We’re off to pay tribute to the Meeting Gods again and our city is anticipating the Fall equinox and, with it, the start of Awards Season — how amazing is it that the ancients predicted the demarcations of seasons so accurately way back then? News is light today, probably (because if it were up to us) a four-day weekend seems quite logical for many. The good news is we have a nice, long rant to post later.
The joy, the joy.
Speaking of ancient, why does book distribution still follow old models? With some effort (you call it coffee, we call it a crutch), we deciphered the Publishing News story below, and believe we have the concept: people travel, they see books in airports (international space, if you will), they want those books, they go home and can’t get those books, people become cranky and watch television.
It’s quite old school — rolling out the product a territiory (country, sorry, we’ve been working for the former employer and thinking in their terminology) at a time. We think the underlying concept has something to do with building a buzz. Of course, that was more the case back in the olden days when news had to be delivered manually. Now that we have the Internet, buzz comes and goes much more quickly. It only makes sense to take advantage of it while it’s still vibrating.
As always, this helpful advice is offered free of charge.
2 responses so far ↓
Kate Rothwell // Sep 18, 2004 at 8:00 am
I’m still waiting for the long rant. That detective thingy was IT? Where was the vitriol?
booksquare // Sep 18, 2004 at 10:26 am
Meetings — they are the worst things humanity has ever created. Meetings in the greater Los Angeles area are even worse. I cannot, for the life of me, fathom where all those people on the road come from and where they’re going. Nor can I fathom why they must be heading in the direction I’m driving.
Yes, it’s a lame excuse, but defensive driving (also known as screaming at drivers who try to occupy the exact same spot I’m occupying) took it all out of me, and I just posted the rant. Somewhere along the line, it grew less vitriolic. I promise I will find something else to scream about soon…