2000nov29. The November 27th issue of the New Yorker (Chris Ware cover; I’d point to it on the New Yorker website but everyone laughs at the New Yorker website because it is horrible and puny and sad) has an article by Randy Rothman entitled “My Fake Job.” Requiring a bit of structure to his unemployed life to get some freelance writing done, Randy walked into a random internet company, sized up an empty desk, and began his “job.” And kept coming back. You could go to Barnes and Noble, sit down in a comfy chair, read this article, and then leave. I’ve got things all mapped out for you, this Randy Rothman reading mini-mission. You let me know how things work out.
