Friday, December 02, 2005

an ill-defined muddle

I continue to love Slate for always telling it like it is.

Hmm, I really need a new job, like yesterday. Anyone know someone at Slate?

1 comment:

Graeme S. Marshall said...

Once, while working for Geek to Greek (God!) magazine, a quarterly weightlifting and fitness publication (which like most periodicals in that genre had, almost exclusively, a prison readership) I met a guy who claimed to work as an editor for Slate.

I told him that English employs 22 consonants and 12 vowel sounds, which I (being the gifted writer that I am) put into a blender and concoct into a literary puree that readers can slurp through their teeth like an invalid and he was decidedly less than impressed.

I have since sworn off Slate.