No, I’m Not Changing the Title of This Blog

This post is in response to his suggestion that I should change the title (and the tagline(s)) if I want more readers.

Here’s my non-lengthy reply: No.

The title of this blog has a deep and rich history that dates back to days well before the blog itself (which, by the way, is closing in on a five year anniversary). In high school, I wrote a column for the school paper whose range of topics was even more random than this blog. If I recall, I was called to the job because the editor needed a columnist and I agreed to do the job so long as I could choose the title of the column. Since I was going to write about “my me my, what I think, what I like, what I know, what I want, what I see,” as Tobey Keith so rythematically put it in his catchy “I Wanna Talk About Me,” the phrase “The World According to Joe” seemed like the perfect fit. The editor didn’t disagree, and he added more color to the column by adding a logo of a man standing on top of the world.

 

To Eagles Preparing for Senior Year: Commit to Writing a Senior Thesis

This entry is part 2 of 6 in the series Letter to an Eagle

A senior thesis, though, will become much more than a leading item to place in your resumé under your “Education,” which is to say that it will be more substantively meaningful than the double major that you chased against my advice. It will be a rare opportunity for you to establish a specialty without going to grad school and despite attending a general studies liberal arts school. It will become the simple answer to the question, “what did you accomplish in college?”

 

Reading Isn’t What It Used to Be, and That’s a Good Thing

Now that I’m working as a lawyer, I’m mired in the world of writing from hell, where letters start with “Reference is hereby made to….” and “effect” is used as a verb. But I have now been released from the world in which reading is associated with words like “required” and “grades,” so I can seek refuge by setting my own terms on what I read. Remembering what primary and secondary school reading was like, the most important condition I’ve set is that the material has to be entertaining. This automatically disqualifies books by John Grisham, whose books have become more dreadful with each new release since “The Streetlawyer.” It also makes non-fiction a distrustful category because reality is mostly a bore.

 
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