The Bullhorn of SILVER BROWN

The Interview is Coming Soon (Apparently)

This week I got back in touch with that guy I recorded that podcast with a while back, to ask him about the status of the interview. When June 3 came and went uneventfully, my first thought was that nothing came of those thirty minutes I chatted with him. I imagined some omnipotent media gatekeeper in a Brooks Brothers suit pounding his Princeton class ring-endowed fist on the table in some random unremarkable Manhattan boardroom, declaring to his flock of pencil-necked underlings that this interview was far too outrageous for the air. To my pleasant surprise, if there were any corporate overlords involved, they have been appeased. Quoth the dude…


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The Bullhorn of SILVER BROWN

I’ve Been Interviewed!


Indeed it was. First-ever Silver Brown-related interview to boot. Fully enjoyed that experience; the guy interviewing me was probably more nervous than I was. Although to be fair, the backstory of how the book came into existence would probably make any rational person shit themselves. Not me, though. I actually lived through that nightmare, so it doesn’t have quite the same effect. He told me the podcast is coming out on June 3, so I guess I’ll have more details about that to share with you then.

The Bullhorn of SILVER BROWN

Let Me Rub My Juices All Over You

A peculiar attribute of the technological zeitgeist of this decade (whatever we end up calling it in the end, which will likely be either the #MeToos or the Avocado Toasties) which sets it apart from the Nineties and Noughties is that people today are too lazy to actually surf the Internet. There’s no longer an incentive to do the gruntwork of visiting online forums or Usenet, when technology has evolved to a point where people no longer have to actually do anything to get their daily dose of memes. Now the Internet comes neatly packaged directly to the people, in the form of their Facebook timelines and Twitter feeds, to say nothing of the seemingly endless parade of smartphone notifications.

In recognition of Western civilization’s bold new devotion to intellectual sloth, I would like to remind everybody I have left behind the obligitory urine stain on both Facebook and Twitter. Not Instagram, though. Instagram is just one big digital high school. With a very impressive yearbook. Which is fine, except I graduated years ago.

As much as there is to dislike about social media as a whole, one of its useful aspects is as a supplementary energy to an organization’s already existing web presence. Like an appendage growing out of your website, reaching out to fondle people so it can coat their hair and clothing with its juices.

My twin social media appendages have indeed been doing a lot of fondling. I occasionally do this thing where I take an entire chapter from the book and post one page from that chapter a day, on one platform or the other. I don’t do it all the time, and which platform I end up posting it to depends on a complex schedule based on the time of year and the phase of the moon and the current coordinates of the magnetic north pole. But I do it occasionally, and love to drink the essence of the people’s reactions. The concept started on Twitter and gravitated towards Facebook a few months later. I have way more followers on Twitter †, so it’s a useful avenue for conducting grand sociological experiments. The Facebook page was more of an afterthought.

† I somehow gained a followership of over 1000 people on Twitter without being young, female or pretty. In this day and age, that’s an accomplishment.