By Paul Ford
My job changed again. I'm suddenly a member of another group, focusing on marketing strategy and other shenanigans. No more
It's a compliment--the group I'm joining is three technical multimedia specialists who teach at universities in New York.
They work at my company as "creative strategists." It's a think tank. I was asked to come into the group unexpectedly. There's
a real amount to learn from each of them. I had nicknamed their group "the Manhattan Project."
It's a job I want, but expected to find in a few years or more, after resumes and interviews. It's lucky that it came sooner.
I can save my striving, give more of myself away rather than spend the time career-building.
I could congratulate myself, but it wouldn't be honest. Rather than jump, it's just flow. My job becomes more strategic, more conceptual. No raise is involved. I'll be managing--but I've sort of been managing, here and there. I'll be writing, but I've been writing.
I'll be strategizing, working creatively, but...etc. It's just that now it's official. Sort of.
So no quitting for now. Senior Writer and Researcher. Or Document Specialist. Or Asst. Vizier of Prose. Senior at 23 years
old--a joke. As long as I keep discovering my own ignorance, I'll be okay. I don't stab backs and make sure that egos and
politics are nurtured so that the important work is done. I have my faults and infant behaviors, but I know that the client's
profits are my promotions. I want to see interesting work done, smoothly and efficiently. I want the people around me to be
smart and busy and happy, even if I don't like them. It's business, abstract and complex and fascinating. It's a step closer
to the answer "what am I doing here?"
Ftrain.com is the website of Paul Ford and his pseudonyms. It is showing its age. I'm rewriting the code but it's taking some
There is a Facebook group.
You will regret following me on Twitter here.
About the author: I've been running this website from 1997. For a living I write stories and essays, program computers, edit
things, and help people launch online publications. (LinkedIn). I wrote a novel. I was an editor at Harper's Magazine for five years; then I was a Contributing Editor; now I am a free agent. I was also on NPR's All Things Considered for a while. I still write for The Morning News, and some other places.
If you have any questions for me, I am very accessible by email. You can email me at email@example.com and ask me things and I will try to answer. Especially if you want to clarify something or write something critical. I am
glad to clarify things so that you can disagree more effectively.
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© 1974-2011 Paul Ford
Recent Offsite Work: Code and Prose.
As a hobby I write.
Facebook and Instagram: When Your Favorite App Sells Out.
Why I Am Leaving the People of the Red Valley.
Welcome to the Company.
“Facebook and the Epiphanator: An End to Endings?”.
Forgot to tell you about this.
“The Age of Mechanical Reproduction”.
An essay for TheMorningNews.org.
People call me a lot and say: What is this new thing? You're a nerd. Explain it immediately.
Recorded Entertainment #2, by Paul Ford.
Recorded Entertainment #1, by Paul Ford.
Nanolaw with Daughter.
Why privacy mattered.
0h30m w/Photoshop, by Paul Ford.
It's immediately clear to me now that I'm writing again that I need to come up with some new forms in order to have fun here—so
that I can get a rhythm and know what I'm doing. One thing that works for me are time limits; pencils up, pencils down. So:
Fridays, write for 30 minutes; edit for 20 minutes max; and go whip up some images if necessary, like the big crappy hand
below that's all meaningful and evocative because it's retro and zoomed-in. Post it, and leave it alone. Can I do that every
Friday? Yes! Will I? Maybe! But I crave that simple continuity. For today, for absolutely no reason other than that it came
unbidden into my brain, the subject will be Photoshop. (Do we have a process? We have a process. It is 11:39 and...)
That Shaggy Feeling.
Antilunchism, by Paul Ford.
Tickler File Forever, by Paul Ford.
I'll have no one to blame but future me.
Time's Inverted Index, by Paul Ford.
(1) When robots write history we can get in trouble with our past selves. (2) Search-generated, "false" chrestomathies and
the historical fallacy.
The Moral Superiority of the Streetcar.
(1) Long-form journalism fixes everything. (2) The moral superiority of the streetcar. (3) I like big bus and I cannot lie.