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My adventure in Bellingham this past Sunday was cold but lovely. Will post a complete post about it a little later on.
And I’ve got another presentation coming up this Saturday, right here in Seattle! It’s at 2 p.m. at the Klondike Gold Rush National Historic Park, 319 2nd Ave. S. in pontificous Pioneer Square. (That’s right across from Zeitgeist Coffee.) This one concerns my ’06 book Vanishing Seattle, and perhaps all the things that have vanished around here since then. Be there or be frostbitten.
Now, to catch up with a little randomness:
kono packi, the capital times (madison wi)
Independents, swing voters, “moderates,” “compasisonate conservatives”—the Republican Party, at the federal and state levels, officially doesn’t give a damn about any of these people.
Or more likely, the Republican Party has given up trying to bring them back into the fold.
The only audiences today’s Republicans have anymore are the people cocooned in the “conservative bubble.”
That is, the people who ONLY listen to and read conservative-ONLY media (Faux News, conservatalk radio, the Drudge Report, Regnery Books, etc.).
People who listen to nothing but the one-sided party-line right wing spin on everything.
Partly because these guys look, talk, and use the buzzwords of a particular “Real Americans” subculture.
These pundits and politicians, and the megabuck lobbyists who wholly own them, have real agendas that often run counter to the self-interests of their audiences, and especially counter to these audiences’ proclaimed moral/social values. (Joking about wishing you could murder all your opponents, then claiming to be “pro-life”? Really?)
I’m working on an essay for the general election season, tentatively titled Talking To Your Conservative Relatives.
One of its lines of reasoning will go as follows:
Don’t believe the hype. To be more specific, don’t believe the demographic and psychographic marketing. (Yes, I’ll explain what those things are. Essentially, they’re the schticks advertisers use when they talk about the “cigarette for women” or the “diet drink for men.”) To be more specific, be EVEN MORE SKEPTICAL of politicians, pundits, etc. who claim they speak on behalf of your own values (including the values of family, hard work, faith, freedom, etc.). The more these guys insist they’re “one of you,” the more you have to sniff out for the putrid scent of a confidence game going on.
Don’t believe the hype.
To be more specific, don’t believe the demographic and psychographic marketing.
(Yes, I’ll explain what those things are. Essentially, they’re the schticks advertisers use when they talk about the “cigarette for women” or the “diet drink for men.”)
To be more specific, be EVEN MORE SKEPTICAL of politicians, pundits, etc. who claim they speak on behalf of your own values (including the values of family, hard work, faith, freedom, etc.).
The more these guys insist they’re “one of you,” the more you have to sniff out for the putrid scent of a confidence game going on.
Without any further ado, the big new product announcement promised here on Tuesday.
Actually, it’s an old product.
But a new way to buy and enjoy it!
It’s The Myrtle of Venus, my short, funny novel of “Sex, Art, and Real Estate.”
It’s now out in ultra handy e-book form, for the insanely low price of merely $2.99.
Yes, that link goes to the “Kindle Store.” But you don’t need a genuine Kindle machine to read it. They’ve got free apps for Macs, PCs, iPads, and lots of mobile platforms.
Why should all of this site’s loyal friends and true download it?
Because it’s alternately sexy, hilarious, and poignant.
Because it takes you back to those heady days of the real estate bubble.
Because it’s a rollicking tale of eleven lively characters who combine, clash, and re-combine.
The action all occurs amid the dying days of an artists’ studio cooperative. The artists’ new landlady, the World’s Blandest Woman, wants them out. But the artists have a plan. They’ll seduce her into becoming one of them.
But their best laid plans don’t get her laid the way they plan.
What happens next is as wild as it is unpredictable.
To find out, you’ll just have to get the thing and read it already.
MISCmedia isn’t “blacking out” as part of the nationwide protest against the draconian and impractical Internet censorship bills in Congress.
But you can simply not read us on Wednesday if you like.
(Goodness knows, most of the online world doesn’t read us on any particular day.)
The site, including out forthcoming special product announcement, will still be here when you come back.
myonepreciouslife.wordpress.com
As an entire region continues to impatiently await the promised, wondrous Snowtopia hinted at on Sunday but only teased about in the two days since, here’s some beautiful flakes of randomness for ya.
And finally, I will have a new product announcement in this space tomorrow. It’s something all loyal MISCphiles will want to have for their very own.
classickidstv.co.uk
ap photo via seattlepi.com
Mark your calendars.
I’ve got another live book event on Thursday, Oct. 13, 7:30 p.m., at The Couth Buzzard Books and Espresso Buono Cafe, 8310 Greenwood Ave. N.
And there will be another new book by me debuting at this event.
More details shortly.
Some 50 people attended our fantabulous Walking Seattle event Saturday at the Elliott Bay Book Company.
At least half of those followed along as we took a short stroll through upper Pike/Pine during a lovely equinox early evening.
Thank you all.
nordstrom photo, via shine.yahoo.com
from thelmagazine.com
There’s bad news today for the book snobs out there.
(You know, the droning turned-up-nose guys who love to whine that Nobody Reads Anymore, except of course for themselves and their own pure little subculture.)
Turns out, according to a study co-sponsored by two industry groups, book sales are actually up over the past three years!
Yes, even during this current economic blah-blah-blah!
Ebook sales have particularly exploded.
But regular dead-tree volumes are also up; except for mass market paperbacks (perhaps the most vulnerable category to the ebook revolution).
Adult fiction sales rose 8.8 percent from early ’08 to late ’10. Also doing well, according to the NYT story about the study: “Juvenile books, which include the current young-adult craze for paranormal and dystopian fiction….” (Good news for people who love bad news, to quote a Modest Mouse CD.)
Oh, as for that other commercial communications medium? You know, the medium that the book snobs call their sworn enemy?
The AP headline says it all: “Pay TV industry loses record number of subscribers.”
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Has the above inspired you to get with the program, hop on the bandwagon, follow the fad, and start buying some more books for your very own?
I have a great little starter number, just for you.
Some outfit calling itself the Pedestrian and Bicycle Information Center has just declared Seattle to be America’s “Most Walkable City.” Yes, even with all the hills.
The things I do now don’t earn me a living income. But they’re the only things some of you know me for. I’m trying to find other (perhaps extremely “other”) things to do with my skills. Things that aren’t simply more of the same, because the same ain’t working for me.
This search for a new and/or improved career will be the topic of my newest category of web posts, Monetize Me!
Further details will show up over the next few days.
I’ve been one poor correspondent, again.
But I had a reason.
I was busy finishing my next book, Walking Seattle.
As of this morning, it’s off to the publisher.
(The last thing I did for it was to snap a pic of the restored Hat n’ Boots in Georgetown.)
I promise to be more present at this site in upcoming days.
(I know, I’ve made such promises before. This time I mean it for sure.)