writing

On The Problems Of Comping In Food Writing

It’s funny because when I blogged about health and diet I was often accused of being a shill for meat or dairy or whatever. I wasn’t, but now writing about restaurants I actually am now in a minefield and worry I might become a shill if I’m not careful. That’s because of something few people are willing to talk about, which is comps: free meals or other food products paid for by PR companies, restaurants or other food and drink producers.

Fixing The Broken Pitching Process

I wrote yesterday about how most writing outlets are mired in the status quo. But how do we get out of that? One way would be to level the playing field to allow new writers to more easily get their work seen. That would require reforming the pitching process.

Why Don't You Become A Full Time Writer?: Comparing sexism and career paths in tech and writing

Earlier this week another writer took to twitter to criticize an article by one of my staff because a header picture didn’t contain the subjects of the article and was unlabeled. Then he called us amateurs.

This confused me, because like me and the author of the article, this particular writer has a second profession. Then he said it was a matter of whether you are paid or not.

Food Writing This Week: Sous Vide, Pastry, & More

Since I was named the editor of the Food & Drink Section at Chicagoist, I haven't had as much time to blog here. A lot my writing there isn't going to be particularly interesting unless you live in Chicago, but I have a scattering of pieces that might appeal to a broader audience I will highlight here from time to time with commentary. 

Chicagoist Pieces

I did a stint as a guest writer at Chicagoist and wrote a couple of pieces. Most might be kind of boring if you don't live in Chicago, but there are a couple that are of more general interest. 

Oranges of Hieronymus Bosch

There was stirring all around me there. Little sqeaking and whirs, as if the heavy brush and golden dry grasses were a flammable machine. I couldn't believe how dry it was there. It seemed incredible that with all the potential sparks in the old barn full of rusted farm machinery, that this wasn't a place of eternal fire.