put down in which they have interest.
Get it?
au revoir zizou
I’m sorry, but this is the funniest thing I’ve seen on the internet for a while now.
Enough said.
Evian is na
Here’s a cute joke.
AAAH! AAAH!
Garrison Keillor brought his show to my school tonight. I’d been once before, a few years back friends of my family were performing on the show and we got tickets. My family came up to see it. Good times were had by all. Great show.
I’ll sure miss Arrested Development. Best TV show ever.
I remember that I caught onto the first episode of the first season mostly by chance, but I’ve been more then hooked ever since.
I watched episodes 10, 11, and 12, and it sounds like there’s an episode 13 out there – but the copy I downloaded was identical to 12.
And please dear god, I hope Ron Howard was hinting at an AD movie at the end of episode 12. Maeby was discussing the TV series that her family had just signed the rights away to, with Ron Howard, and Howard said it wouldn’t make much of a TV show, but that he wanted to see it as a movie.
Greatness. Remember that awesome Mr. Roboto VW commercial from way back? It was Buster.
Sadly, it looks like this friday will mark the end of Arrested Development. I see 4 episodes set to air though, so they’ll be going out with a bang.
Because sometimes, you have to cover an absent colleague’s desk with bread.
And hilarity ensued.
Then it occurred to me that I was standing there pissing on Nancy Reagan’s life work, and that made me feel better about it.
Saturday afternoon in Utrecht is good. I’m coming in to Amsterdam at around 7pm on the Friday, whereupon I plan to:
- grow a mullet
- consume several pounds of weak greasy hash
- have an openface sandwich with extra mayonnaise
- flirt with becoming a trotskyite
- start an online bank
then take the train to Utrecht in the morning.
What young children learned from watching movies.
No matter how clean they seem grandpa
For Bessie (the cow),
It was the first of many near-death experiences.
This has gone way too far: it’s playing on the radio right now. (1/7, 7:26pm). And again. Now it’s three times too far.
They make me laugh…
Why I never bought an RC Helicopter.
Corporate speak at it’s best, from Ben Mathis-Lilley.
New York comedian loses bet and is forced to walk around the city blasting the ten ‘worst songs ever’ on a honking boombox.
Even the 12 year old girls gave him mean looks.
at McSweeney’s.
Carnivorous Russian Squirrels:
A pine cone shortage may have led the squirrels to seek other food sources, although scientists are sceptical.
A man once asked Chuck Norris if his real name is “Charles”. Chuck Norris did not respond, he simply stared at him until he exploded.
(Three months later: CHUCK NORRIS HAS LOST ALL HIS FUNNY)
Blog about how to boost your blog traffic.
Thank you qwantz.
I love text*.
This is not a joke. I hate Depeche Mode, i love boobs.
TERRORISTS SEIZE B.E.I TEA.
KING GEORGE: “THEY HATE AMERICA. Fox News, 1773
On a lighter note…
Man dies, invited mourners to
please send acerbic letters to Republicans.
In lieu of flowers!
You mean like: “What is the essence of a good blog?” becoming: “Let’s design a smurf erotica site!”?
Yum.