This is in case someone needs to save me from myself

Update, 3/2: This entry appears to have been cut off by the editing program, Moveable Type. Since I don’t have a copy anywhere, I’d have to rewrite it, which I probably won’t do on account of my “real job.” But basically I go on to talk about W Magazine and Brad Pitt leaving his wife for Angelina Jolie, and then friends taking artists’ photographs, complete with a hilarious joke about writing “breast” a few times on ArtsJournal and how that’s maybe not allowed. Perhaps it is, in fact, not allowed, and that’s why the post mysteriously disappeared. Many apologies.

I was thinking about trying two things that might be Huge Mistakes. Lemme know your thoughts.

First, I received an e mail from a too-cool-for-school-indie-rock-publicist last week and quite enjoyed her auto signature:

Name
Title
Address
E mail / Phone Number
 
Ask me about: [And then she lists her clients]

That’s smart, right? To list your clients right there? When I talk on the phone or meet with writers, they always ask me who else I work with, and yet that question rarely comes up in e mail correspondence. But if my clients were listed every time I pitched a story or responded to a request, journalists probably would “ask me about” my other clients via e mail, or at least think about those other clients for a moment and know I was the contact for any sort of future coverage.

I just created my new auto signature, though, and it looks mildly like a bright red button I might wear if working on the floor of a P.C. Richards & Son. “Ask me about the new LG Front Loading 4.5 Cubic Foot Washer.” (And also, “I do want to express myself, okay? And I don’t need 37 pieces of flair to d