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A Cub Reporter¹s Casebook of Unimportant Interviews
On Sep 6, 8:19*pm, Michael Press wrote:
Short intense paragraphs. Like this, Mikey? ******* I parked my tenspeed battery-drive stepthrough in front of the smartest caff in town and wondered if my bike was smart enough for Franki Krygowski, the noted cyclist and my first interview. The first part of Franki I saw were his shaven legs, sticking out at right angles to the table. I lifted up the cloth to see if there was an obstruction under the table but there was nothing. Franki was just showing off his shaven legs. ‘Nice legs,’ I said as I modestly disposed my own, fully clad, legs under the table. But Franki wasn’t interested in the niceties. Among the six empty latte cups on the table lay a wodge of printout from the internet, looking like it was from the famous rec.bicycles.tech. Ooh, I thought, now I will get an insight into the cutting edge. ‘"Stickinthemuddery" may be evidence of attempted creativity,’ Franki said suddenly, ‘or it may be evidence that Jute's inability to break paragraphs has now descended to the word level. Will he soon be making Ulysses look like easy reading by comparison?’ Since Franki had gone back to contemplating his shaven legs approvingly and didn’t seem likely to offer me refreshment, I gestured to the counter for a round of latte. The editor had warned me that some cyclists are a bit surly. All those lonely hours in the bathroom with just a razor for company has that effect, or so the editor said. I wouldn’t know: I don’t shave my legs. ‘This is Mr Andre Jute, the novelist and engineering and arts writer?’ I ventured. ‘He only wrote one long paragraph. That is hardly a congenital disease.’ But Franki Krygowski wasn’t having any. ‘In any case, Mr. Jute seems completely incapable of understanding that others' criteria may differ from his own.’ He looked up at the waitress serving our latte and flexed his knees apart an inch or two. ‘Keep ‘em coming,’ he said to her. ‘My friend will pay.’ I nodded meekly. I wondered if it would be out of my own pocket or if the editor would approve a few dollars out of petty cash to grease my first interview. Talking of grease, I now saw that the glint on Franki’s shaven legs was oil. Now Franki was giving me the inside gen on Shimano’s latest electronic Dura-Ace. How thrilling to speak to a real expert! ‘Yes,’ Franki said between slurps of latte, ‘an electronically and mechanically complex pile of parts may seem wonderful to certain people. For example: slowly pottering geriatrics, techno-complexity freaks, those who'll never ride enough to test reliability, and those for whom clicking a gear shifter is unbearably confusing. (And yes, one person may have all those attributes.)’ ‘Ooh,’ I said, taken a bit aback by Franki’s spiteful response to Mr Jute’s name in the internet posts on the table. ‘Isn’t that a bit politically incorrect?’ Franki waved the quibble away almost as if it offended him. He was on a roll now. ‘But others may prefer more control of cadence, power output and speed, as well as more range and repairability.’ I smiled encouragingly. ‘You’re so right. It says on Mr Jute’s netsite that he wouldn’t recommend Shimano’s electronics gears for offroading.’ It was the wrong thing to say, though I cannot imagine why the fact that Mr Jute agrees with him should infuriate Franki Krygowski so: ‘I recall an early electronic ignition system on my motorcycle literally emitting sparks and clouds of smoke after a ride in a mountain thunderstorm.’ The jellyrolls on Franki’s shaven legs quivered with his emotion. He was so red in the face, I decided I had enough; I didn’t want my first interviewee throwing a thombie. Franki didn’t notice me rising. As I paid for our latte, I heard him behind me confiding to the waitress: ‘I also recall bicycling on gravel roads in remotest North Dakota, when I couldn't begin to guess where the closest human being was. Not the time I'd want my bicycle to explode sparks, nor say "Warning! A firmware update is urgently needed!"’ ‘Aw, Franki,’ she said, ‘everyone knows you never rode any further than the depot on Main Street to pick up your subscription copy of Musclehead. And put those disgusting shaven legs under the table if you want to sit here for the rest of the day.’ --From A Cub Reporter’s Casebook of Unimportant Interviews ********* |
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A Cub Reporter¹s Casebook of Unimportant Interviews
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A Cub Reporter¹s Casebook of Unimportant Interviews
On Sep 9, 1:04*am, Michael Press wrote:
In article , *Andre Jute wrote: * On Sep 6, 8:19*pm, Michael Press wrote: Short intense paragraphs. Like this, Mikey? ******* I parked my tenspeed battery-drive stepthrough in front of the smartest caff in town and wondered if my bike was smart enough for Franki Krygowski, the noted cyclist and my first interview. The first part of Franki I saw were his shaven legs, sticking out at right angles to the table. I lifted up the cloth to see if there was an obstruction under the table but there was nothing. Franki was just showing off his shaven legs. ‘Nice legs,’ I said as I modestly disposed my own, fully clad, legs under the table. But Franki wasn’t interested in the niceties. Among the six empty latte cups on the table lay a wodge of printout from the internet, looking like it was from the famous rec.bicycles.tech. Ooh, I thought, now I will get an insight into the cutting edge. ‘"Stickinthemuddery" may be evidence of attempted creativity,’ Franki said suddenly, ‘or it may be evidence that Jute's inability to break paragraphs has now descended to the word level. Will he soon be making Ulysses look like easy reading by comparison?’ Since Franki had gone back to contemplating his shaven legs approvingly and didn’t seem likely to offer me refreshment, I gestured to the counter for a round of latte. The editor had warned me that some cyclists are a bit surly. All those lonely hours in the bathroom with just a razor for company has that effect, or so the editor said. I wouldn’t know: I don’t shave my legs. ‘This is Mr Andre Jute, the novelist and engineering and arts writer?’ I ventured. ‘He only wrote one long paragraph. That is hardly a congenital disease.’ But Franki Krygowski wasn’t having any. ‘In any case, Mr. Jute seems completely incapable of understanding that others' criteria may differ from his own.’ He looked up at the waitress serving our latte and flexed his knees apart an inch or two. ‘Keep ‘em coming,’ he said to her. ‘My friend will pay.’ I nodded meekly. I wondered if it would be out of my own pocket or if the editor would approve a few dollars out of petty cash to grease my first interview. Talking of grease, I now saw that the glint on Franki’s shaven legs was oil. Now Franki was giving me the inside gen on Shimano’s latest electronic Dura-Ace. How thrilling to speak to a real expert! ‘Yes,’ Franki said between slurps of latte, ‘an electronically and mechanically complex pile of parts may seem wonderful to certain people. For example: slowly pottering geriatrics, techno-complexity freaks, those who'll never ride enough to test reliability, and those for whom clicking a gear shifter is unbearably confusing. (And yes, one person may have all those attributes.)’ ‘Ooh,’ I said, taken a bit aback by Franki’s spiteful response to Mr Jute’s name in the internet posts on the table. ‘Isn’t that a bit politically incorrect?’ Franki waved the quibble away almost as if it offended him. He was on a roll now. ‘But others may prefer more control of cadence, power output and speed, as well as more range and repairability.’ I smiled encouragingly. ‘You’re so right. It says on Mr Jute’s netsite that he wouldn’t recommend Shimano’s electronics gears for offroading.’ It was the wrong thing to say, though I cannot imagine why the fact that Mr Jute agrees with him should infuriate Franki Krygowski so: ‘I recall an early electronic ignition system on my motorcycle literally emitting sparks and clouds of smoke after a ride in a mountain thunderstorm.’ The jellyrolls on Franki’s shaven legs quivered with his emotion. He was so red in the face, I decided I had enough; I didn’t want my first interviewee throwing a thombie. Franki didn’t notice me rising. As I paid for our latte, I heard him behind me confiding to the waitress: ‘I also recall bicycling on gravel roads in remotest North Dakota, when I couldn't begin to guess where the closest human being was. Not the time I'd want my bicycle to explode sparks, nor say "Warning! A firmware update is urgently needed!"’ ‘Aw, Franki,’ she said, ‘everyone knows you never rode any further than the depot on Main Street to pick up your subscription copy of Musclehead. And put those disgusting shaven legs under the table if you want to sit here for the rest of the day.’ --From A Cub Reporter’s Casebook of Unimportant Interviews ********* Yes. You still need to figure out why nobody is reading it. -- Michael Press Oh, I think the four people I wanted to read that read it very carefully. If anyone else read it, I hope they were entertained. But you're missing the point entirely, Mikey, though you cannot, with your hostile attitude, expect me to explain it to you. Franki Krygowski is, perhaps, just smart enough to know what the point is. Perhaps he wants to explain to you. You and he should take it offlist because you're now boring everyone else, even me. Andre Jute Targeted messages our speciality We always deliver |
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