Big Inca

To: The Boss

From: Bill

Date: January 20 

We’re working on a photographic history. Maybe we can publish it.

For now, it will probably be a gallery exhibit, and probably help with the rental literature.

But there are also some important lessons here.

A photographer begins with place. The same way we have.

But, I’m told, the photography part is easy.

The hardest part is naming photos for exhibition as well as matting and mounting them. It depends, apparently.

But it’s also true that processing and printing are dull work – much of it taking place in the dark.

One of my sources admits she always found someone else for the matting.

All of this has me thinking about “field” in photography? As in field of vision, for starters. And then field, or fields, as in ours.

~*~

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Big Inca

To: Bill

From: The Boss

Date: January 9

I would have thought it would be some Rossini. Something frothy with laughter.

Any idea which Glass he’s considering? The pharaoh, Einstein, and Gandhi are all huge productions that would never fit on that stage. What about commissioning him to do something more manageable – say something about a cab driver.

Like the one I just had.

Essential materials can also be a good investment, if you place yourself right. But it gets tricky, and seldom proves highly profitable. Unless you corner the market or a significant share of it. Still, I’d consider anything.

The secret to business success is realizing that every transaction can be sexy. People will buy that.

Just remember you have a cosmos at your fingertips.

~*~

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Friday payday: Landlocked no more

The point was that Tex and Gunner knew some frontiersmen working in Prodigy and Gopher and had passed my name along to them. “Just wanted to give you a heads-up warning,” she laughed. “They’ll want to bring you out to the coast to give you the sales pitch.”

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Friday payday: On to the cutting edge

“Actually, it’s something that might interest you. Not a newspaper job exactly, but a new field. We know some people who are looking for good editors for electronic publications. Information that would be available by computer, rather than on paper.” I was about to remind her about my negative experiences with computers, but she jumped ahead of me. “Aw, Bingo, you know how backward Plaid Danny’s system is. You have no idea what’s being developed on the cutting edge. Even in photography and music.”

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Friday payday: Reading pleasure

While my orientation was toward hard news, especially national and world events, I admired what Merry Sherry whipped up for us, day in and day out. Her pages were dessert for our readers and, I suspected, the pages they most enjoyed. Romance and relationships, fashion, food, health and senior citizens, child care, consumer tips and personal finances, entertainment and art, decorating, gardening, pets, travel, science and technology, horoscopes, comics, the regular advice columnists all came under her domain, as did innumerable special sections on everything from new cars to diamonds. They all came to life in the splashy designs Merry Sherry concocted. Most of the time, she was creating honey out of horse shit. Apart from the stories she gleaned from our wire services, she had no resources to speak of – not compared to what was expected. She was putting in seventy to eighty hours a week at the paper. So much for the heart attack. And if she wanted to take a vacation, she had to do all the work ahead. There was no backup.

“That’s no vacation,” Misty growled. “That’s comp time.”

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Friday payday: Weather outlook

Tackett read the forecast. “Slumping mercury today. Tomorrow, no spring to it.” He pushed a button and dispatched the weather.

“Was that the best they could do?” Klondike Cyndi couldn’t believe the National Weather Service.

“Well, actually there was more to it than that,” Downing replied. “They said there was a ten percent chance of snow today. Looks to me like it’s been ten percenting out there for about the past eight hours.” Uh-huh.

“Looks to me like they’ve been ninety-percent wrong, too,” Klondike Cyndi mused. Tick-tock, tick-tock.

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Friday payday: The old ways

She looked around. Not all of the old-timers were inept, of course. It was more a matter of balance.

Dean spent every Saturday in the newsroom, in addition to his usual Monday-through-Friday hours. After forty years, it becomes hard to figure out what else to do with your weekends if you never had them.

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