Anonymous crank calls to a public space, or a Hyde Park soapbox for POTS: Agoraphone. How many stoners from my era have phoned up and started in with a Pink Floyd "Hello-hello-hello, is there anybody IN there?" I'd like to conference in this NYSE conference call Muzak I'm listening to at the moment. Peppy lite jazz. The reception over SKYPE sucks.
Tuesday, December 14
- Name: Blind Tangerine Jones
- Location: Brooklyn, New York, United States
I'm a [freelance and contract] journalist, translator and editor helping to cover global securities markets from the point of view of the people who build and run them, among other things. I live in Brooklyn and [used to] work near Wall and Water in NYC. I am married to a crazy Brazilian. We have a cat named Iggy. I own a silver trombone. I am learning bossa nova chords on my Martin Backpacker and reading the Empires of Light, a history of the AC-DC standards wars, while waiting for Gary Weiss's new book to arrive. All dumb-ass opinions and errors on this page are mine alone: in the newsroom, you have lots of other eyeballs to keep you from fouling up. Not so on the blog.
- Pile Theory
- Street Corner Rhapsody of Mumbles
- Things You Need to Know
- Media Week for the Media Geek
- IP Freely
- Book Report
- The Spider's House
- The Late, Great American Dollar
- The Zombie Corpse of Strategic Information