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The law, in its majestic equality, forbids the rich as well as the poor to sleep under bridges.
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Ex P-I sportswriters Art Thiel and Steve Rudman started SportsPress Northwest a little over a year ago. It boasted a professional, fully staffed sports reporting team.
Since then, the realities of ad-dependent content sites have dug in.
From an initial slate of nine writers, the site now lists only Thiel, Rudman, and local sports historian Dave Eskenazi.
Game summaries are taken from KING-TV, in a reciprocal linking arrangement.
It’s not Thiel and Rudman’s fault; SportsPress’s content was top-quality from the start.
It’s the web-content business model (not so much “broken” as never properly “built” in the first place).
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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.
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A few days late but always a welcome sight, it’s the yummy return of the annual MISCmedia In/Out List.
As always, this listing denotes what will become hot or not-so-hot during the next year, not necessarily what’s hot or not-so-hot now. If you believe everything big now will just keep getting bigger, I can score you a cheap subscription to News of the World.
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Could Seattle actually get a National Hockey League team before it gets another NBA basketball team?
That’s what CBC Hockey Night in Canada commentator Elliotte Friedman seems to believe.
Friedman notes that the NHL wants to stop collectively owning the fiscally imperiled Phoenix Coyotes.
Friedman also says one of the top Coyote contenders is a Chicago minor-league hockey owner, who’s helping assemble land for a new arena in Seattle’s Sodo area, just south of Safeco Field.
Seattle’s hopes are supported by a move in the Legislature to somehow finagle state support for a new arena during this upcoming session.
What Seattle’s got in its favor:
What Seattle’s not got in its favor:
Despite these reservations, Friedman suggests it might be in the league’s financial best interest to place the Coyotes in Seattle, ready or not, and then award an expansion team to Quebec.
So, where would any Seattle Ex-Coyotes play, until a new specially built arena is ready (at least two seasons)?
My own favored option would be to simply expand KeyArena to the south; even though that would displace its current main tenants (the WNBA Seattle Storm and Seattle U. men’s basketball) for one season apiece.
But if an all new building is deemed really necessary, it should be (1) in Seattle proper (like the current Sodo arena scheme is) and (2) built with as little state or municipal subsidy as possible.
As a postscript, here’s a circa mid-2000s essay from the fan site SeattleHockey.net, detailing past attempts to bring the NHL here.
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Now for your dose of randomosity:
My full time (with overtime some weeks) contract position with Amazon.com is now ended. A gig that was originally set to have lasted 7.5 weeks instead got stretched to 13, so I’m more than grateful.
I was not stationed at the massive new Amazon campus at south Lake Union. Rather, I was in the company’s highly obscure back office in back of the Rainier Valley Lowe’s.
(For local old timers or baseball nerds, my desk was where the left field bleachers had been at the old Sick’s Seattle Stadium, home of the old Rainiers and Pilots.)
I was in an office area previously occupied by Amazon’s accounts payable department, for which we occasionally got phone calls, to which we had no forwarding info.
The building also houses:
I got to eat lunch at the fine fast-food outlets of the Rainier Valley; as well as two local indie treasures, The Original Philly’s and Remo Borracchini’s bakery-deli.
I worked as part of a team that varied between 12 and 32 people; at least two-thirds female. Some were otherwise stay-home moms. Some were recent college grads. Some were middle-age cranks like myself. All were damn smart and able to think their way through sometimes obtuse situations.
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What we did all this time is a bit harder to explain.
On the Wednesday of our first week at the task, Amazon announced a line of new Kindle e-book machines.
At the same time, it announced a new, exclusive feature in its e-book files, “Xray.”
Reviewers have called Xray “an index on steroids.” It’s a hyperlinked list of a book’s references to people (real and fictional), places, ideas, topics, etc. It gives Amazon something other sellers of the same e-book titles don’t have.
The company’s crack coders created a software algorithm to generate the Xray files. But it had trouble parsing the infinite possibilities of what is and isn’t a person’s name (it regularly believed “Jesus H. Christ” and “Jack Daniel’s” to be characters in a story), and what is and isn’t a relevant phrase (publishers’ addresses don’t really belong in an index).
So every Xray file needed human tweaking.
That’s what we did, on the “Xray Quality Assurance Team.”
We used specially-programmed data tools to delete and add names and phrases in the Xray files. (To explain the process any further would risk violating my non-disclosure agreement.)
Our goal was to have 6,500 titles ready by the time the new Kindle models came out or shortly thereafter. By this past midweek, we’d exceeded 8,000. I worked, in whole or in part, on almost 1,500 of those.
Since “books” are a widely diverse lot, each Xray editing job was different.
Some titles (self-help guides or tech instructionals) contained lots of phrases but few to no names. Others (short stories sold as stand-alone products) had names but no significant phrases.
Some had compact casts of characters and limited place names. Others, such as epic historical tomes, contained literal “casts of thousands.”
The absolute toughest e-books to figure out were the umpteen-volume fantasy sagas, such as The Wheel of Time and the Game of Thrones sequels. They’ve got hundreds of made-up people names, plus hundreds of equally made-up names for places, tribes, deities, swords, etc.
But no matter how tricky any particular job was, our goal was accuracy above speed.
We picked the titles to work on from a database of Amazon’s most popular e-books, both “paid” and “free.” The latter include sample chapters of forthcoming books as well as public-domain classics. (I helped edit the Xray for The Idiot, and sure felt like one afterwards.)
I’ve long ranted in this space and elsewhere that, despite four decades’ worth of pseudo-intellectual hype about “The Death of The Book,” the written word remains a vital medium, commercially as well as in other aspects.
My thirteen weeks with Xray helped to confirm this belief.
The job also gave me an insight into what’s selling in the e-book sphere.
You’ve got all your regular NY Times and USA Today bestsellers, present and past.
You’ve got your expected genre items:
And there’s one genre that I, and the rest of the Xray Quality team, were surprised to find so prevalent among the top selling e-books.
Sometimes, it’s euphemistically billed as “erotic romance.”
What is is, is women’s smut.
You might already know that your regular formula romance novels, the Harlequins and the Silhouettes and such, include explicit sex scenes these days. (Only “Christian” romances don’t.)
But lately—and specifically in the e-book realm, where no one else can see what you’re reading—stories primarily or totally about sex, written for and by women (or at least under women’s pseudonyms), have become a major cottage industry.
I’d say they made up a good 5 percent of the database of Kindle bestsellers, at least.
They range in length from full size novels to short-short stories.
Some are self-published. Others come under the logos of established romance imprints, or their subsidiary lines. Still others are issued by professional, e-book-only companies. The latter have authors’ guidelines as strictly detailed as those of print romance publishers.
And formulaic they are.
For one thing, the traditional romance happy ending is a must. No matter how wild the sexual adventures, the heroines have to end up in committed relationships by the end.
The prose styling is also strictly regulated. No Anias Nin poetic flourishes; just simple declarative sentences and an established vocabulary of descriptions. Breasts are never fondled or groped but always “cupped.”
The plots are equally formulaic.
Several of them star mousy, modern-day women who travel back in time and into the arms of shirtless Scottish Highlanders.
In other formula plots, the male lust objects are equally studly—young corporate tycoons, Navy SEALs, cowboys, police detectives, firefighters, zombie hunters.
Or they’re vampires. Or shape-shifters of assorted types. There are werewolves, were-leopards, were-foxes, were-rats, and were-ravens.
And, quite often, the heroine has simultaneous sex with two, three, or four men. Sometimes these men are brothers. Other times they have sex with one another as well as with the heroine. But they always end up in permanent polyandrous households.
The self-published smut stories often have more traditionally “smutty” formulae. Amazon won’t deal in sex stories involving underage characters or blood relatives (except for the aforementioned groups of brothers sharing the same woman). But there are plenty of just-over-18 tarts seducing stepdads and stepbrothers.
E-books don’t really have covers, only promotional images on their respective Web pages. For many low-budget e-book-only smut titles, these images are amateurishly Photoshopped from licensed stock photos, or from unlicensed “found” online pictures. The effect is, of course, extra cheesy goodness!
An anonymous member of our team (not me, I swear) collected some of these images, along with blurbs and excerpts from the cheesiest of these smut stories, and put them on a blog called Wet & Wilde.
This, my friends, is what massive technological investments by companies here and overseas have led up to.
And even if most of it doesn’t arouse me, I’m glad it’s out there.