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Drex Heikes, recently replaced as editor of the LAT Magazine, becomes deputy editor for news of Sunday Opinion—or whatever it will be called. Staff reporters on the news side will be part of the mix. The announcement by Opinion editor Bob Sipchen... [Read More]

» Media and books notes from L.A. Observed
Drex Heikes, recently replaced as editor of the LAT Magazine, becomes deputy editor for news of Sunday Opinion—or whatever it will be called. Staff reporters on the news side will be part of the mix. The announcement by Opinion editor Bob Sipchen... [Read More]

» Media and books notes from L.A. Observed
Drex Heikes, recently replaced as editor of the LAT Magazine [actually, he was doing the #1 job from the #2 slot, with the top editor job vacant], becomes deputy editor for news of Sunday Opinion—or whatever it will be called. Staff reporters on ... [Read More]

» Media and books notes from L.A. Observed
Drex Heikes, recently replaced as editor of the LAT Magazine [actually, he was doing the #1 job from the #2 slot, with the top editor job vacant], becomes deputy editor for news of Sunday Opinion—or whatever it will be called. Staff reporters on ... [Read More]

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stephan

any word on why Swink took so long between issues? and if there's hope it might pick up the pace, survive, etcetera?

wayne

i wondered same thing and talked to one of the junior editors there. she said it was because the eoc is also working f/t as a journalist and doesn't have as much time to devote. but she said they're already well into accepting submissions for issue 3 and hoping to get that out by summer in order to play catch up on the 2/year schedule.

frankswildlunch

Thanks for loathing Neil LaBute as much as I do.

Georgina

I entered their competition which had a June deadline and a significant entrance free. Two professional judges were nanmed. I waited for the results and waited... the website has said for some months now that it will announce them in the coming weeks... Suddenly, I find the old competition has been replaced with a new competition, with an October deadline and judges "to be announced". Did I enter a second time and pay again?
No, I contacted them. They said results and prizes would be awarded for both competitions in October. It's October now, and nothing moves. In the meantime, we have to wonder how the prize money and entrance fees are accumulating to pay for uptown parties such as those pictured on your site.

Just some serious misgivings of one that doesn't like to be taken for a ride - especially at an expense.

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