Communication in the Digital Age
This is how you use video on the web. Tell a story, make it compelling, overcome adversity, persevere, further free speech and free expression, integrate with music and real news … make it drama. Is there better PR than this?
I picked this up from artmeetscommerce.net. They live up to their name.
… spits on baseball in New York and Boston, and everywhere. The Yankees should not negotiate with Alex Rodriquez, Boston should not negotiate with A-Rod – on this one New York and Boston should agree. Boras is an ass and Alex Rodriquez may possess great natural ability as a ballplayer but he doesn’t have enough class to be a Yankee or a Red Sock. (Happy Halloween says Super Agent Scott BorAss, left).
BorAss releases news of A-Rod’s historic opt-out during the World Series? In Boston? He leaves a message on Yankee GM Brian Cashman’s voicemail and runs the news on AP? What kind of punk PR power stunt is that – upstaging the Red Sox victory and disrespecting the Yankees and baseball with tough guy negotiating theatrics?
Maybe this is a blessing for New York. Rodriquez shows his true colors – all that nonsense about finding New York home was his baby negotiating stance. At least Torre had the cajones to go down to Tampa to look Steinbrenner in the eye. Rodriquez did not even return phone calls or have the courtesy to speak to Yankee management.
FEMA staged a phony news conference that was carried live on FOX TV. Employees posing as reporters asked softball questions so FEMA officials could effuse about how well they were handling the disasterous wildfire situation in California earlier in the week. Seems like those ugly out-of-control press conferences for Katrina were too much for the agency to handle. Even the White House is pissed.
When: Tuesday, October 30, 2007, 7:00 PM
Where: For Your Imagination Studios
22 West 27th Street 6th Floor
New York , NY 10001
(866) 475-6908
Last year she was New York’s funniest reporter. This year she is trying to be the Boston Red Sox of New York media comics (something like that). Is it possible for Mandy Stadtmiller to become the funniest stand-up comic in all of New York City? Yeah, it’s 
possible. And George Steinbrenner might fly up to Westchester, hat in hand, and beg Joe Torre to return to the Yankees. Seriously folks, Mandy Stadtmiller aka Caligulamiller was a riot at her last appearance. She has that edge that’s really funny. Besides, it’s her birthday, and everything else. What else? Let her tell you. I’ll just cut and paste her email.
Yesterday I saw “Die Mommie Die,” a campy off-Broadway musical with a title we can certainly all relate to. About an hour into the show I thought of Amanda Chapel. After all, the lead is played by a man (Charles Busch) playing a woman (Angela) who secretly poisoned her sister and assumed her identity and later tried to kill her husband (this is all revealed during a LSD trip, no less). She’s a ballsy character with a sense of bitchy entitlement and she wins in the end despite the relentless lashing of her enemies. The PR blogger camp musical with the same plot line could have been called “Die Amanda Die” but she wouldn’t. Amanda was no Joan of Arc. She was a nasty spectral presence. Knives went through her and only seemed to feed her resolve.
No time to post today, anyway Loren says it all. Check the comments at the 1938 Media site. Amusing.
Amanda won’t die. When do we cross to the other side?
Since there are no rules here, and I would break them if there were, I am hijacking the Week in Review from the apparently defunct Strumpette. It has been nearly a week since Amanda Chapel called it quits and set off fireworks from the blogerati, both fans and enemies. She seems to have a lot of both.
The venting, confessions, and accusations are focused mostly on the falsity of anonymity of the character and the off-blog attacks by said character. Apparently, Amanda has a temper. Amanda can be bitchy and damning and accusatory and inflexible, unreasonable and some would say, inappropriate. If there is a line Amanda strolls right up and maybe spits over.
I understand being upset by calls to superiors and colleagues, voicemail messages that don’t exactly tweet Happy Birthday. I would recoil and defend myself if I were so victimized.
