It. (rasatabula) wrote in repose, @ 2015-12-13 02:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | *news, jack penhaligon |
[Newspaper: Repose]
[After this]
The local newspaper thrown onto all the lawns in the neighborhood is the same thickness and weight shrink-wrapped in plastic. This week (under the name of some hapless idiot from the high school running the coffee run or making tea in order to get what the pretentious call an 'internship' and in Jack's day was bloody work experience) there's a half-column. Pitiful, if it had been paid for by an advertizer footing it, but they aren't so it isn't.
It reads like a teenager writing about a place she's not old enough to walk over the threshold but it's about a bar, in town and breathing close enough toward complimentary that it doesn't look like it belongs in the paper Jack edits. There might be one or two well-placed words (red pen, son?) but the next page is a diatribe on marketing in general, so you win some, you lose some.]