Monday, February 11, 2008

Writing About Yourself in the Third Person

Writing About Yourself in the Third Person, or How I Got Hired to Blog (or really, just post links and write blurbs about them).

Through a strange twist of events (the way so many things seem to happen these days), I have somehow landed myself a gig writing a weekly column for the Make Magazine blog about stuff from Japan. As part of my introduction to the readership, I had to write a little blurb about myself in the third person. If you've ever had to do this, then you know how weird this can be. What do you really say about yourself? Who cares, right? In addition to trying to make myself seem qualified to write this column, I had to try to make it interesting and to have a sense of humility. I've subscribed to their blog for a while now, and I have seen other new writer introductions (obviously written by the people themselves, and with even weirder pictures than mine, if you can believe that), and I tried to remind myself that IT REALLY DOESN'T MATTER. Nobody really cares, in the grand scheme of things. It's hard to remember that sometimes, ya know.

Anyway, so my column is called "Made in Japan," and I do a weekly showcase of links to interesting DIY projects from Japan. In a way, it's a dream job, because it combines things that I am already interested in, it doesn't involved actually going anywhere to do the work, and it hopefully won't take up too much time. Plus, it's kind of fun. I have been a subscriber to the paper version of Make for a while now, and I can honestly say that I anticipate every issue as if it was a tasty meal.* It is a fun day when I see it in the mailbox. The only other magazine that I think I would be more honored to work for would be Arthur, but I don't really have any skills that I could offer them, since I don't know any shamans, and I only own like four noise tapes. It would also be cool to do something maybe for Wired, or Modern Drummer. Those would be cool too.

So there ya go, here's the introduction, and here's the first installment. Check it.

P.S. Am I doomed because I used an emoticon in my first post? Hmmmmm.

*The phrase "looking forward to ____ as if it were a tasty meal" comes from Ben Bussell, who I'm told used that phrase to describe how much he looked forward to going to Andy Hollinden's class "The Music of Frank Zappa" at Indiana University. I also took this class from the legendary Andy Hollinden, and I think the tasty meal analogy is pretty much right on. But... what if the meal consisted of a Burnt Weenie Sandwich. That's the name of a Zappa album. Weird, huh?

4 comments:

Kino said...

take my word. you could definitely write for arthur mag.

my bartender from the bar around the corner is a columnist. he's good, but i think you'd be better.

although you are right. knowing a shaman wouldn't hurt.

rachel said...

Congrats on the gig! And from the looks of your column, they hired the right guy.

You think bios are bad, I once had to write an entire letter of reference about myself for a fellowship app as if it was my teacher writing, because she was too busy and said I could remember specific things better than she could. Talk about getting weirded out in the third person. I wrote it, she signed it, I ended up getting the gig and sending her a prompt thank-you. And I bought myself a beer, too.

M. H. D. said...

Maybe I will send in my opinion piece about Guitar Hero to Arthur. Ha!


I've written a few letters of recommendation for myself as well. Professors, they say "I think you know best what they are looking for, and you know what you have to offer" and then I bring it in, and they sign off on it. It's very strange indeed. I think to myself, can I really be this flattering? Is the person who is actually supposed to be writing this going to think I am going too far with this praise? But, in the end, that has never happened.

Chris Foresman said...

Hilarious. I just got a job writing for Infinite Loop this week.

Check it: Articles by Chris Foresman.

Way to go man. We are now famous on the interblags.