Behind the curtain: a day in the life of webloggers looks like a lot of fun. My name isn’t on the page of participants yet, but I’ve submitted the form and think this will be really cool to do, and to see once it’s ready to be viewed by the public. It’s been a while since I participated in a group activity of this sort. Actually, since the 24 Hours of Democracy thing years ago (I compiled 12 or 15 pages of essays for members of Cafe Utne), I don’t think I’ve done anything like it.
demonstrates that new media don’t kill old media. In fact, they may bolster them. Remember, telegraph was mandated on all oceangoing ships until just a couple of years ago.
sitting here minding my own business and I read Saturn’s bookmarks which leads me to some site with the improbable name “westernhomes” who I notice does a lot of record reviews. And so I’m wondering what a kid who’s probably 10 years younger than I am could possibly understand about the magic that the ‘Mats represented to someone living in the midst of hair-band early 80s hell. Well, it turns out quite a lot. A whole lot, in fact. And he has a damn good turn of a phrase as well, as this quote from a review of a shitty Cracker CD (Garage D’Or) demonstrates: “Eurotrash Girl,” with its thieved Van Morrison bassline and weird nightmare travelogue narrative, became the biggest eight-minute radio single since, like, “Stairway.”