In most offices, you bump into someone and they ask, “How are you?” or “What’s happening?”
At The Washington Post, they ask “What do you know?”
I live in Washington, D.C., where I first came to work as a writer and producer for The Atlantic in 2010 and then covered D.C. transportation for TBD On Foot. Now I report on Congress for Communications Daily.
What’s next for Black Twitter? No one is sure, although Clayton argues that it’s not likely to vanish as soon as mainstream America finds something else to obsess over.
I remember when Choire Sicha first posted about his discoveries of relating to this on The Awl several years ago. This AP story has a lot of crazy lines in it. Like: “Catchy hashtags give clues that the tweeting in question is a Black Twitter thing.” Good to know.
Just cabbed back from the National Press Foundation awards dinner not long ago. Some Robert Siegel, some Wolf Blitzer, free food and a whole lot of free drinks, the usual. I was at AT&T’s table, which comes with the benefit of AT&T folks supplying extra wine (and some pre-party gathering coordinated with the broadcaster folks, and the after-party). Telecom maniacs, I tell you.
Long, long day, if also good. Also tired given I had to stake out a secret meeting of House Republicans for like two and a half hours in the Rayburn building this morning. Is it spring yet?
She casts a broad net. If she feels indecisive, she swipes yes. She does not waste time trying to compose lyrical messages: “Just say some bullshit.” She also doesn’t like prolonged messaging: “Just go out or not.” To do anything else is a waste of one’s battery. (Tinder’s location-based tech drains phone batteries.) On the casual-sex question, she’s not interested. In the beginning, someone messaged her, “So if you’re on Tinder you’re into stranger sex, when are we having stranger sex? Isn’t Tinder for that?” She replied, “Not for me,” and blocked him. It’s not that she isn’t into casual sex. “I have people that I can use in that way if I want to,” she said. “I don’t need to find five of them.”
There’s a huge swath of new jobs created in the last three years or so. They’ll be around for… a while. Who knows how long! (Can’t wait till Vox goes public though!) It’s good, obviously, that young people have jobs where they can get some learnin’ and get paid and maybe write some things they care about. What I’ve noticed the last couple months though is that once they have that job for a year or three, there’s now nowhere for them to go. The requests for coffee dates I’m getting these days are less “How do I become a writer or reporter?” and are more “Okay I’ve been doing this a couple years now, and there’s literally nowhere for me to advance, what do I do?” You’re seeing longevity in blogging jobs for the first time ever since we created professional blogging. It’s not a job that one ages well with, for the most part. I mean, you go make cat gif listicles when you’re 50. Try that on for size.
And two double scotches, when administered in quick enough succession, can obscure existential dread, making it seem fuzzier and further away
A little more than 200 miles away, in America’s marbled capital, Mike Allen was sitting down to breakfast. I require food, he thought. I will ingest food and my body will convert it into energy so I can write POLITICO PLAYBOOK. PLAYBOOK is my must-read briefing on what’s driving the day in Washington. His phone went off. Another text from VandeHei. “IDEA: Deep dive on grand bargain. What do u think?” Allen processed the information as his body continued digesting. I am a famous journalist, he thought. My job is to write news.