My parents once did an awful and wonderful thing to me. I was, let’s say 11-ish, and I really, really, really wanted a Nintendo. The price of a Nintendo at that time was $99. I earned a base allowance of $5 a week, plus a quarter for every load of laundry I folded. My parents told me that if I wanted something as frivolous as a Nintendo, I was going to have to earn it myself. And so, I started saving. And folding.
Friday Announcement: Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
There is a lot to be excited about this weekend. First, Daylight Savings Times ends, meaning the Annual Best Night of Sleep Ever celebration is upon us. Plan your leisurely Sunday brunches accordingly. Also, for childless adult like myself who spend the second half of October pretending like Halloween is something they’re going to do, the stress of that farce is officially over. As if those two things aren’t exciting enough, this weekend kicks off a very exciting, month-long, Swedish Lessons-related event.
What is it?!
The non-controversy of writing for free
There’s been a bit of buzz round the internet over the past few days about the apocalyptic scenario in which we writers find ourselves. Some people don’t want to pay us, it seems, and some people are all in a huff about it.
It seems to have been kicked off by a New York Times opinion column titled, “Slaves of the Internet Unite.” So it’s pretty clear where that piece landed. It was funny, clever and established the skill and experience of the writer says he is constantly barraged with requests for free content. I found him charming, but his argument started going south for me around here:
Natalie Burg 