Weekly Reader folds into history

“Curiouser and curiouser.”

Weekly Reader folds into history

The Daily News reported today that Weekly Reader was sold to Scholastic last February. It was cited that Scholastic was “axing all but five of Weekly Reader’s 60 employees in White Plains, NY.” I suppose that is an accurate (albeit broad-stroked) account. Those of us who have not been picked up have, for the most part, moved on. Though it’s probably safe to say that none of us will ever forget the work we did or the extraordinary people we collaborated with at our beloved company.

From my own perspective, working for such an inspiring piece of Americana was always a delight. Whenever I told someone what I did for a living, regardless of their age, they would more often than not respond: “Ohh, Weekly Reader! I used to love getting those in school! You guys are still around?” Heh. Well…

Despite the many challenges we faced in our final years, the incredibly talented team of dedicated people that put those educational periodicals (both elementary and secondary) together always gave it their all. ”Like all papers,” the Daily News reported, “Weekly Reader was struggling with changes roiling the print world and was under pressure to develop digital editions.” True, we struggled inasmuch as any other publishing company does in today’s world. But rather than shy from new technologies, we embraced them. We created digital editions of all our magazines, launched “e-issues” (educational, interactive, themed web sites), wrote blogs, and kept the lines of communication open with teachers and educators as we attempted to stay one step ahead of the ever-evolving classroom environment. In the end, I suppose Weekly Reader became a casualty of the times. It’s sad that we no longer get to work together in White Plains, doing what we love to do. But what’s more depressing is that this time-honored brand that so many of us grew up with, loved, trusted, and learned from is now but a memory.

I do look forward to seeing what Scholastic does in the future and I am confident that, though WR is no more, what it stood for will live on.

And to exit on a promising note: if anyone out there should ever require a talented, dedicated, creative editor, art director, photo editor, copy editor, production designer, or web designer for an educational or otherwise, print or digital publishing task, gig, job, or consult… I know sixty extraordinary candidates.

 

Be Yourself… sorta

What’s the best advice you’ve ever received? “Stay in school” may ring a bell whereas “keep your chin up” could have you blinded by the sun. I have no idea what “don’t squeeze the Charmin” is supposed to mean. Advertising fail! Maybe it’s good advice, who knows? Regardless, none of these words of wisdom can compare to the ever popular, time-honored classic: “Be yourself.”

Just be yourself. Period. No explanation necessary. You get it. Immediately. Whether or not you have come to terms with just who that person is yet is irrelevant because those two words allow you to go exploring within your own character. But let’s pretend, for argument’s sake, that you know who you are and you’re exquisitely comfortable with <ahem> being yourself. Great!

But are you sure?

I’d venture to guess that there are about fifty shades of you, sexy pants! There’s the You you are with your friends who is probably someone different than the You you are with your family who is most definitely not the same as the You you are with your pets, or whoever you are during dreaming, fantasies, social interactions with strangers, bankers, cops, the guy who sells you milk, and most importantly there is the You who has the quiet nook carved out in your head and sits there peacefully in those most private of moments—no one can get anywhere near him (or her). I guess the question we should be asking ourselves then is not Who Are You? but rather Who Aren’t You? Which skin will you be wearing out in public today? You’ve got so many!

If you want to be in business for yourself as a freelancer, you’re going to have to get a grip on your most rational and clear-thinking self. That’s the You you want steering the boat. There is no room for self-doubt or wishy-washiness here. You see, contrary to popular belief, freelancing is not all about the writing. If it were, your multi-shaded personality might be just fine masked behind those carefully crafted, written words of yours. Unfortunately, the writing is only half of it. And in order to get to that half (the fun half), you must first make your connections, be pleasant, charming, sell yourself! Ahh, there You are again. Is your smile polished? Are you confident? Stutter-free? Ready and rarin’ to go? The client will smell self-doubt a mile away. Kick that Unsure You to the curb! Bring your A+ Game! If you misstep, so what? Brush it off and get back in there. Whichever You you’ve chosen, make it the best. Put your worries away for another day. In fact, stash them so far up in your brain’s attic that you can’t hardly even remember what they are! The point is that maybe “be yourself” isn’t the best advice you can implement when navigating the choppy waters of Freelancia. Perhaps a better way to approach things is to “be the best yourself there is.” In fact, that’s pretty good advice for all your life’s myriad adventures. Good luck, You!

The Boss Discovers a Gem of a Poem: Late Fragment, by Raymond Carver

Nope. Not about Springsteen. But imagine if it was? Bruce, if you’re out there and if you dislodge a poetical masterpiece (somewhat east of Glory Days) from the dregs of time, please share it with the world. Cuz that would be solid.

No but today, my boss sent me this gem* as she stumbled upon it whilst (or while, if you must not be cockney) conducting an unrelated poem search. Too much back story. Here it is:

LATE FRAGMENT
By Raymond Carver

And did you get what
you wanted from this life, even so?
I did.
And what did you want?
To call myself beloved, to feel myself
beloved on the earth.

Rumor has it (Rumor has it!) that this was Carver’s last writing. If you were to write just one last poem, what would it be? If you were to go out tomorrow but not know today but still somehow have the wherewithal to know, this is your last. What would you write? Would it be dark or joyful? Reminiscent or life-affirming or mad? Would you take it with you?

Why does Carver call his last words a fragment? Did he mean to go on? Is this only an excerpt of what Carver meant to be his unabridged last poem? Did he take that part with him? I like to think that.

Here is today’s literature know-how: Raymond Carver and John Cheever are not the same person. Though apparently, they were drinking buddies on several occasions. I say prove it! Show me the picture where the two men are linked arm in arm at the bar. Show me where their FB Timelines intersect.

From NYT, by Stephen King, Nov. 19, 2009

And until mid-1977, Raymond Carver was out of control. While teaching at the Iowa Writers’ Workshop, he and John Cheever became drinking buddies. “He and I did nothing but drink,” Carver said of the fall semester of 1973. “I don’t think either of us ever took the covers off our typewriters.” Because Cheever had no car, Carver provided transportation on their twice-weekly booze runs. They liked to arrive at the liquor store just as the clerk was unlocking for the day. Cheever noted in his journal that Carver was “a very kind man.” He was also an irresponsible boozehound who habitually ran out on the check in restaurants, even though he must have known it was the waitress who had to pay the bill for such dine-and-dash customers. His wife, after all, often waited tables to support him.

If King can testify to it, I’m in.

It’s good to have writing buddies, and drinking buddies, and buddies who do both separately but never the twain shall meet. Writing can be a tainted virtue. Have faith and, if you don’t have your own Cheever to procrastinate with… well maybe you’re already one great step past them in your creativity! Right on.

Cheever, Carver, Tomato, Cathedral, let’s call the whole thing off.

LW

*Thanks to DN for the fragment.