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Wednesday, August 17, 2021

As blogging continues to be touted by the business world as a viable selling point for job candidates — even spawning quasi-PR professional blogging gigs — it doesn’t appear to be gaining acceptance in all spheres.

Case in point: Academia seems downright spooked by prospective employees who blog:

The content of the blog may be less worrisome than the fact of the blog itself. Several committee members expressed concern that a blogger who joined our staff might air departmental dirty laundry (real or imagined) on the cyber clothesline for the world to see. Past good behavior is no guarantee against future lapses of professional decorum.

I don’t go for the usual anti-white tower mentality that disses university establishment as detached and elitist. But this peek inside the hiring process is distressing: Basically, they don’t want anyone who’s a threat to break rank from a clubby environment. Intellectual freedom exists only within a certain context.

And why the disconnect between the private sector’s increasing acceptance of blogs as a communication tool, and academia’s move toward the opposite end?

I guess there’s no irony observed in the author of this piece using a pseudonym…

(Via Psych Grad Momma)

by Costa Tsiokos, Wed 08/17/2005 10:46pm
Category: Bloggin', Business
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Today during lunch, I got the hankering to pick up a couple of magazines I hadn’t thumbed through in a while: Specifically Esquire, and whatever else I could find on the racks located in downtown St. Petersburg.

Problem: The racks came up woefully short.

I didn’t have too much time to scout around, so I hit two likely spots: The downtown Publix, and the CVS kittycorner to it. I figured between the two, I’d be able to locate just about any mass-market magazine I wanted.

Not so. Both stores had fairly small magazine racks; I doubt they took up more than half a standard store aisle. And the selection was heavily, heavily skewed toward women’s titles. I’d say 75 percent of the racks were taken up by fashion, gossip and bridal pubs; of the remaining quarter, a generous chunk was occupied by hot-off-the-press pro and college football preview issues. After that, and the music mags, there were a couple of men’s magazines to choose from:

- FHM

- Stuff

- Maxim

And that was pretty much it. This, in the heart of one of Florida’s busiest downtowns.

Not to extrapolate too much from this limited sampling, but a couple of things stand out:

- The retail space for publications in traditional venues is shrinking. The stores are making the stocking decisions, and they’re putting high-yield items into that valuable store space. How soon before rack real estate in pharmacies, convenience stores and discounters dwindles to nothing, and bookstores will be the only place you can find magazines? (One would hope, given the music/book split that’s so common in megabooksellers like Borders.)

- Men’s magazines are really losing their variety. The lad mags are hot, so they’re the ones that get the display. That means old standards like Esquire and GQ get pushed out.

- Subscriptions, always the lifeblood of periodicals, become even more important in the face of less store visibility. I don’t have anything against subscribing; but there’s something about having the option of casually picking up a random issue, versus getting it through the mailbox, that I find refreshing. I’d hate to lose that experience.

by Costa Tsiokos, Wed 08/17/2005 10:21pm
Category: Publishing
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So often, timing is everything in media.

Here’s the headline that graced the cover of this week’s tbt*, released today:

SOUTH BEACH: Party like P. Diddy with our insider’s guide

Nice. Except: He’s no longer “P. Diddy”, having dropped the “P.” and going simply with “Diddy”.

He certainly gives a cogent reason for the streamlining:

“I felt the ‘p’ was coming between me and my fans.” He further explained the problem in an article for the New York Post. “I went to a concert in Madison Square Garden last year and the crowd started to chant my name,” he said. “Let’s just say the name P. Diddy didn’t quite flow. I realized immediately I had a problem.”

So for those of you who’ve still be calling Mr. Combs “Puff Daddy”, you’re now officially two steps back. I’m thinking his next step will be to drop the “iddy”, and go with just “D”. Can’t get more basic than that.

As for tbt*… At first look, I felt it was something of a behind-the-curve boner — an especially grievous error for a publication that wants to be “with it”. Someone later pointed out to me that it might not be as bad as all that: In fact, because most people wouldn’t be familiar with the fresh re-Diddying, omitting the familiar “P.” would be perceived as an error. That sorta makes sense… but really, it’s not much of a save. The situation was unavoidable, given press schedules; but I guess it’s not much of a much.

Oh, the referring article? Looks decent. It’s been years since I’ve hit South Beach, so I can’t verify much of it. Crobar is always good; and I got a cool tshirt to remember it by.

by Costa Tsiokos, Wed 08/17/2005 09:40pm
Category: Celebrity, Publishing
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