The NYSE pulled a fast one this week, which got all of us at work all hot and bothered. It was, if I can be corny for a minute, kind of exciting. We got to play STOP THE PRESSES. Our beat reporter responded like a champ. I expunged the dangling modifiers, brainstormed the hed, and the whole thing went out to the world in near real time. Fun.
Friday, April 22
- 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.
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