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Can the same moon be simultaneously waxing and waning? If you're The Wall Street Journal, the answer to this journalistic koan is "Twice yes." Last Thursday, the Journal's online edition treated Purple Moon - the games-for-girls software start-up funded by professional sugar daddy Paul Allen and run by tireless keynote speaker Brenda Laurel - to a 1,100-word puff piece by Cassell Bryan-Low. Bryan-Low's story marveled at the company's success in luring preteen Delia-boppers to the Web and featured the punchy lead "Girl power is going online." Sadly, a few hours later, Purple Moon announced it was going rather offline: It had laid off its entire staff and shut down. When that new development was written up by WSJ Interactive's Dean Takahashi, readers were briefly treated to the spectacle of seeing factual and fictional versions of the same story running concurrently - joined by a helpful link. But in a strange Hitchcockian twist, when we summoned authorities to the scene, all evidence of the crime had disappeared; the Takahashi story was running alone and the Bryan-Low feature had vanished. No link, no archive entry, nothing. Then, the bizarre epilog: The Bryan-Low story fleetingly reappeared on Monday, again linked to a story (this one new, with more details) of Purple Moon's demise. Interactive Edition Managing Editor Rich Jaroslovsky assures us that Bryan-Low's misguided missive is now buried for good, even though it presumably passed editorial muster mere hours before Purple Moon went belly
ring up have been killed in response to the subsequent bad news? After all, we don't expect our microfiche librarians to replace all those old "Castro on Verge of Being Toppled" headlines from the '60s with "Saddam Barely Clinging to Power" headlines from the '90s. More to the point, this is a matter of customer service. We pay Dow Jones good money for our online subscription, and think we're entitled to some comic relief.
For all its supposed pinchbeck uselessness, the term Generation X has always seemed to us a pretty handy designation. But as the term, like the target market, heads toward irrelevance, it's heartening to see one last effort to kick start the revolution from within. Dismayed by the meretricious labeling of yesterday's young people, Marlow Peerse Weaver, who publishes
creative writing imprint, has put out a worldwide demographic dragnet for poets born between 1961 and 1982. The resulting anthology, Generation X Poetry: In Our Own Voices, will feature the kind of spontaneous
verse search can produce. We spoke with Marlow from his home in Raleigh, North Carolina.
1962 as members of Generation X, your book must feature some poets whose days are in the yellow leaf. Do any of the poems address the graying of Generation X? I don't know that we
What's wrong with "Generation
Well, I wouldn't want to
What about Malcolm X?
Yeah, I thought Malcolm X
At the other end of
I call that age group
Who's your target readership?
I think if enough people
Wait, I thought these
There's some of that
Do any of the poems rhyme? Some do. Some are very classical,
How many fonts did you use? Oh, God, I think I used every one
Even Zapf Dingbats? Well I didn't use the
How did you make sure
The contract was pretty
Did anybody plagiarize
Nobody did that I know of. Did you try to get
No. I talked with Tori
Was Billy himself interested? Yeah, he had a bunch
So who's the most famous poet in
I'm not sure, because I
Out of the 4,500 responses,
I'm not going to tell you any names.
No, he was paranoid
He was able to email
No, he mailed that.
Did she claim that
Ha, ha! I don't think so. Are you worried
I don't think so, because I think a
They do?
2 of Generation X Poetry: In Our Own Words, email Marlow Peerse Weaver at mwe@interpath.com. Ever since a team of Pfizer-employed scientists declared a few weeks ago that Americans suffer from some convenient sexual dysfunctions, pantywaist foreigners have been savoring the prospect of an Uncle Sam with no lead in his pencil. But even if we were to take seriously these dubious reports of a boudoir-debility epidemic, continuation of the species seems assured with this week's news that men can now carry babies to term. It's not just that male pregnancy fits the Yankee spirit of better living through chemistry; it's a development we've been eminently prepared for via science-fiction movies like Night of the Blood Beast and Alien, beloved imports like the Jacques Demy farce The Most Important Event Since Man Walked on the Moon, latter-day estro-comedies like Rabbit Test, and most of all, the Schwarzenegger vehicle Junior. News of this discovery just drives home the fact that the much-maligned American male - trained by Schwarzenegger's comedy output in the arts of brotherly love (Twins), parenting (Jingle All the Way), and babysitting (Kindergarten Cop) - can now take on the task of maintaining the family singlehandedly. It's pretty clear somebody's got to take up the slack from all those there. courtesy of the Sucksters |
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