just had an opportunity to rebuff a reporter, from the wsj, looking for a
pots interview. (pots = person on the street). i just said “no thank you”,
but feel proud of myself for staying true to my commitment of never
talking to reporters again. this would have been harmless, i think, as a
hurricane quip-seeker she appeared to be, but still, there is no anonymity
any more, and if i said something that could be remotely interpreted as
lacking in 100% certitude and which had any lack of merit then there’d be
a big bowel movement from recalcitrant commenters taking their daily dump
on me. who needs that? plus, how was i to know she is really from the wsj?
maybe she had ID somewhere, but i didn’t see it. i guess you could say she
won the altercation, since she prevented me from using the payphone of my
choice, because she was standing next to it. lots of people out today,
still lots of gusts and wind, a hint of rain, but mostly the storm was
gone by the time i woke up at 11am. i got my money’s worth out of the
sound of the rain from about 1am on. that was righteous. otherwise, we
dodged a bullet here. as i predicted yesterday, i expect the lawsuits
and the fingerpointing and the bottomless reserve of sarcasm to rise up
from the litigious corners of the east coast and from all segments of the
media. one more reason to ignore the internet, television, radio,
newspapers, and anything connected to those outlets for a while, which i
was going to do anyway, because it’s almost September. really, though, i
avoid reporters and going on record with journalists because i’ve done
enough of it to know that while i never got burned you have to stay alert
to the fact that their interests are not the same as yours, and they are
not generally trying to make you famous or understand you.
there was a huge quantity of siren noise at about noontime. i don’t know
what was up with that but it really sounded like a big response to
whatever they were responding to.
