Bloated Blog Bureaucracy
Mickey Kaus quips, "Andrew Sullivan has "small staff of four people to help him handle the blog" says NPR. Er, what's a "big" staff for a blog? . . . In ten short years Sullivan's created a bloated blog bureaucracy! "
Mickey Kaus quips, “Andrew Sullivan has “small staff of four people to help him handle the blog” says NPR. Er, what’s a “big” staff for a blog? . . . In ten short years Sullivan’s created a bloated blog bureaucracy.”
Indeed. Most of us have a staff of zero people helping us with the blog. Then again, it’s a wonderful model — he farms out the scut work, giving him more time to think and write. I’d love to have some some folks doing the research and collation that Sully’s gang does for him but, alas, can’t justify the expenditure.
And you might learn some interesting things about globalization, and the future, in the process.
All this reminds me of is the thought that my life would be much easier if I had
minionserr, a staff….
Maybe. The problem is that my threshold for useful interns is pretty much Andrew’s: Quite bright, well educated, and trainable in my sensibilities as to what’s interesting. There’s a decent pool of young graduates from good schools willing to work for peanuts to get their foot in the door at The Atlantic or even to work for Andrew Sullivan, who’s internationally renowned. Not so much OTB and James Joyner.
There are surely lots of bright folks in Bangalore and Delhi with few options who I could pay, say, $10 a day to go through my RSS feed and various aggregators and send me summaries and highlights. But I’m not sure it would be as useful.
Then again, it might be worth a try.
I think it would be an interesting experiment. I’d suggest asking your university contacts for names of profs they like in India, and then asking those profs to suggest students.
I got cats – do they count?
Seriously, if you need “staff” to run a blog you are doing something wrong.
It not only further removes you from the core basis of having one in the first place …
…it muddles the message.
I couldn’t afford the beer … er, coffee.