Monthly Archives: January 2011

I’m in the Times (not)

Mazel tov to The Other Matthew Rothenberg for a story in today’s New York Times that features a fetching photo and his views from high atop the Flickr digital-photo empire.

As my own social graph will tell you, the presence of two high-tech Matthew Rothenbergs has caused a bit of confusion at times and reminds me of the inconclusive negotiations my father had back in the dear, dead analog days of the early ’60s with The Other Jerome Rothenberg, an architect who also happened to write poetry on the side.

And while my wife Nancy Tobin remains at No. 1 in the Google sweepstakes, she’s in a similar pickle: For some reason, art attracts Nancy Tobins like poetry attracts Jerome Rothenbergs and Internet technology, Matthew Rothenbergs. She vies with a sculptor, a photo researcher, and a sound artist.

I’ve suggested to Nancy that they all team up and do a big “Nancy Tobin” show. In the same vein, my doppelgänger suggests “we go in 50/50 on something like whichmatthewrothenbergdoyouwant.com , put a line down the center, our clickable faces and bios on opposite sides of the page, and then pile on the google juice till it becomes the number one search result for our name. We’d be providing a valuable service to the world! (Well, the very small yet incredibly savvy portion of the world who is looking for a Matthew Rothenberg).”

I’m in … There can never be too many Matthew Rothenbergs!

Remembering Robert Hess


It’s a bit of a shock to realize that Jan. 12 will mark the 15th anniversary of the passing of our friend and MacWEEK colleague Robert Hess, whose 29-year stint on the globe ironically ended while the rest of us were covering Macworld Expo San Francisco 1996. (Robert’s love for the show and its attendant revelry inspired Ilene Hoffman to maintain the Hess Memorial party list for many years after.)

I still cherish the T-shirt from our Mac Black party I kept when Stephen Howard-Sarin and I cleaned out his office that weekend; I wish we could stage another Mac the Knife party at Bondage-a-Go-Go or some other sort of bacchanalia to remember our witty, resourceful and brave friend.