Tag Archives: self-promotion

…is in a book

Hey, I’m in a book

My hangover remedy from this interview more than a year ago made the cut for Stuart’s new guide to living on the cheap worldwide. I think this is my frist book appearance (which is not to be confused at all with this book, which is not me). Read more about it here. And pick up that book!

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Hey!

I launched a new website! So fresh and so clean clean compared to the previous serviceable but technically anachronistic webface. It’s funny how simplifying a web page can take way longer and be much more complicated than creating a ludicrously loud one littered with links.

check it out, whynot? www.timdonnelly.com. It just screams “hire me for your special projects investigations desk/hip young sarcastic magazine” doesn’t it?

Humor on deep background

Esoteric journonerd comic, via the always entertaining Ironic Sans:

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The Year in Cracked Rearview

Seeing as I spend a lot of time writing here — which I do because I enjoy, though it’s hard to escape the feeling of always standing on a ledge and squealing into the abyss, along with thousands of other people who are screaming into their own self-indulgent voids — I figured I should give some content a small chance at a second life. Here then are the top 10 Inverted Soapbox posts of 2010, by traffic numbers. I’m not posting the actual traffic stats (because they would reveal exactly how vast and echoing the void truly is), and I will note that a vast majority of traffic to this site still comes from random google image searching, lingering Hipster Grifter fans or sloppy Beth Costentino stalkers. But a few, like the Chipotle one and the Amazon packaging rant, actually made legitimate rounds, though I was sad to see my interview with Darius Rucker did not create the huge traffic boost I was hoping for. YA USED ME DARIUS.

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Nutsackett Up (shameless self-promotion)

Dear blog reader(s?) —

As any of you who has attempted to have a conversation with me well knows, the reason I write so prolifically is because my ability to speak coherently has all but completely atrophied over the years into a miasma of stuttered sentences, awkward pauses and more “likes” than a Kanye Facebook status. Despite this, people have recently started asking me to talk out loud in front of small crowds

As such, fellow Brokelynite Beth Hoyt has invited me to ruin what is usually a very nice (and free) evening of storytelling at The Sackett bar in Park Slope this coming Wednesday at 8 p.m., where I will be sandwiched between several people who are much better at this than I (see below). Continue reading

Inverted Soapbox’s terribly awkward first reading ever

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issue 1

So I contributed to a zine. Yes it’s 1995. Perhaps you had been wondering this whole time why I wear this flannel so much.

It’s called The Teckas, There’s a reading tomorrow night at the zine’s eponymous (backwards) bar, The Sackett, a cozy friendly little pub in a hidden corner of Park Slope. Also, I get to read something, which is the first time ever I’ve been asked to do that since like elementary school. The theme is unclaimed space, and I wrote about witnessing the fledgling attempts to claim the barren space of the Hilton Head live music scene as new venues opened a few years back, before it all went tits up. I know! Your excitement is crescendoing! It’s probably only matched by my terrible self-consciousness about writing in all forms!

Here’s the deets, via Brokelyn

(5/19) Hey, remember zines? They were those awesome tactile little portable blogs you carried around before your first AOL account, with all the handmade charm of cut-and-paste formatting in the pre-Wordpress era. They were a cultural barometer of a neighborhood, record shop or book store. And they could be again. Our good friends at The Sackett are paying homage to the glory days of zines with their own publication, The Tekcas. If you’re like us, and still have that soft-spot for the printed word, you won’t want to miss Thursday’s launch party at the cozy Park Slope bar.

The bar’s owners, Michael and Ann, are releasing The Tekcas (Sackett backwards) with a 9 p.m. reading. Issue 1 of the bi-annual zine features stories and artwork by customers (including yours truly) on the theme of unclaimed space. The theme was inspired by the empty, unused lot across the street from the bar that, although barren, is still protected by a security fence. Want to hear rambled tales of heartbreak and horror from the unclaimed music scene of coastal South Carolina, accompanied by food and drink specials?? If so, you know where to be Thursday (661 Sackett St., between Fourth and Fifth Aves.)

Mandatory self-promotion.

From one of my favorite-named blogs of all time, Broke-Ass Stuart’s goddamn website – The Broke Ass of the Week.

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