Brooklyn writing

Sunday afternoon found me speaking to the inestimable Mr. Ford, and I had to note my frustration at his, and other, Brooklyn-based web projects populated with authors (their names either unlikely or pseudonymous) carefully framing their meticulous line drawings with flowery prose laden with turn-of-the-last-century verbal tics. Each piece, naturally, prefaced with ornamentation like "In which…" and "Please find…".

There are many, many such endeavors, of course. I postulated that all of the linguistic adornment was a ruse to hide their feelings of inadequacy for living in Brooklyn instead of Manhattan. I am fairly certain that my little jab was facetious. But then Paul slapped me, and I was chastened. I suppose some humor just pushes the boundaries too far.

Later, I learned that Manhattan is the new Brooklyn and somehow the whole day, the japery, the violence… it all made sense. My ass is the new magazine headline.

Anil Dash

Anil Dash

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