Pete Carril as the Kings battle Denver
Tyreke Evans just before the game-winner
“What do you stand for?”
Here’s the hurdle: I’m so locked into the weekly-print-paper way of doing my job that I can’t get into the habit of blogging.
Hell, I can’t even figure out what I want to blog about. Perhaps this is a byproduct of “so much to do” at work or being “just too busy,” but I doubt it. This is serious stuff. This is the future of journalism, man.
Anyway, I’ve enjoyed some other bloggers’ posts this past week—the afore-linked diatribe included.
Heckasac’s invasion-of-privacy (or not) of a Northern California getaway’s guest book was a great read and I’m glad she took the time to get those photos and commentary up on her page.
Jackson Griffith’s recap of Russ Solomon’s appearance at Time-Tested Books was exhaustively thorough. I like how he reminded me about the value of the record store, even though I wrote otherwise in this week’s issue. Griffith wrote:
I wrote this week as to how my personal listening habits have integrated rather seamlessly into the digital realm, and perhaps I was a bit too harsh, in retrospect, by dismissing Solomon’s claim that we’ve lost “a cultural thing” with the disappearance of record stores.
On the flip side, today I’ve downloaded Beach House’s Teen Dream and Tera Melos’Idioms Vol. 1 without even getting off my ass. And if that ain’t American, then call me a Peyton Manning hater. (Go Jets.)
So, this brings me to what I have been up to: Coachie!
Above all, Pete Carril is a motivator. He had me going after our first meeting, at Bistro 33, a place I normally don’t eat at but nonetheless thought would be a good spot for coach. And it was. He’s a regular. Anyway, we ended the chat and he started quizzing me—school, what the hell is SN&R (ha!), etc—then he’s like, “Nick, you have to be able to answer the question, ‘What do you stand for?’”
Coming from a legend like Carril, that’s inspiring. I’ll keep asking myself that question as the year passes.
(Photos by Noel Neuburger)
