Hey, it looks like we’ve some new rules to play by, but we’ve been pretty good about abiding by them anyway – basically, you can’t be shilling something as a blogger without being up front about it.
You all know that we’re not paid to do this, right? That we don’t make a damn thing from the words we plug in here?
Because we aren’t. And we don’t. If we’re sent a tip, we let you know where it came from.
The only thing I don’t think we’ve reported is that when Brooke Gladstone came to Memphis a couple weeks ago, she insisted on buying our drinks at the Cove.
I tried to sneak my card to the bartender without her noticing, but it didn’t work. Some people just aren’t cut out for the ninja life.
But that was just a totally cool gesture of friendship anyway, not payment for services rendered. Because, really, I don’t know exactly who we’re pulling in with this blog, other than people who work in or are already obsessed with public radio. It’d be a terrible advertising/marketing tool, this blog. We’re preaching to the choir.
We write about and make fun of public radio because we love it, and only because we love it. That said, if someone at NPR, PRI, APM, or PRX wanted to give us money to write about them, we’d do it.
Hell, if they asked nicely for us to write about a new program, or even just an new story, we’d do it.
Seriously, drop us a line. We’re game.
Just thought I’d get that out there, because it sounded like Bob was looking our way during the whole “Endorsement Deal” piece.
This week’s recap was written by Matthew without any input from Kerry, who is currently in NYC on business, trying not to slip into Roller Derby Mode in Times Square. (The part about diving through people is fine; it’s the part about hip-checking strangers she has trouble with.)



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