more reasons for self publishing…

i wouldn’t sneeze at the offer of a $50k advance…but that would be a mighty large pay cut…even for me…

Conveying news of latest rejection, agent mentions we’ll be lucky to get $50,000; explains, “Publishers aren’t overpaying anymore. They know they’ll just break even if they pay $50,000 and sell 20,000 copies in hardcover, which few books ever do.”

I realize if I’m “overpaid” I’ll earn $50,000 minus $7,500 agent commission. That’s $42,500 for three years’ work.

either way, this is a pretty devastating look at how authors get treated by the publishing business…and just another piece of evidence as to why i think self-publishing is a better option…

back from the dead…with today's cool shit…

(via zefrank)

this station is playing 24 hours of Mingus to celebrate his birthday…

(via ucb)

some hot Donna Summer action fo yo asses…

~Disco~ Donna Summer – I Feel Love from ourvinylcollection on Vimeo.

(also via ucb)

most exciting of all is this post on Deep Media

Is a nonlinear book still a book? Yes, sort of. But in both a literal and a figurative sense, the book will come unbound. As the strict linearity of printed text gives way to the associative engine of hypertext, books seem destined to become not so much grand constructs as an agglomeration of chapters. Just as you can buy individual songs on iTunes for 99 cents apiece, Johnson projects, you’ll be able to buy individual chapters or short stories.

this is just one of the kinds of things i’m working on…

we’ll catch up on the photos starting tomorrow…

back from the dead…with today’s cool shit…

(via zefrank)

this station is playing 24 hours of Mingus to celebrate his birthday…

(via ucb)

some hot Donna Summer action fo yo asses…

~Disco~ Donna Summer – I Feel Love from ourvinylcollection on Vimeo.

(also via ucb)

most exciting of all is this post on Deep Media

Is a nonlinear book still a book? Yes, sort of. But in both a literal and a figurative sense, the book will come unbound. As the strict linearity of printed text gives way to the associative engine of hypertext, books seem destined to become not so much grand constructs as an agglomeration of chapters. Just as you can buy individual songs on iTunes for 99 cents apiece, Johnson projects, you’ll be able to buy individual chapters or short stories.

this is just one of the kinds of things i’m working on…

we’ll catch up on the photos starting tomorrow…

today's cool shit…

i’m all over the place today…first there’s this…

“Let us pause in life’s pleasures and count its many tears,
While we all sup sorrow with the poor;
There’s a song that will linger forever in our ears;
Oh Hard times come again no more.
Chorus:

Tis the song, the sigh of the weary,
Hard Times, hard times, come again no more
Many days you have lingered around my cabin door;
Oh hard times come again no more.

While we seek mirth and beauty and music light and gay,
There are frail forms fainting at the door;
Though their voices are silent, their pleading looks will say
Oh hard times come again no more.
(Chorus)

There’s a pale drooping maiden who toils her life away,
With a worn heart whose better days are o’er:
Though her voice would be merry, ’tis sighing all the day,
Oh hard times come again no more.
(Chorus)

Tis a sigh that is wafted across the troubled wave,
Tis a wail that is heard upon the shore
Tis a dirge that is murmured around the lowly grave
Oh hard times come again no more.
(Chorus) “

Stephen Foster‘s Hard Times Come Again No More…kinda fits my mood today…

then there’s this…just plain fun…

then, a story about how Trent Reznor of Nine Inch Nails is creating new ways to connect with his fans…and possibly reinventing the business of music…lead me to this…

Deep Media is a blog about the evolution of narrative in the Internet age

and i can’t possibly explain why this Op-Ed geeks me out…it just does…

TODAY is an important date in the history of the Internet: the 40th anniversary of what is known as the Request for Comments. Outside the technical community, not many people know about the R.F.C.’s, but these humble documents shape the Internet’s inner workings and have played a significant role in its success.

somehow, it all seems connected…

enough…time to get out and enjoy some fresh air…

today’s cool shit…

i’m all over the place today…first there’s this…

“Let us pause in life’s pleasures and count its many tears,
While we all sup sorrow with the poor;
There’s a song that will linger forever in our ears;
Oh Hard times come again no more.
Chorus:

Tis the song, the sigh of the weary,
Hard Times, hard times, come again no more
Many days you have lingered around my cabin door;
Oh hard times come again no more.

While we seek mirth and beauty and music light and gay,
There are frail forms fainting at the door;
Though their voices are silent, their pleading looks will say
Oh hard times come again no more.
(Chorus)

There’s a pale drooping maiden who toils her life away,
With a worn heart whose better days are o’er:
Though her voice would be merry, ’tis sighing all the day,
Oh hard times come again no more.
(Chorus)

Tis a sigh that is wafted across the troubled wave,
Tis a wail that is heard upon the shore
Tis a dirge that is murmured around the lowly grave
Oh hard times come again no more.
(Chorus) “

Stephen Foster‘s Hard Times Come Again No More…kinda fits my mood today…

then there’s this…just plain fun…

then, a story about how Trent Reznor of Nine Inch Nails is creating new ways to connect with his fans…and possibly reinventing the business of music…lead me to this…

Deep Media is a blog about the evolution of narrative in the Internet age

and i can’t possibly explain why this Op-Ed geeks me out…it just does…

TODAY is an important date in the history of the Internet: the 40th anniversary of what is known as the Request for Comments. Outside the technical community, not many people know about the R.F.C.’s, but these humble documents shape the Internet’s inner workings and have played a significant role in its success.

somehow, it all seems connected…

enough…time to get out and enjoy some fresh air…