By Brad A. Greenberg. I spent about six hours with him last Thursday, posed for some pictures Friday for the Journal’s French gal photographer, and today the Journal’s web guy is coming over to shoot some video of my glamorous life.
It’s about time that my prodigious efforts on behalf of humanity receive their just recognition.
PS. So Dennis the web guy (a few months ago he deleted my post to the Jewish Journal forums because I quoted this literary aside by Jonathan Ames in his novel Wake Up, Sir!: "She encouraged, so I put a finger inside her, slow and respectful, like a Jew stepping inside a church") came by with his Canon camera. I thought I wouldn’t have much to say but once he turned his camera on, I couldn’t stop talking and he had to shut me up after a few minutes. The problem was that I knew Danielle Berrin was going to watch this, so I got nervous and lost my voice. I didn’t however lose all my sense, managing to get my wisdom across to the younger and hotter generation through ancient aboriginal hand signals (wrongly considered obscene by my co-religionists to the right).
Did I tell you how much I loathe this personal attention? I’m all about the work.
PPS. I just found some notes for my week-long dialogue with KTLA’s Eric Spillman:
I’m not a blog triumphalist. I have no allegiance to any particular system of delivering information, be it pigeons, smoke signals or TVs.
Journalism rules, like traffic rules, are important but they are not the most important thing about a piece of communication. What matters most is merit. Everything else (whether a person signs his name to the writing, whether it is on a blog or a newspaper or it is read over the radio, whether it conforms to the principles of good journalism, etc) is secondary.
