
O.K. Here's the job I want: food critic in New Orleans. Wow, what a fantasy-fulfilling career.
The fun article in today's Chronicle is the first person narrative of Todd Price, an academic who didn't get hired by a university after 115 applications, 27 informational interviews, and 6 job interviews.
Well, his failure to become a professor has certainly served him well: here's what he does now.
"Three or four times a week, I make reservations under a fake name. I find friends who are willing to eat for free, which is never difficult. At the restaurant, I tell everyone what to order and, when the food arrives, I demand that they pass me their plates for a taste."
And the lucky gourmand gets to indulge in this envious paid passtime in New Orleans, no less, my very favorite food capital of the country (well... San Fran and NYC are fabulous too.)
What do you think of this, Ianqui? You recently posted that if you could change one thing about yourself it would be "not to think about food all the time." And lots of commenters confessed that they share the same obsession. Don't try to change your thought patterns, tripleSK, BrightStar, Jo(e), New Kid, and Phantom Scribbler. No, Ladies! Let's just make friends with Todd and help him use his many assumed-name, expense account credit cards. Yuuuuuuum.
But seriously, folks ---- (not a good way to start this new, "why am I really writing this article anyway" theme. I'm actually Very Serious about my food) ---- Todd ended up in his heavenly job because HE'S A GREAT WRITER. And he risked writing about what he cared about. There may not be a place for him in academia -- let's face it, positions for specialists in Baroque Spanish theater are few and far between. But positions for good writers abound. Todd's story is inspiring and I plan to save it to show to ABDs and post-docs who are worried about, or unsuccessful at, their search for a tenure track position.
Let me give you a sample of Todd's great writing -- an eloquent story of his People Magazine approach to authors:
"I'll admit, when I'm honest with myself, that I went to graduate school not so much because of my love of literature but because of an infatuation with writers. I've always turned to the "About the Author" blurb before reading the first chapter. Where was the writer born? What school did she attend? What odd jobs did he pursue before first seeing his name in print?

"If that dreadful Julia Roberts movie Runaway Bride comes on cable, I'll watch it again, with no concern about whether he gets the girl, just to see the fictional magazine writer get his story about the commitment-phobic bride. "
Suddenly, with those personal examples, and that vivid film-based example, I'm right there with him saying "Oh yeah, I always read those author blurbs too."
I can see why he's a good food critic. This is a mouth watering piece of journalism. I'll be salivating with envy all day......
O.K. Dearest food-obsessed friends who posted with Ianqui that you think about food all the time, eat frequently and gobble quickly. And anyone else who LOVES FOOD and WRITES OFTEN. I'd like to attempt to start a new meme called:
Consuming and Composing
1) What would you like to eat when you go out with Todd?
2) Why is writing important in your life?
Tag, you're it.
P.S. Jo(e), frankly I'm curious to see if you'll come up with a vegan fantasy that will tickle my taste buds -- but feel free to stop chopping veggies while you dine in your mind with Dr. Price.