Last summer the extended Osborn clan's presence in the Round Hill, Maine Fourth of July Parade, a perennial and virulently lefty event,was duly noted in the Gray Lady, and Nat got named (I can't find the article to link.) This morning I posted Thomas Friedman's excellent NYT columns while failing to notice I was in the paper.
News whore? Moi? Guilty as charged. Did I mention I'm in Harper's next month?
As I tell my wife all too often,it's hard to remember, but I used to be important.
Saturday, December 8, 2007
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How comfortable are you with the entire world cognizant of the fact that you are sitting in a large bank somewhere holding gold coins?
Is it lonely at the top? Do you just pinch yourself sometimes?
I've heard tell of a man with gold bars in his attic. It must be nice...
I'm glad I'm in Maine when this depression hits - stock up on wood for our stove, feed off the land, hunker down and sail where we have to when the petrol runs out, and plenty far from skyscraper plungers.
I've got some silver I can melt down if necessary.
You're still important to those who matter!
I know what you mean about the fleeting nature of (ahem) spotlight in the press. After being on Guatemalan talk shows, CNN international, and now 2 1/2 weeks running of articles with pictures in various Guatemalan and U.S. Newspapers, my credibility at home is based on the trash getting out before the (unbelievable early) arrival of the garbage er recycling truck.
She also now says I have the perfect face for radio.
Paula/Bill
My life has been splashed across the web since its' inception and the press on a global scale. I'd rather be robbed or lose it all than live in fear, so I just show up for life and try to have fun and do good.
If the world goes to hell, I've got a big farm in Costa Rica with a river, a well, solar and timber. Y'all are invited when the feces hits the ocsillator. There's already a small art community signed up.
i'm with steve!
actually, if you were just a name in the new york times (heck, they won't even print my trenchant letters to the editor), you'd just be another somebody, and i wouldn't take notice. the fact that you chose to manifest your physical presence in my neighborhood, well, that beats any number of new york timeses.
or whatever the plural is...
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