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God's post-Columbine media
bounce for enterprising believers. Congressman Robert
Aderholt sponsored a stealth rider to a "juvenile justice bill," allowing the Ten Commandments to be posted in public schools. The measure was heartily supported by the National Council on Bible
Curriculum in Public Schools figured the organization's legal counsel, John Eidsmoe, would make a fine subject for one of our "funny" interviews. But God is not mocked. In the same way that the Ten Commandments bill blew through the God forsaken competition (passing by 248 to 180), our interviewer was easily outfoxed by the wily lawgiver:
One of the arguments in favor of Nothing will temper your paranoia about media
concentration glimpse at the Masters of the Universe in action. Over the past few weeks, news that Suck's corporate tops were offering a Suck-brand browser might have made it seem that we had finally traded our editorial independence for some Disneyesque synergy of content, promotion, and tie-in products. The browser is part of NeoPlanet's customizable portal thingy, which boasts a variety of removable skins, allowing you to brand your Web-browsing experience. With more than 9,800 downloads so far, the Suck browser has proved to be one of the more popular of these skins, edging out the browsers of our partners in the Lycos Network and beating the crap out of both Santa Claus and St. Patrick. But if you think Suck got maximum leverage out of the cross-branding, guess again. As it happens, we learned about the Suck browser the same way we get all our news we read about it in
Salon nearly 10,000 people who liked the browser were people who don't actually read Suck but just like the pictures (admittedly, a demographic that includes most of Suck's actual readers). Since we also found the Suck Skin doesn't include a link back to us, the upshot is that Suck got exactly bupkes out of the deal. But there's still time for you to show your colors. Hop right over to NeoPlanet, download your
browser you will carry with you throughout your life. We should have our recipe for the Suck Happy Meal completed any day now. Starbucks' latest effort to become a magazine distributor previous outings have included point-of-purchase arrangements with the paper version of Slate and maybe a cross-sales agreement with Playguy, we're not sure is Joe, a general interest quarterly featuring tried-and-true names like Luc Sante, Douglas Coupland, and strenuous funnyman Mark Leyner (whom several Suck readers incorrectly named as the author of our Tuesday issue). It would be pleasant to poke fun at this coffee-zine business plan, but we see some real promise in it. The once-great Esquire, after all, started out as a specialty rag sold exclusively in haberdasheries, and Big Green's 1,800 stores would seem a more logical place for magazine sales than, say, a bookstore. A first glance (we didn't actually read it) indicates that Joe is a fairly readable birdcage liner, despite instances of preciousness ("I call my Catholic friend Tom to tell him that for the first time in my life I'm finding myself talking to God"), an Absolut-style, one-page story that felt like a gyp because it wasn't advertising anything, and an immodest echo of the book of Genesis in Managing Editor Scott Mowbray's editor's note ("... if you have ever made something complicated ... and stood back at the end to eye the whole aspect of the thing and then thought that it was a good thing ..."). But since we know that reading Suck's discussions of other media is about as appealing to the average reader as a nice case of heatstroke, we'd like your help in filling out our reader-reaction survey card. If you know how we should answer the question, "What would you like to see in future issues?" of the official magazine of Starbucks, please let us
know become our official opinion of Joe. Analyst's alert: We have changed our recommendation on Salon.com (SALN) to a "strong buy." Despite a lackluster opening
day stock's US$10 price is being supported by underwriter Hambrecht, we have set a target price of $10,000 a share, based on continued blue chip interest, hopes for a Net stock recovery, unlimited upside potential, and a firm belief that lightning always strikes twice. Suck's lead time being what it is, we had to make some tough decisions in the last few days, killing not only our incisive, two-part Lamar Alexander profile but also our extensive Summer Solstice coverage: the streaming video from Salisbury Plain, the live remotes from the Lapland Special Olympics, the works. Why? Because we needed to make room for service journalism news you can use in the form of an official set of NBA finals
predictions the authority, care, and expertise we've always put into our media reporting to a series of piercingly perceptive predictions that would make Jimmy the Greek proud and our high-rolling readers rich. It was a noble goal and all the motivation we required. Well, that and a well-timed visit from our favorite beeper-toting delivery dude, who dropped off a little Ziplocked bundle of joy and a Zippo. The result: "Game 5: The air is thick with history tonight as the Knicks and Spurs, two mortal combatants locked in [illegible], return to San Antonio's famed Astrodome, the very site where some 450 years ago, Colonel Sam Houston made Texas' last stand against the invading Iroquois Nation. Will the Spurs live up to the Colonel's legacy? Only if they can stop great-great-great- grandson Allan Houston, now a rising lonestar for the Knicks. [Illegible.] It's a matchup that recalls Knickerbocker greats Bill Bradley, Wendell Wilkie, and Chester A. Arthur. And with San Antonio's beloved baritone David Robeson in the penalty box, New York's Marcus Welby, aka 'The Doctor J,' leads the Knicks in a third period power play. Yes, the ironies at Game 5 just keep piling up, like so many cars in a multi-car pile up. It's all on the line tonight. Final: Spurs 190, Knicks 142." But then our know-it-all "fact-checker" found a couple of "problems" that our publisher thought might damage our "credibility," and so it was back to the drawing bong. Er, board. The drawing board. Tune in for our live team coverage of Game 5 tomorrow after these important messages. courtesy of the Sucksters |
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