I always love the conceit that I have to update my LinkedIn page so that you randoms, whoever you are now browsing this summary, will deign to give me a newspaper job. As if I could afford the pay cut. As if I’d give up one day on Bristol Bay or on the Palouse as my own man. Not when I can live through experiences like my profile pic. Horrible isn’t it?Brass tacks.If you want to pay me six-figures to make your publication relevant, then we might talk. But you won’t and the loss is entirely yours. And you’ll remain irrelevant because you lack imagination and talent and courage. As should be obvious by now, I will not update this wretched profile when I have time, as once was naively promised. And the items on my plate continue to multiply, as the second Migration Era is now intensifying.Sike!Still hate LinkedIn. And on the plus side, the page probably still is hacked.Did I mention I hate LinkedIn?