By Amir Said
After tuning up a scene from a script I'm writing, I pushed back from my desk, slapped on my sneakers, exited my crib, and jumped in my ride... Off to the nearby Pathmark (major NYC supermarket) for a re-up of water and Haribo gummie bears. Even though Pathmark is a 24hour outfit, they have this curious practice of gating off some aisles from customer access. So I'm looking for band aids, and of course, their locked up. Forget schlepping back up to the front of the store for a rep to come "unlock" the aisle. So I wheel around, and go back towards the candy section. On my way, I pass by the magazine section (limited as it is). I stop, then I back track to the magazine section. "That's a fine ass cover shot of Vida Guerra," I think to myself. I get in closer and grab the magazine. That's when I notice that is Wired magazine. That's also when I realize that it's not Vida Guerra on the cover, it's a seductively solemn looking beauty known as Julia Allison...
Off the strength of that magazine cover image, (and the fact that Wired is a cool magazine), I'm on my way back home with water, Haribo gummie bears, and some new reading material. Back at my desk, I carve up Wired's cover story: "Julia Allison", and basically, here's what I take away. Honey-girl, a Georgetown grad, makes a b-line for the New York media scene. Scoffed and rejected, (though not discouraged), she bucks the "established" media landscape and begins to slice out her own "private" piece of fame. Now, the interesting part is exactly how she does this. Through a relentless campaign of creative self-promotion and keen internet savvy (know how and know who), she's been able to create her own lame to fame, and most likely, prosperity.
To see the full Wired article and run-down on Julia Allison, check out the August '08 issue of Wired magazine...
But you want my take on Julia Allison? Here it is: she's one of the baddest motherfuckers online, unbridled genius. I don't care what any of her haters have to say. Three cheers and big respect for anybody who breaks into the game, after being told to sit it out on the sidelines.

Wired magazine cover
Tell me she doesn't look like Vida Guerra, on first glance.
Anyway, you can check out what she's all about at any one of her MULTIPLE websites/pages.



Fierce the west wind,
Wild geese cry under the frosty morning moon.
Under the frosty morning moon
Horses' hooves clattering,
Bugles sobbing low.
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