Not a modern bride.
Months back, before the economy crumbled, Sam and I were discussing, via gmail-chat, employment possibilities because I was thinking of leaving my job. Sam suggested I look into Conde Nast and meant to reference Modern Bride, the blue-ribbon steed in Mrs. Nast's publication stable. A typo occurred. An idea was born. Below, a transcript of our dialogue.
Sam: Conde Nast needs feature editors, associate editors, and managing editors.
Nina: Really?
Sam: Yeah. It never tells you what magazine it is though. Next thing you know, you'll be an editor at the New Yorker instead of Modern Bridge.
Nina: I love Modern Bridge.
Sam: Me too. Me too.
Nina: Do you think Mrs. Nast keeps it secret what jobs are for what because they'd be inundated with apps for the New Yorker and stuff?
Sam: Or all the bridge-enthusiasts applying to Modern Bridge.
Nina: I thought that went without saying.
Modern Bridge. It's not about brides. It's not about bridges.
Not a modern bridge.
that not-modern bridge looks digital. i'm pretty sure that's a post-modern bridge. which i guess is not modern, but still.
ReplyDeletehm...it sort of looks like a set piece for lord of the rings. or a digital bridge for one of those online role-playing games? pseudo-premodern?
ReplyDeleteYou guys, it's not about bridges.
ReplyDeletehah!
ReplyDeletethen there are bridgegrooms, wonderful creatures who presumably take care of bridges.
the father of the bridge must be some kind of greek figure, as far as i can tell, a poseidon of the air
bridgemaids are always sleeping with the trolls who hide under the bride.
but mostly what i really want right now is a mail order bridge, you know, to get across
It's about Mrs. Nast.
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