For those who helped me name this blog, I salute you. The race was tight. Two powerhouse suggestions, one by Andrew Adolphus the debonair editor from Canada, and the other by yours truly, slugged it out till the bitter end. It was ‘Skyeblog’, the seemingly obvious yet effective choice versus ‘Kermit the Blog’; completely nonsensical and ridiculous.
A universally despised email chain revolved throughout the day, requesting support for such underdogs like ‘Skye Hilton Sings the Blues’ and ‘Peter Cetera and Et Cetera’ from the mind of math genius and scrabble cheater, Matt Campbell. Young and old professionals throughout the United States took time out of their busy work days to decide which name was better ‘Nacho Blog’ or ‘The Frother’.
Like Chinese water torture, the painstakingly slow voting process resulted in a unbearable sense of drama that forced BBC Production Manager, Dana Boratenski, to drop her head in her hands and mumble to herself, ” Make the emails stop, make them stop!” Some suggestions were taken already (Blog Farm) while others were beyond interpretation (Skye in your Eye).
But this wasn’t a matter of which name made most sense or had the most staying power. Rather a matter of Democracy. A vote is slipped into a ballet box, tallied, and a candidate is chosen. Unfortunately, there was a tie.
There would be no recount. The emails would stop. The hysteria would cease to exist. People would sit on the subway or in their cars, listening to their I-pods (”Bringing Sexxy Back”) and the nightly news: ” Jamie Lynn Spears sees ‘Juno’ and is inspired to keep her baby” without having to worry about what my blog would actually be called. Yes, there would be a decision (finally).
It comes from the brilliant, lawyer-in-training, Whitney Hilton who knew that my love for high brow film criticism and obsession for low brow, blue collar, joie de vivre, would best be headlined with the title ” Art House to Outhouse”. Although Whitney’s brilliant title only received one vote, actually a half of a vote (’Outhouse’) from short story composer James Donovan, an executive decision had to be made. And who better to make it, than me?
Can you blame me? I mean, this is a Blog I had to be somewhat narcissistic. Right, Kim?
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February 2, 2008 at 7:49 am
I don’t know how we did it, but we did it.
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