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Wednesday, March 18, 2021

Why did this cryptic window-placement at the corner of 10th Street and 4th Avenue — cameraphoned and embiggerized on Flickr — catch my eye?

Because I actually recognized “Pokipse” as being a phonetic re-rendering of Poughkeepsie, New York, an upstate town that just happens to be up the road a ways from my hometown. The “Train To” part was a big tip-off too, as that’s generally the easiest way to make it up to Dutchess County.

As for this novel by Rami Shamir, I see no online evidence that “Train To Pokipse” has actually been published, self- or otherwise. Judging from this decidedly pompous description from the author, I can’t say I’m surprised that no publisher is willing to spill any ink for this year-old manuscript:

TRAIN TO POKIPSE, my debut novel, was started when I was twenty-five years old. Written to the glow of a lamp once belonging to William S. Burroughs, in an Uptown apartment which Mr. Burroughs, Truman Capote, and Andy Warhol frequented regularly, I finished it one year later.

TRAIN TO POKIPSE is the story of my American generation. Born in the eighties to come of age in the 00’s, this generation, not a fabrication of it, is one neglected by literature and culture in general.

TRAIN TO POKIPSE exposes the deepest and most intense ramifications of having been raised in an environment where American values shifted dramatically into the corporate realm. Flatlined, coked up, famished in a land of plenty, the generation is hindered by many walls but we are poised, when our time comes, to be a great and beneficial influence on the world.

Everyone has named us, Generation Next, Millenium Generation, etc., but no one has risen from our ranks to tell at least part of our true story- until now.

The greatest warning POKIPSE gives is- America, beware; what happens to us, will happen to you, because we are your future- every way you’ll go, winter, summer, fall, and spring.

I guess the ability to make a promotional blurb come off as supremely whiny constitutes talent. I think I’d pass on this tour de force even if it was in print, William S. Burroughs illumination-by-association notwithstanding.

by Costa Tsiokos, Wed 03/18/2009 11:48:48 PM
Category: Creative, New Yorkin', Photography
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The ongoing bonus-payment outrage with AIG seems to be having a trickle-down effect: Watson Wyatt finds that half of U.S. companies are reducing their executive bonus pools and freezing exec pay.

I’m sure the corner-office talent will simply emigrate toward bigger payday opportunities in China and India. That’ll show us!

by Costa Tsiokos, Wed 03/18/2009 12:59:05 PM
Category: Business
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Not to get overly carried away with Martin Brodeur’s NHL-record 552nd goaltending win last night, but during the game broadcast, a newspaper headline flashed onscreen, and I liked it:


I know only enough French to get my face slapped, but I could translate this phrase easily enough: THE NEW KING.

But that’s only the surface meaning. The double-entendre, in good sports-journalist tradition, had to do with who’s career-wins total Brodeur bettered: Patrick Roy’s. So the compact pun: Brodeur is not only the new record-book king, but also, in a sense, the new Roy. Only works in French, and that language-specificity makes it that much cooler.

Wish I could confirm which Quebecois newspaper that was. The only online trace I could find was this re-use by Fanatique.ca; it’ll have to do.

Bonus blog-reader points to anyone who can translate my all-Gallic title for this post ;)

by Costa Tsiokos, Wed 03/18/2009 11:31:56 AM
Category: Hockey, Wordsmithing
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This age of blogging, Twittering, Flickring et al is turning Marshall McLuhan’s medium-as-message concept on its head. At least that’s how it looks from ground zero at South by Southwest:

In this alternative electronic universe there is a sense of the possible, but the brutal math remains. During the keynote session on Tuesday, Chris Anderson, the editor of Wired, spoke about finding a sustainable business model in a world that seems free of user revenues, a model that might involve the few paying for specific things, while the many ride free. The declining audience for mainstream media has all sorts of antecedents. But it was obvious after a few days here that the people formerly known as the audience were too busy making content to consume much of it, unless it came from their friends. The medium is not the message; the messages are the media.

It’s that “unless it came from their friends” part that I have the biggest problem with, even taking into account the more nebulous definition of “friends” in an online context. User-generated content defining the channel that it occupies is an organic development, preceded by everything before it, including basic speech. Decentralizing it, as social media usage encourages, tends to spread the message too thin — it widens the scope but diffuses the impact. If a tweet or photo is intended for everyone to see/share, then it’s also aimed at no one in particular; and in that sense, loses some value.

by Costa Tsiokos, Wed 03/18/2009 11:05:45 AM
Category: Internet, Media, Society, Wordsmithing
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It’s a little late in the game to come to this realization, but:

Ponzi schemin’ swindler Bernie Madoff’s last name? Not only should his clients/victims have been tipped off about how he’d “made off” with their money, but that pronunciation makes him yet another candidate for the Brown University name-vocation pairings list, ala the attorney named Lawyer and the oceanographer named Fish. Just sayin’.

by Costa Tsiokos, Wed 03/18/2009 10:43:01 AM
Category: Business, Celebrity, True Crime, Wordsmithing
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