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Welcome back!
Will it now be you in all the pics of people speaker wrangling for JA?
All the best, man.
Ariel and I kept in touch, and, one winter day, prior to an Open End show at the Iron Monkey in Paulus Hook, during which I was crazily infatuated with a beautiful, vinyl-loving girl (another story altogether), Ariel mentioned that he’d be interested in a full-time position with Stereophile. I was happy to hear this, and I told Ariel to hold tight because there might be an opportunity in the future.
Ariel held tight. Months later, he sent me an e-mail, basically checking in and reiterating his interest. Cosmically, that very day, we were given the green light to hire a full-time editorial assistant! Oh, Lord, my prayers had been answered. I let Ariel know, and he was psyched.
After moving forward with the whole, official interview process, we all felt that Ariel would be the man for the job. While other candidates could certainly do the job, Ariel actually wanted the job, and that makes all the difference. And here he is. Ariel’s first day as our full-time editorial assistant was July 30th, nearly ten years to the day I started as editorial assistant. I’m very happy to have him with us. And now I can finally, honestly say I’m not the young guy anymore.
you have my hair now. we have the same hair. remember when you told me that mom and dad weren't my real parents and that I was actually an alien child and that I had a bar-code on the back of my ear? I was pretty traumatized, but thanks to you goldie locks, I can finally, definitely confirm that i am not an orphan alien child. we actually have the exact same hair. ...maybe you're just an alien child too. either way, mazal tov brosky.
Ariel, haven't seen you in a while, but man, that's some head'o'hair! (Yeah, just jealous, you got that right!) I know you usually show up to work in a seersucker suit, yellow socks, penny loafers, a RLauren monogrammed shirt and ascot, so someone must have caught you after an evening at the Shrunken Head (no personal relation). Congrats to you, Stephen (uh, my back!), and the magazine, you're a fine "edition". Do I get a badaBOOM?!