If nothing else, thisÂ recollectionÂ of some fading traditions of football, Americana and Sunday afternoons manages to neatly incorporate a Ray Charles lyric and the words “Peyton Manning” in the same paragraph. If only I had gotten them to rhyme…
The dissolution of the University of Colorado’s men’s tennis program is really a story about broader, sadder trends in modern collegiate athletics. I enjoyed the chance to localize and humanize this story with some quotes and thoughts from an area high-school coach and the father of a talented tennis player who had some interesting personal insights into the issue. (Also…writing for the Internet is so interesting because you never can know in advance which subjects are hot buttons for readers. In this instance four people took time to comment. Whoulda thunk it?)
Written for Genuine Article Press in 1999, as a new medium for television began to come to life. The 200-page book was underwritten by technology provider nCube as an excellent way to educate potential customers and partners about the emergence of video-on-demand. A great vehicle for establishing thought leadership in an important category.
Looking back today, it’s interesting to see that much of what was contemplated and theorized actually came true. Even more interesting to see that you can still buy a (used) copy on Amazon.
That was actually the name of an ill-fated Fox Television series. I have no idea what it was about. Rampaging elephants? Rabid bulldogs? Kittens hopped up on Benzedrine? Who knows, but it’s one of the little tidbits of history from the start-up of the Fox network, and it’s captured in this tidy little book review I wrote awhile back.
That’s what my mom used to tell us circa 1976 as my brother and I collapsed into a couch and squinted at a TV screen displaying, if memory serves, “Welcome Back, Kotter” or something of its ilk. The difference between now and then, as this column explains: Today you probably won’t even find two siblings in the same room watching television. According to the Kaiser Family Foundation, 68 percent of U.S. kids have their own TV set in their own room. (The other 32 percent are probably doing something horrible like playing outside.) My editorial aside: This is no organic, self-generating development. It’s actually very much in the economic interests of the TV biz to splinter audiences into lotsa little demographic vectors that can be packaged and sold to advertisers. Unfortunately, the price we pay is a generation of isolated little kids. I’m pretty certain Mr. Woodman (he was the principal in “Kotter”) would disapprove.
Anybody who ever tells you that conceiving, editing, organizing and producing a book is enjoyable is a bloody liar. What’s enjoyable is when it’s finally finished and you can fondle the thing whilst sipping Pinot Grigio. Still, this reprise of the original 2001 version of Definitive Broadband had its moments. Working with the masterful writer Leslie Ellis is always a delight; and reviewing final page proofs in the company of Lundwall Communications’ talented designer Tim Ingersoll was made all the more pleasant by the fact that he brews pretty good beer. (Which probably explains that one unfortunate typo. Or was it two?) If you’re a technology geek, or just like cool pictures and well-written explanations of things, you can order yourself a copy.
There are interesting stories tucked away in every nook and cranny of every obscure business. ThisÂ piece I wrote for Multichannel News testifies to that. It also involved a real-live news scoop, proving that sometimes if you nose around a bit you can’t help but find out something nobody else has reported. (In this case the pending sale of a company.)
Years ago a foolhardy crew of publishing folks, including a wonderful mentor, Tom Southwick, decided to start a weekly industry magazine that would compete with an established, dominant rival. We were too young then to know it was almost certain to fail. Which was a good thing, because somehow we actually made it work, sold it for real money, and went on to new adventures. Anyway, one of the reasons we made it was because of entrepreneurs like Peter Szabo, who, operating purely on a hunch, decided to support us with meaningful advertising dollars. Pete was this instinctive fellow with a twinkle in his eye…as if he knew a secret you didn’t. Pete died in 2006, and he’s missed. Here’s a bit about his professional life: this brief profile was, as you might imagine, no fun.
Fun intro on this profile of a mover-and-shaker in organized professional baseball who happens to be a Denver guy.