About a month ago, a man named Joeff Davis rang my cell phone. He identified himself as a photographer with Creative Loafing. “I need to photograph you for our upcoming ‘Best Of’ issue,” said Davis, whose first name is pronounced “johf.”
“Does this mean I’m going to be the ‘best of’ something?” I asked.
“Can’t tell ya that. Sorry,” was the answer. “When can I shoot you?”
I figured the editors of that magazine had run out of local blogs, and had defaulted onto this one as a “best of” in Atlanta. It didn’t make much sense though, given that this blog packed more punch prior to my employment at WXIA, and the Loaf had never acknowledged it then (except in irregular links in the daily “fresh loaf.”)
The “editor’s choice” arguably carries more prestige than the “reader’s choice.” CL typically does a brief write-up on the “editor” winners, as was the case with this year’s Best Celebrity, Kevin Gillespie’s beard. The shameless egomaniac in me would have welcomed a glowing graf in the Loaf.
Fast forward to last week, when the “Best Of” issue hit the streets. Pecanne Log got the writeup for best local blog, again. The wife found me under “Reader’s Choice: Best Local TV, Magazine or Newspaper Reporter.” I got my name in print, plus a photo online, but no writeup. (Readers’ Choice for Best Blog was a blog I’d never read called The Quick + Dirty Dirty. It appears to a be a lively, photo-filled blog about the nightlife and shopping exploits of two young Atlanta women. Congrats to them, Pecanne Log, and Brook.)
In 2004, Mrs. LAF lovingly and shamelessly launched a mini-campaign to get her pals to enter my name in the “Best Local TV or News Reporter” category, and it worked. The Loaf gave me a piece of printed cardboard, suitable for framing. Mrs. LAF framed it, and hung it alongside her 2000 “Editor’s Choice: Best Radio DJ” award.
I was amused by the backhanded swipe that the “Best Local TV or News Reporter” award gave to the TV industry. It was during the time when newspaper folk still had a bit of a superiority complex, generally speaking, vis a vis your TV news goonfolk. The award clearly suggested that one could be a TV reporter, or a news reporter, but not both.
By 2010, CL had gone into bankruptcy, downsized its still-lively newspaper and generously revised its category title. By putting newspaper, magazine and TV reporters in the same category, it seems to acknowledge that we’re all equally capable, institutionally-speaking, of covering news.
Mrs. LAF admits to one posting on Facebook encouraging friends to submit “best of” entries to the Loaf this summer. She included me with Criminal Records, Aurora Coffee and other mainstays. It was a casual, one-off post, she insists. She wants me to believe that the people actually rose up and anointed me organically. I believe her.
I also believe that no campaigning benefited The Quick + Dirty Dirty. And OJ Simpson is innocent.