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imomusLast week someone played a cruel hoax on me. Out of the blue I got this email from some guy calling himself "JP" and purporting to be an editor at the New York Times's T magazine. This "JP" told me he loved my blog, and asked if I'd like my own regular weekly slot on The Moment, T's blog on the New York Times site.
Now, this was already stretching credibility pretty thin, considering that the New York Times -- in the shape of a book review by David Kamp -- had just described Click Opera as "dullsville". Then again, the "Gray Lady" is "a many-tentacled animal", as I wrote in my riposte to Kamp the other week. (Are octopuses animals? Well, are newspapers ladies?) The scenario wasn't totally impossible. I decided, cleverly, to play the dupe role, but resolved not to say anything on Click Opera.
Some premature trumpet-blowing announcement was surely what my hoaxers -- if that's what they were -- wanted. Their plan was obvious: to show that, mere days after dissing a Times reviewer as "snobby" and the Gray Lady's style commentary as "fumbling" and "percolated", I was eager to grab at the chance to write for the paper. Mere days after declaring myself against hypocrisy, I'd be a great big fat yellow one with dollar signs for eyes and a long gray lady's gown. Mere minutes after I'd trumpeted this "new job" to the world, the hoaxers would strike, declaring that they'd made the whole thing up.
Of course, I was on to them from the get-go. I wasn't born yesterday. For a start, when you looked at the long headers in JP's mail, you found that what was ostensibly a New York Times address was actually a gmail account with a different reply-to address. What's more, the account was on Pacific District Time, not New York time. I mean, I guess Google runs on PDT, so maybe that's possible too, but, you know, oops, guys!
Still, I played along. I could have fun with this, at least. After checking out The Moment blog -- lots of stuff about rooftop pools, watches as expensive as houses, and a wine review column about perfume (simply divine decadence, darling!) -- I decided to pull this "editor"'s leg. I proposed a regular slot in The Moment called "The Post-Materialist". The American economy, I said, was sliding into recession, and soon all this luxury bling stuff would be painful to read. It would have people jumping off roofs rather than bathing in rooftop pools. Instead, I said, why not stress eco and ethical design, and make cheapskate lifestyles look glam? That way, people can lose everything and still feel they're gaining.
Well, "JP" seemed to go for that idea (though he rejected another one in which I proposed taking weekly photos of Berlin down-and-outs wrapped in tramp blankets and repackaging them as, in Salvador Dali's term, "concentrics" -- people with enough personal style and magnetism to make the world accept whatever rags they wore as "a strong statement").
So, anyway, I wrote a little article, 300 words or so, about a designer who remixes football scarves, some posters for the Jewish Museum, and a series of stark philosophy paperbacks issued by a Berlin publishing collective. All legit, and illustrated with snaps I'd taken. It read rather well -- I almost wished a real newspaper were publishing it. Maybe I'd try flogging it, later, to the Arbroath Gazette.
I began to realize what a formidable team of hoaxers I was up against when, two days ago, a genuine-looking contract arrived from "The New York Times". The care with the logos, the fonts, the legalistic language that went on for pages... I had to credit these guys, they were master forgers. The world lost a great team of lawyers -- not to mention graphic designers -- when they decided to become scammers. Then yesterday came the most extraordinary development of all. There was my piece, Berlin Generics, published on an exact replica of the New York Times website, somehow doctored to display the actual web address of the New York Times!
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The work they'd put into this replica of The Moment was extraordinary -- almost as much work, in fact, as editing and publishing The Moment itself. They'd written all these pieces, taken all these photos, tasted all that perfume, just for my benefit. It was touching. These were some of the hardest-working, most talented scammers around. Dangerous people to have as your enemies, that's for sure.
So far these guys have been good -- very good. At this point they've almost got me believing in the whole set-up myself. I wouldn't be surprised if they now go on to offer me some kind of cash payment, just to keep me sweet, keep me playing along, and make the sting sweeter and bigger when it comes. But they'll make a slip eventually. Nobody's perfect, not even these smooth criminals. So I'm going to stay cool and smooth too. I'm going to keep writing real-looking articles which appear on that real-looking New York Times site. We'll see whose poker face cracks first. Let's just hope they don't read this, or my little game with their little game will be up, buster.
Now, this was already stretching credibility pretty thin, considering that the New York Times -- in the shape of a book review by David Kamp -- had just described Click Opera as "dullsville". Then again, the "Gray Lady" is "a many-tentacled animal", as I wrote in my riposte to Kamp the other week. (Are octopuses animals? Well, are newspapers ladies?) The scenario wasn't totally impossible. I decided, cleverly, to play the dupe role, but resolved not to say anything on Click Opera.Some premature trumpet-blowing announcement was surely what my hoaxers -- if that's what they were -- wanted. Their plan was obvious: to show that, mere days after dissing a Times reviewer as "snobby" and the Gray Lady's style commentary as "fumbling" and "percolated", I was eager to grab at the chance to write for the paper. Mere days after declaring myself against hypocrisy, I'd be a great big fat yellow one with dollar signs for eyes and a long gray lady's gown. Mere minutes after I'd trumpeted this "new job" to the world, the hoaxers would strike, declaring that they'd made the whole thing up.
Of course, I was on to them from the get-go. I wasn't born yesterday. For a start, when you looked at the long headers in JP's mail, you found that what was ostensibly a New York Times address was actually a gmail account with a different reply-to address. What's more, the account was on Pacific District Time, not New York time. I mean, I guess Google runs on PDT, so maybe that's possible too, but, you know, oops, guys!
Still, I played along. I could have fun with this, at least. After checking out The Moment blog -- lots of stuff about rooftop pools, watches as expensive as houses, and a wine review column about perfume (simply divine decadence, darling!) -- I decided to pull this "editor"'s leg. I proposed a regular slot in The Moment called "The Post-Materialist". The American economy, I said, was sliding into recession, and soon all this luxury bling stuff would be painful to read. It would have people jumping off roofs rather than bathing in rooftop pools. Instead, I said, why not stress eco and ethical design, and make cheapskate lifestyles look glam? That way, people can lose everything and still feel they're gaining.Well, "JP" seemed to go for that idea (though he rejected another one in which I proposed taking weekly photos of Berlin down-and-outs wrapped in tramp blankets and repackaging them as, in Salvador Dali's term, "concentrics" -- people with enough personal style and magnetism to make the world accept whatever rags they wore as "a strong statement").
So, anyway, I wrote a little article, 300 words or so, about a designer who remixes football scarves, some posters for the Jewish Museum, and a series of stark philosophy paperbacks issued by a Berlin publishing collective. All legit, and illustrated with snaps I'd taken. It read rather well -- I almost wished a real newspaper were publishing it. Maybe I'd try flogging it, later, to the Arbroath Gazette.
I began to realize what a formidable team of hoaxers I was up against when, two days ago, a genuine-looking contract arrived from "The New York Times". The care with the logos, the fonts, the legalistic language that went on for pages... I had to credit these guys, they were master forgers. The world lost a great team of lawyers -- not to mention graphic designers -- when they decided to become scammers. Then yesterday came the most extraordinary development of all. There was my piece, Berlin Generics, published on an exact replica of the New York Times website, somehow doctored to display the actual web address of the New York Times!
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The work they'd put into this replica of The Moment was extraordinary -- almost as much work, in fact, as editing and publishing The Moment itself. They'd written all these pieces, taken all these photos, tasted all that perfume, just for my benefit. It was touching. These were some of the hardest-working, most talented scammers around. Dangerous people to have as your enemies, that's for sure.
So far these guys have been good -- very good. At this point they've almost got me believing in the whole set-up myself. I wouldn't be surprised if they now go on to offer me some kind of cash payment, just to keep me sweet, keep me playing along, and make the sting sweeter and bigger when it comes. But they'll make a slip eventually. Nobody's perfect, not even these smooth criminals. So I'm going to stay cool and smooth too. I'm going to keep writing real-looking articles which appear on that real-looking New York Times site. We'll see whose poker face cracks first. Let's just hope they don't read this, or my little game with their little game will be up, buster.
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post contempary
Date: 2008-04-11 11:12 pm (UTC)being honest has its rewards doesnt it?
the world has always been this sad
hasnt it..
now for something completely the same
it is for better or worster
and now poorer is richer
i like those art guys that followed fluxus
doing nothing
is something is it
i dunno whats safe anymore
Re: post contempary
Date: 2008-04-12 10:02 am (UTC)I think there is no hoax. I think this is Nicks way of telling us he's got a job with New york times.
am i right? well played sir...well played
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Date: 2008-04-11 11:56 pm (UTC)Yes and no.
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Date: 2008-04-12 01:06 am (UTC)The game is afoot!
Date: 2008-04-12 01:47 am (UTC)Those poor saps don't stand a chance.
Ain't you never seen a sunset?
Date: 2008-04-12 02:04 am (UTC)Re: The game is afoot!
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Date: 2008-04-12 02:01 am (UTC)To the side, you'll see it actually links to the blog within the site. It wouldn't do this if it wasn't affiliated to the NYTimes.
Maybe you have actually landed a job with the NYTimes and you're being paranoid? Either way, you win. If it's a hoax, you can say "I KNEW IT! I'M SHARP AS A FUCKING FOX!" and if its not, you've got yourself a job with the NYTimes (albeit wiping egg off your face, but you'll be wiping it off with dollar bills they've sent you)
How much have they offered to pay you by the way? Seeing as you believe they're hoaxers you won't mind saying what they've offered you...
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Date: 2008-04-12 03:07 am (UTC)The other commenters already pointed out that, that blog really does apppear to be part of the NYTimes and has archives going back. And there is no dummy url or redirection as far as I can tell....
And couldn't the two email addresses just be the guy using his work email to email you and having the reply sent to his personal (gmail) account?
As for being called dullsville, surely this David Kamp fellow, no matter how well known he is, is just another contributer to the NYTimes, which has many many bloggers and columnists and other writers. It was just his personal opinion, I don't think he speaks for the entire paper.
As for setting you up for hypocrisy (again unless this is some elaborate joke on your readers, shame on you) it seems a little self-centered and unlikely to think that your readers would go through all this trouble to seem authentic just to say "haha fooled you."
Not to mention you don't exactly attract that kind of techy/legalistic crowd anyway....
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Date: 2008-04-12 06:28 am (UTC)I'm from Sky Sports. You know it, it shows sport. Anyway, we're looking for someone to commentate on Gloucester vs Saracens in the Rugby Union Premiership later today, and you've got the job. We'll tie up all the money stuff after the game. Good luck.
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Date: 2008-04-12 06:48 am (UTC)'congratulations Mr. Currie'
Hahah.
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Date: 2008-04-12 12:15 pm (UTC)I won't say all my doubts were banished, even then. Rather, I decided that such a clever scammer (someone who could include the NYT's IP address in his mails, or had a friend who worked there to send his mails for him) deserved the suspension of my disbelief, which nevertheless continued.
What I like, when you merely suspend but don't dissolve disbelief, is how the whole scam gets bigger and more fantastical with each further development. The more credible it becomes as a reality, the more incredible it becomes as a scam. An almost Kafkaesque sense of paranoia pervades: Josef K goes along with a bizarre parallel world court which might as well be real, because it has the power of life and death over him. And finally the idea is that the New York Times itself might be a huge scam, a front, a simulacrum of the New York Times using graphics, lawyers, a newspaper and website to impersonate itself. People who might be sitting in rooms anywhere in the world -- like me! -- might be actors employed by this organisation to "be the New York Times", despite the fact that we've never set foot inside its new skyscraper or met our editors face to face.
And this is very much the reality of web work. I worked for Wired for two years without ever meeting anyone from the magazine, or setting foot inside their San Francisco office. I think I spoke on the phone to my editor just once in that whole time. (I was surprised to find he was an Englishman!) I was a ghostly apparition for them, and they were a ghostly apparition for me. And yet what I wrote appeared on their website, and checks turned up in the mail. So I continued as if I were writing for Wired. I suspended my disbelief. But I could never quite dispel it. Can I really have this job? Me? There must be some mistake. I'm not that good. And yet I'm also not so important that anyone would build up a huge fake operation just to sting me.
So pinch me, I need to know I'm not dreaming! Or, rather, don't, so that the dream continues to function a bit longer.
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Date: 2008-04-12 01:37 pm (UTC)also, thanks to kumakouji for playing along!
let's keep on happily commenting here on marxy's fake click opera blog. by the way, for the last two years, all entries have been written by david kamp. he almost revealed himself when he wrote that over the top rebuttal to his own ny times article.
the only question remains: what has "momus" been doing all this time?
ah, of course: he never existed! all his records are in fact produced by chris lowe and arto lindsay.
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Date: 2008-04-12 06:08 pm (UTC)Congrats with a caveat
Date: 2008-04-12 06:59 pm (UTC)In recent times they've lost a great deal of respect. Let us remember the name Jason Blair - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jayson_Blair. Let us also remember how basically all of mainstream US reporting has stayed within the narrow confines of the status quo. No Woodward & Bernstein action coming from that sector.
This is a remarkable opportunity for Nick - the best way to commit sabotage is by working on the inside. Now that would be a right sting.
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Date: 2008-04-12 11:48 pm (UTC)So maybe there is justice
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