Esther dropped me an email a couple days ago asking
how I was doing. She also said that she was surprised
to see me in Detour magazine, a glossy men's fashion
rag. I was completely flabbergasted; what the hell
would a troglodyte like me be doing making an appearance
in some fancy-dan periodical? I knew that they took
fancy scenester party photographs to augment their
mostly ad-oriented page count, so I figured I just
showed up in the background of some assy new media
party, blitzed out of my gourd on something or other.
But the truth was much stranger.
found a newsstand that carried the magazine (the
May 2000 issue. The back of Sean Penn's head is
on the cover.) and doled out the $6 for the glossy
piece of trash. I started flipping through from
the back page, scanning all the photos for signs
of my bulbous mug. Eventually, I came upon the above
picture of me holding down my old desk at Word,
with my trusty talking Ernest doll wedged between
my computer and monitor. It was part of a photo
essay by photographer Steven Ahlgren on people in
corporate environments, full of sad-looking men
in shirts and ties wearily holding down their desks.
I'm a little confused as to the whole point of the
thing, but I'm the happiest looking person there,
so I guess that counts for something.