Idle Speculation

The Independent: “There is a rule in America that states employers must make up the difference in pay if any member of their staff earns below the minimum wage when their pay is added to their tips. This might mean customers in the US fear people will lose jobs if they don’t tip heavily.”

Mr. Welch, we tip because we know how little those working in the service sector actually make. We tip because they often don’t have health care and we know that they might be working a second job to make ends meet. We tip because the government’s answer to providing for the unemployed is welfare-to-work.

Instead of silly speculation, why not simply ask us why? Is this not, after all, what a journalist does?

Blogging In Sick

I’ve had a mean spot of bronchitis. I could describe to you the Quincy Verdun-like phlegm patterns I’ve been coughing up. Or the mighty rattling coughs that jerk me out of bed at 2 AM. Or the troubling fact that I cannot laugh without coughing, making me wonder if I have a temporary future as a humorless accountant. Or the pleasant dizziness actuated by my shots of Robitussin. But instead I’ll simply bid a momentary adieu to this blog until I feel better.

Andy Warhol Film as Political Campaign Commercial?

RELATED: IMDB User Comments for “Empire” “Empire has got to be considered one of the most suspenseful movies ever made. 485 minutes, with every one of them keeping you on the edge of your seat, seemingly impossible for an eight-hour movie to accomplish. The scene changes are so subtle and quick, they barely seem to happen, making you feel as if the story hasn’t changed, all setting up each individual shock. The acting is fantastic, each character so stoic and emotionless, as if they aren’t in the scenes in the first place. Warhol does a fantastic job at threading each scene together, to make it appear as if it is just one ongoing one. Absolutely ridiculous that the AFI refused to include it in its 100 thrills list. See it, and prepare to have your imagination and sense of reality warped.”

Roundup

  • Frank Wilson on the Michael Gorman brouhaha: “The point of all of this verbiage seems to be to disguise the main worry: that anyone can have access to the information, that gatekeepers are no longer able to keep the gates closed to those they deem unworthy of entrance. It still comes down to the experts know best. Well, read Nassim Nicholas Taleb’s the Black Swan: They don’t.” There’s also another factor motivating all this discussion. Since the print vs. online debate began, NYC & Company has been immersed in a veiled uproar. Prospective tourists with a literary bent have been seduced from Midtown hotels by the Magical Basement Tour, a considerably more affordable vacation package for a family of four, now being advertised by the Terre Haute Convention & Visitor Bureau. Never underestimate the correlation between a drop in niche tourism and those cultural gatekeepers who have a modest stake in dictating where people visit during the summer.
  • Colleen talks with David Brin.
  • Michael Dirda on Kingsley Amis.
  • Julia Keller offers a provocative column in which she declares that it’s okay just to like books. I think it’s a mistake to conflate those who love books with those whose livelihoods don’t depend on the publishing industry. There are plenty of book lovers out there who have no interest in becoming a publishing professional, and Klein’s position strikes me as kind of a reverse snobbery. However, I do agree with Keller that appealing to “book likers” is something for every professional to consider, if only because “book likers” eventually might turn into “book lovers.” (via Kevin Smokler)
  • Terrible news. Punk Planet Magazine is dead. The book imprint will continue on. For now. Throw some support their way. (via Jeff)
  • Tayari Jones on Meredith Hunter and Sam Green’s film on Altamont. Another great novel that dramatizes this incident is Colson Whitehead’s John Henry Days.
  • Joseph Duemer offers a few thoughts on why he abandons novels. The last novel I abandoned featured a plotline in which a bald thirtysomething narcissist, resembling a cross between Lex Luthor and Little Baby Huey, moved from San Francisco to New York. I simply wasn’t convinced that the author, who was more fond of tossing around strange and often deranged details rather than addressing his ideas or larger thematic points, really knew his protagonist and I found the narrative extremely unconvincing and quite absurd.
  • Hitch on On Chesil Beach.
  • It’s a question that will no doubt remain unanswered for some time, but it’s not a bad idea to ask it again: How much information is Google collecting about us? (via Persona Non Data)
  • Bill Keller has a leak.
  • Maitresse: “In my opinion, it isn’t sufficient for people to only read easy books that reinforce their worldview, because only reading someone like Sophie Kinsella or Meg Cabot does nothing to elevate the general discourse. If everyone is just reading people who talk exactly like they do, people who have exactly the same ideas as they do, the culture will never move forward. They will remain mired in mediocrity.” There are more interesting thoughts on a wide range of subjects (including reading, the current state of criticism, and the possibilities of the Internet) here and here.
  • Literago offers a report of the Dennis Loy Johnson-Jessa Crispin discussion. (via Marydell)
  • It’s good to hear that Diesel is doing well. (via Bookninja)
  • Likely Stories: “If I sound dismissive, it could be simple envy at work. No, I’m not envious that all these dads are in touch with their new role in life – I’m envious that they had the foresight to take notes.”
  • Is citation plagiarism an underreported issue?
  • John Scalzi explains why he told teens that their writing sucks. Just think what would have occurred if he told them their iTunes playlists sucked. (via Justine Larbalestier)
  • As it so happens, web users also like print. While the trees may be falling, it’s good to know that the sky isn’t.
  • Miles Johnson asks why there’s no such thing as the Great British Novel.