I hate the term real estate. It's cold and business-y, everything that tends to make me hide under the bed. What I write about is space: homes, cafes, places where you can do work, pet the cat, and Google your next-door-neighbor from 10 years ago. I write about places. And I like to do it from a personal perspective.

Friday, March 31, 2006

Real Estate Wealth Expo

In the Bay Area, we saw the posters for months: The Donald was coming. Were we ready?

Now Carol Lloyd wraps up the madness.

I admire Carol's writing -- she was once my editor when I wrote a freelance story for Salon Magazine.

Still, I think she goes a little over the top here. Oh, I can believe what she writes, for sure -- these things are usually, if not always, circuses -- but check out this first paragraph:

"Scantily clad models pour onto the stage, jostling for the limelight, their shimmying chests emblazoned with the word "fun." Out of the confetti-flecked air, the star makes his entrance to a raucous beat, surrounded by hard-bodied groupies. He sports dyed blond hair and a shocking pink tie. He preens, he poses! The fans -- an ocean of humanity reaching as far as the eye can see -- do what fans always do."

I've done this, too -- combined creative writing and journalism. It's hard, and only sometimes it works, and though I think Lloyd's writing is a hell of a lot of fun, the event she's describing is best described in a way that's less adorned. It sells itself, really, at least in print.


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