Seven Second Delay to The New York Times: Sell My Shorts
On January 10th, Andy Breckman and I paid tribute to the unfunniest humor column in the unfunniest newspaper on earth. We're speaking of course about the column Metropolitan Diary, in each Monday's New York Times. You can hear the entire show here (streaming Realaudio).
In the course of the show, Andy and I speculated as to the components of the ideal Metropolitan Diary entry. The key components, we realized, were pithy tales of the filthy rich which were A) overheard, B) overwritten and C) dealing with the stock market. Listener Amy called in to say that little kids with stock portfolios would be a sure winner (streaming realaudio), then Andy concocted the perfect overheard comment by an adorable five year old who was concerned that his stock broker daddy wanted to "sell his shorts," (streaming realaudio) and then Irwin put the icing on the cake by suggesting that the entry be overwritten by using the word "consternation" to describe the tyke's concerns (streaming realaudio).
So we had the kernel of a perfect Metropolitan Diary entry, but by then, Andy of course had lost the will to live and became more obsessed with talking to an actual Metropolitan Diary diarist than with writing the perfect letter.
Fortunately, listener Robin picked up the baton and wrote up the perfect entry. She submitted it to the comments section of the Seven Second Delay blog (link to comment), and blogmaster Andrea submitted the letter to the Times.
Lo and Behold, the perfect Metropolitan Diary entry is published in today's Paper of Record, on page B2 of the Metro Section, at the very end of the column. You can also see it online here until they yank it. Any guesses how long that will take?
UPDATE: It took about six hours from the publication of this article for The Times to remove the entry from the online edition of February 12th's Metropolitan Diary. If only they had corrected Judith Miller's errors as quickly...
Haha, great!
But,
Andrea Silenzi? I thought you were going to use Andy's name, Ken?
Posted by: GBR | February 12, 2007 at 02:32 PM
*standing ovation*
Posted by: Elliott | February 12, 2007 at 02:35 PM
Ken... I just had to send you this link, I loved it. It has nothing to do with anything but you will love it....
http://www.dagbladet.no/tv/?clipid=3441
(Bikini bandits)
james
Posted by: james t | February 12, 2007 at 04:50 PM
There was another stupid coffee one in this weeks:
[quote]DEAR Diary:
Sign spotted in an East Side deli window: “Gourmet-flavored Coffee.”
Yum. Chris Atkins[/quote]
What the hell does that even mean?
Anyways, kudos...
Posted by: \_escarpment | February 12, 2007 at 05:48 PM
As of now (about 7:15 pm EST), I'm not seeing it. Though I do recall it being there this morning.
Posted by: Richard | February 12, 2007 at 07:17 PM
Richard - you are correct, they have pulled it from the online edition.
The next test will be to see if they issue a correction about it.
I'm sure the gawker mention hastened the item's demise:
-ken
Posted by: Station Manager Ken | February 12, 2007 at 07:23 PM
Hah! It was there during the day, but it is indeed gone now.
Posted by: John Fink | February 12, 2007 at 07:30 PM
Gone!!! 6 hours tops.
Posted by: dominic | February 12, 2007 at 07:42 PM
Aww, jeez. Well, I'm glad I caught it.
Next up: Andy trying to pose and submit at a kooky-kaptioned pix for Vice Magazine's Fashion Do's and Don't's.
By the way: back to Retchropolitan Diary, In Ellen Fuch's Valentine dirge; Is "bling" a typo?
Posted by: Raj | February 12, 2007 at 08:38 PM
You've captured the essence of obnoxiously-monied New Yorkers perfectly. But you can't stop here! Can Ken and Andy need to don their tuxes and crash some society fundraiser, photographed sipping champaign with Kitty Carlisle Hart for the Sunday "Evening Hours" section. Or how about they stage a fake gay wedding photo for submission? The possibilities are endless..................
Posted by: Dale Hazelton | February 13, 2007 at 08:30 AM