Jessica Coen

Why, hello, old friend!

It’s come to this:

We’ll also be meeting with Joe Dolce, former editor-in-chief of Star, current social media consultant, who will propose a social media experiment for the China Grill restaurants.

Social media consultant — pretty sure that’s unemployment-speak for “Chodorow’s Twintern.”

spiers:

jessicacoen:

Virginia Heffernan’s book is the book we all want to write, but can’t. No pleasures, indeed! I’m a little sad, honestly. Going to spend the rest of the day staring at my hands and this filthy keyboard. White keyboards, what the fuck.

I think Virginia’s book will be good, but I can pretty definitively say that there is no part of me, not a single molecule, that wants to write a book about the Internet.

I shouldn’t have said “we all,” as I was really speaking for myself and, say, two or three other nerds. This is really about me, and my issues. Like a real blog!

(And, Elizabeth, I’d argue that you might be interested if it were for the right amount, and if it were taking some kind of interesting socio-literary or heady-smart-person-economics approach to the whole beast. But I don’t know what I mean, exactly, because I haven’t had a fully fleshed-out thought in ages. Which brings us back to the main problem.)

Why Gawker Is So Wrong About Virginia Heffernan's Book Proposal

lindsayrobertson:

It’s actually amazing that someone out there who actually understands the internet is thinking about it all the time. And not the way we think about it, as bloggers (people to whom the internet affords no pleasures anymore) but as a thoughtful writer who only has to write one column per week and thus can go down the kind of rabbit holes most bloggers, with ten deadlines per day or whatever, can only dream of. When was the last time anyone *who is actually a good writer*, *who actually knows the internet*, had the time to examine it with any kind of thoughtfulness? Like, never! Literally never! They’re all too busy blogging! To read the Medium each week is to live vicariously through someone who actually has the time to ruminate and luxuriate in the medium in which most writers, for the most part, either resentfully toil or don’t understand.

Virginia Heffernan’s book is the book we all want to write, but can’t. No pleasures, indeed! I’m a little sad, honestly. Going to spend the rest of the day staring at my hands and this filthy keyboard. White keyboards, what the fuck.

John Mayer Threatens to Sodomize New York Mag.

Is there hope behind the heartbreak [themes on the new album]?
The melody is the hope. The lyrics are the heartbreak, the melody is the hope. If you have the lyrics being the heartbreak and the music as the heartbreak, your editor made you ask stupid fucking questions! You’re standing in front of me acting as if these questions are fair, but now we’re talking about something real. So there was stuff I wanted to put on the record that just didn’t fit the concept. So the next record will have that concept

What concept?
More political things, worldly things.

Such as?
Nothing rhymed with public option.

You don’t always have to rhyme, though.
I’m going to forcefully sodomize your editor.