Monday, November 26, 2007

A Proposal on Taking Your Newsmagazine to "The Next Level"

So the ridiculous/idiot company I work for asked me to reinterview for my job and present a proposal on taking Afrique Newsmagazine "to the next level." Below is the proposal I wrote, although I was let go before I was even allowed to deliver it--because Afrique is the worst magazine on earth. You've seen from my last post that there are no editorial standards whatsoever. They currently have someone from sales, someone with no editorial or art skills whatsoever, acting as the editor-in-chief and doing layout.



Above all, Afrique suffers from three things: lack of communication, poor management and disinterest.

Lack of communication – No one at Afrique seems to know what they’re supposed to be doing at any one time. Chomba asked me several times if I could do the layout and I said I would try to give my best shot. I had my stories but didn’t know what I was supposed to be doing or how I was supposed to be putting the magazine together with just that. I was waiting for some direction as to when we were going to press or even what would be in the magazine. Then Shomari announces that he’s doing the layout.

Why? Not to put down Shomari but he has no writing skills, he has no design skills, and he knows how to use Illustrator even less than I do.

It was the same when it came to the media kit. Everyone kept talking about putting together the media kit but no one actually wound up doing it because everyone thought it was some else’s job.

Even worse, I had no idea when and for what reasons Jeremiah and Kate left. No one told me for over a week. The only way I found out was by finally asking Margie what had happened. Jeremiah had set out a plan for the issue and the one after and when he disappeared there was no direction from the top to replace that. This resulted in the rather ridiculous situation of having no idea when or if the publication was going to come out. I had no idea what I was supposed to be doing or who was in charge of keeping the publication running. It’s difficult to reach above and beyond my responsibilities when I’m not even sure what those responsibilities are in the first place. Which leads me to…

Poor management – When I started working at Afrique, the company had 8 employees and was preparing to launch a second publication. We now have 3 employees, including myself, and we are barely able to produce one magazine. This is the fault of poor management.

Cat quit because the direction of Ethnic Family was arbitrarily changed at the last minute over her protests, after the stories had been written, after a media kit was made up, and after the magazine had already been conceptualized and approved for weeks. As you can see by the last month here, she was the person keeping this magazine running smoothly. When I asked her why she was quitting she came right out and said it: “the management.” Indeed, the single most egregious example of poor management is that Ethnic Family was never launched. At this rate probably never will be.

Another example of poor management, and maybe the most ludicrous thing that’s happened since I’ve been here was Chomba’s repeated demands that I be here at 9 o’clock. This would not have been a problem, except no one else was ever here, the door was locked, I did not have a key, and no one showed up until almost 10. Asking an employee to be here at a certain time and then making them wait an hour before they can even get through the door is disrespectful and, frankly, ridiculous. So I stopped coming at 9, at which point Chomba got angry and told me to be here at 9 again, even though I still didn’t have a key. So I was locked out again and despite my repeated requests for a key, I was only given one about two weeks ago. I have never before worked at a company where I was locked out at the time I was supposed to be there.

Management has offered no clear direction in the wake of Cat, Kate and Jeremiah’s dismissal and, in fact, seemed unconcerned about finding new writers and coming up with new stories to put together a September issue. Who is the editor now? Is Shomari? Am I? Who is writing for this publication? Heather B. Duke?

As near as I can tell, the managerial direction at Afrique consists only of time-wasting, recriminatory and condescending meetings that drag on and on with no apparent point. I have never left a meeting at Afrique with a clear understanding of what my responsibilities were or my timetable for completing them . This is especially true of meetings where the publisher was present, as he would arbitrarily change plans and deadlines and dismiss all criticism.

Disinterest – The biggest problem with Afrique, the problem that inspires the communication and management problems, is a lack of interest. The management seems distracted by other things. Indeed, Afrique seems like an afterthought. A publisher who cared about the future of his magazine would have taken charge to offer some direction after the loss of his editor-in-chief. He would have at least chosen a replacement. Jeremiah seemed to be taking on this role but within a week he was gone too and the November issue was left to drift.

In my short time here, employees have been asked repeatedly for proposals or plans to save the company. No one can do that but you. Usually when these plans are presented to management they are dismissed. At the next rambling, recriminatory meeting, the employees are then told they are not working hard enough. The problem as I see it is that the management does not inspire hard work in its employees. When you ask employees to be here by 9 but don’t show up yourself until 11 o’clock, what kind of message does that send? If you ask others to offer proposals to save the company and then reject their ideas and suggestions, why do you expect them to want to work harder?

I’ve constantly heard talk of how much better the magazine was run, how much more money it made, when you and Chomba did it alone. And yet, you leave the business to be run entirely by amateurs and students rather than taking control yourself. No one is going to care about Afrique as much as you will. How are your employees supposed to be inspired to reach above and beyond to make this magazine succeed when they don’t see any leadership? Why not train them to do a better job? Why not take them under your wing for a few days and show them exactly what to do and how to succeed instead of laying out endless meetings that go nowhere and offer no real direction?

You asked me for a proposal on how to take Afrique to "the next level." The only way to do that is with strong leadership and direction from the management. Only you can save this company. No one else can: not me, not Shomari. Just you. Otherwise Afrique will go exactly where Ethnic Family did: nowhere.

We have nursed one another, romanced one another, and wept for one another--ever since science taught us how.

Friday, November 23, 2007

"A Protest against Heavens."

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

this was once the future.

Sunday, November 18, 2007

"A Dinner Party for Seven Inflatable People."

Saturday, November 17, 2007

human history is not the history of flesh and blood and bone. it is a chronicle of costumes.

Thursday, November 15, 2007

The state of education between the Black Man and Woman

I work at a newsmagazine targeting the African diaspora community in Chicago. It is ridiculous. Everyone in editorial has been fired except for me and no one told me for over a week. This is a very real example of a freelance story we got from someone the publisher recruited himself. This should give you a good idea of how fucking ludicrous and amateurish this place is. I present to you in totally unedited form, the godawful writings of Heather B. Duke. All spelling, grammar and logic mistakes left intact for you, the reader. The horror starts with the title.




The state of education between the Black Man and Woman

The education of Black men and women are in a Sad State so many black men have many environmental factors that are key as to why they do not pursue and succeed in receiving higher education it starts at a young age. A black boy feels the school system isn’t for him, it can’t provide for his current living conditions dysfunctional home life, dangerous neighborhood plagued by gangs, crime, and drugs. In most cases the dysfunctional home life involves a single black mother, who is tired of trying to put food on the table and pay bills.

The young black boys feel they have to survive and provide for their family. At a tender age he has to be “Daddy and the man of the household”. Lost between two identities he struggles to find his place with the alarming statistics surrounding him such as school dropout, unemployment, and prison. “Black male achievement begins to decline as early as the fourth grade and by high school studies show black males are more likely to drop out of school. In 2001 only 42.8% graduated from high school. The Homicide rate among black young males and men are higher than any other race.”(According to Ervin Dyer title Series will explore the perils successes of young black men April 19, 2007).

Black women are highly educated (Bachelor’s etc). One might ask why: well after we complete high school we have no other options but to attend college because the lack of jobs available, working in retail or McDonalds), aren’t very appealing, black women feel it’s easier to go to college than work. What happens to Black Men? They don’t realize or recognize that education can increase economic stability and accepting a minimum wage job just so they can survive will not motivate them to want to make changes. Another factor that plagues men from going to college is the tuition black males cannot get financial assistance if a person has any drug or federal convictions.

How can we change the state of education among young black males? We first must understand that the psychological, environmental, and emotional factors must be resolved. Young black boys need to understand school is a place for them; it’s not their sole responsibility to provide for their family. Teachers, guidance counselors, grammar schools through high schools need to encourage and support them regardless of their academic status. If young black males are made to feel school is not for them but the streets are drugs, gangs, dropout rates will continue to rise: educators, politicians, and parents lets Rise and Roll up our sleeves and take a stand.

Thank you Heather B. Duke



No Heather, thank you.

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

New look.

Lemme know if you like. Lemme know if you vehemently hate. Don't tell me if you're indifferent, you goddamn fence-sitter.

Saturday, November 10, 2007

Free the dark data from all your failed experiments.

Thursday, November 8, 2007

write a story that runs in two parallel columns from two different perspectives. two people meet for the first time and their individual running thoughts are each contained in one of the columns. The only words that cross between columns are dialogue unless there are mispronunciations or misunderstandings.

does this make sense?

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

Write a one-line story that includes 7 pages of foot notes.

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

Meltwater

The summer had been good. That much had been clear. The summer been almost idyllic, almost like when they first met, when they were first learning each other’s charms, each other’s surfaces, when everything was still new and exiting, when flaws were accepted as ornaments, as tiny gems that revealed deeper character, before they grew, before they overtook everything, spreading like cracks in a dying wall. That was what the summer was like.

They were in love again, maybe. Maybe. So Don proposed. He hadn’t thought much about it, in fact he had been dreaded her mother's repeated questions on the subject as recently as that spring. He hadn't thought much about it, he just did it. He didn’t even have a ring, just a pen which he used to draw a crude but beautiful little ballpoint ring on Shell's finger until the next day when they chose a real one that gleamed like snow and meltwater, that gleamed like her flaws.

Don proposed and Shell said what the hell? She actually said it, What the hell? Not Yes or Yeah or Okay or even Sure but What the hell? As in What else am I doing with my life? What do I have to lose? She said what the hell and in the spirit of the spontaneous proposal, the nonchalant acceptance, and the silly ring of ink they had planned a quick wedding, a whirlwind engagement of only a few months before the passion ran thin, before the summer became the winter again. They had planned a quick wedding but they had not planned the postponement. Or the next one. Or the next. Or the extra weight, the bruised expectations and the bruising sky.

And now the snow was lying in thick ropes outside, covering everything like cracked makeup, like dry cake and grease, like whispered words that turned to steam.

And now the snow was painting the world into unfamiliar shades and unfamiliar shapes.

And now it was cold.

And now it was winter again.

And now Shell--her voice catching in her throat, her eyes cracking like breathing glass, her body swelling like ripened telegrams dangling from the clouds at night--now Shell was an unfamiliar shape too.