I’m touched! Not to mention linked! Thxbck@ya!

I loved your entry tonight. (And no, not just ’cause you mentioned me.) You’re dreaming, thinking out loud — and “that’s a good thing!”

And I think you’re really onto something. I can totally see you in one of the roles you mentioned, or in my own personal favorite Scanner Dream Job™ : being Charlie Rose.

He has what’s gotta be one of the absolute best jobs in the world. Think about it: engaging in intelligent, probing, protracted conversations with fascinating people about compelling subjects, many of them of particular interest to you. A different guest or guests and a new topic every night. Now that‘s cool.

Also, here are the first two things about you that came to mind when you wrote about possibly being the next Noah Adams, et al:

1) you’re already a journalist, by definition (and a damn fine one); and

2) remember your self-observation the night you met Bespectacled Barrage Boy, or The Piano Man, or whatever you’re going to call him? You said, based on the consistently positive reception you get from people you strike up conversations with in social situations (bars, etc.), that you think that people find you appealing — cute, clever, interesting, or words to that effect. That’s one of the keys to the success of the kind of journalists you mentioned. They’re all very intelligent, but in a markedly down-to-earth way; they’re likable, unassuming, non-threatening — and that’s why interviewees open up to them.

Not only do I think that you possess that quality, I think it would serve you well in either a therapeutic or a journalistic role. (Interesting that they’re both primarily about listening, isn’t it?)

Another long-winded post. To bed!

(…I feel stupid making a comment of little value after Dezz’s long, meaningful post… ^^;;;…but I will write anyway. ^^)

Do you think maybe it’d be kind of cool if your dad read your journal? ^.^ My parents read my online diary…and while sometimes they complain to me (“Too much personal information!”), I know they’re reading because they care about me and want to know what I’m up to. ^-^

(Speaking of which, my mom visited you once because I had you linked. ^o^;;)

The prospect of the parental unit having access to your private thoughts can be rather unnerving. My mother knows about my journal, but she also knows the content would make her nuts with worry so she stays away. We keep in close contact in other ways.

Tell them about Tin Man and whether or not you’re comfortable with them reading. They’ll understand, they seem pretty cool.

Kameko: I don’t know how cool it would be if my parents read my occasional references to Internet sex and so on. (Mom, Dad, if you’re reading this, it’s always safe sex.)

Lacityboy, you make an interesting point… hmm. I will think about that.

Oh, and Kari — the “y’all” comes from spending eight years in central Virginia, where it’s relatively normal usage. One thing the English language lacks is a formal word for the plural of “you.” French has “tu” for singular and “vous” for plural, but all we really have is “you.” I guess there’s “youse,” but that makes you sound like Joe Pesci or something.

“Y’all” just has a nice quaint ring to it, y’hear?

sheeeeit.

After ten years in radio, I can tell you this much: you have Ira Flatow written all over you! I think you’d be amazing in the world of radio mainly because you’re such a wonderful writer. In radio, what’s not off-the-cuff should be well-written. I think you have skills in both areas. Keep your eyes peeled on the NPR job listings locally and nationally. If you love the idea, go for it, man!!

An avid fan (and former Tin Man myself),

Todd