Hello!

Newly unemployed, I've been keeping busy this week with brainstorms, meetings and interviews with potential plans in the video game industry. I may get hired by a publisher, or find myself starting a PR agency with a friend. Whatever the case, I am already restless. It has only been my fourth day of unemployment and I'm itching for... something!

My focus is media in all forms. I'm pretty damned good following trends and keeping up with culture/pop culture. Hell, it was part of one of my internships to do so.

My philosophy on media parallels what DeLillo writes in White Noise. I'll leave you with this excerpt for now:

"The plane had lost power in all three engines, dropped from thirty-four thousand feet to twelve thousand feet. Something ilke four miles. When the steep glide began, people rose, fell, collided, swam in their seats. Then the serious screaming and moaning began. Almost immediately a voice from the flight deck was heard on the intercom: 'We're falling out of the sky! We're going down! We're a silver gleaming death machine!" This outburst struck the passengers as an all but total breakdown of authority, competence and command presence and it brought on a round of fresh and desperate wailing. ...

I'd been pushed away from the narrator by people crowding in to listen, well over a hundred of them, dragging their shoulder bags and garment bags across the dusty floor. Just as I realized I was almost out of hearing range, I saw Bee standing next to me, her small face smooth and white in a mass of kinky hair. She jumped up into my embrace, smelling of jet exhaust.

'Where's the media?' she said.
'There is no media in Iron City.'
'They went through all that for nothing?'"