Look, it’s pretty obvious that the media industry turmoil is the result of print companies who have spent the past 10 years fucking around rather than putting together business models that could make money on the fucking web. Now, print companies are dying in droves, and the layoffs are endless. Sure, we’re losing a lot of mags that shouldn’t have existed anyway, but some classic books, like Playgirl, are becoming casualties as well. Okay, maybe Playgirl deserved to go, but some good ones are getting nailed.
Well, I didn’t get a chance to blog much last night, but I’ll get to that. I’ll get to a whole lot more now that my travel column for Trader and Dealmaker is being suspended for several months thanks to the turmoil in the publishing industry. My best to all who’ve been laid off, wherever they were writing. So, here I am, the traveling travel writer without a travel column. Fortunately, I might have found a home for my big story on this trip, so fingers crossed.
After the jump, learn more about my adventures over the past two days.
The Andeonaig sings to my fucking soul. I’m in my own cottage, sitting on the patio with a cigar, listening to a small river run by. The room/cottage is nothing short of perfect … except for the lack of an internet connection (I’m posting after having written yesterday). So, for now, I’m reconnecting with my fountain pen, still my favorite way to write.
Okay, I don’t have one. But, my lack of talent is important. If nothing else, it gives you the chance to look through my eyes and see what I’m seeing. If you the lighting is off in a picture, it was off in reality. If the picture is wavy, skewed or angled wrong … well, that’s how I saw it. So, some may call it a lack of talent (which it is). I call it reality.
Okay, my fetish for crazy foreign signs is pretty well-documented on the Migrant Blogger. Well, it didn’t take long for me to find a handful in Scotland. Seriously. My first destination (after the hotel) was a small farmers’ market in Edinburgh. I found more than enough to keep me busy there, but as I walked around town a bit, I learned that this fine city is absolute gold when it comes to crazy street signs.
Well, I’m looking back on my first full day in Scotland, and yes, it has been full. I got on a plane last night after a truly hellish day at day job, few overnight and hit the ground running this morning. Now, I am utterly fucking exhausted and blogging when I should be sleeping. But, I had a great time today, and I feel the need to share.