Wednesday, June 16, 2004
(6:08 AM) | Adam R:
I, Me (Hosanna!)
Adam Kotsko is a genius. Years ago he started his publishing empire with "The Homepage," one of the most satisfying nooks on the internet. Not happy with his success there--perhaps not yet considering himself a magnate--he has apparently decided to become the Lewis Lapham of the blogosphere. What a project! In fact, with the writers he's signing on, His Weblog might soon rival Harper's in volume (but probably not boring letters from the middle east).And now I, me, little old Adam Robinson from The Pickle, shall take up my keyboard and write. Finally, I get to follow a Robb Schuneman post! I find myself wondering what "beat" my new boss, Mr. Kotsko, esq., will assign me. I'm confident that all the roles haven't been filled; consider my CV:
So those are my credentials. Hopefully I can be the first person to get fired from His Weblog, but it won't be for poor spelling or capitalization. If there's one thing I cherish, it's an independent clause. If there's one thing I hate, it's when my dog bites faces.I'm tired of my own literary expertise, which is in Samuel Beckett and Kierkegaard. Despite how boring I think the topic is, however, I'm sure you will find it highly stimulating. Nothing is funnier than someone else's pain. I'm a Radiohead hater from way back when. Very few staffers here can claim that distinction. Also, I will never eulogize whats-his-shit, Billy Corgan. I've hobnobbed with Daniel Johnston. Very few readers will care and that gives me the Chord Organ Blues. But I won't let the Sun Go Down on My Grievance. Shit if my dog didn't get up in some li'l bit's grill and now she's gotta be quarantined for 10 days. My dog, I mean. Fuckin' hell, that makes me a Camus wiz, too, and Artaud. Rumor has it my boss, Mr. Kotsko, esq., is looking for a movie critic. Well, I can tell you one thing for sure: The Stepford Wives is an abomination.
So please remember, if you wanna be my dog, don't bite faces. And I'm very pleased to be here.
Thank you.
