I know that at least bud has tried to post a comment at bradwarthen.com and failed. There have probably been others by now. Sorry.
I THINK I've got it fixed now. Please go try, and if you have problems, let me know here.
I know that at least bud has tried to post a comment at bradwarthen.com and failed. There have probably been others by now. Sorry.
I THINK I've got it fixed now. Please go try, and if you have problems, let me know here.
FYI, today's column -- the long-promised one about Gresham Barrett (a perfectly pedestrian column that didn't deserve such a buildup, but at least it technically fulfills the promise) is to be found on my new blog, bradwarthen.com.
Also, I've posted a nice (I think) note I got from the governor, which I hope you will help me decipher...
There's not much there -- the new blog is just taking its first, teetering, baby steps -- but I urge you to go check out bradwarthen.com, and watch it grow.
I will no longer be doing THIS blog after Friday, so if you want to continue the conversation, you'll have to go there. Again, that address is:
And I promise, there will be much more to see there soon...
You know how I've complained about how I just don't get Facebook -- that I find it disorienting, and just generally a lousy way to communicate information?
Well, I've found a worse way -- Twitter.
Have you seen this new site that S.C. Rep. Dan Hamilton and self-described GOP "political operative" Wesley Donehue have started, SCTweets? Basically, its point is:
Look, I don't mean to criticize Messrs. Hamilton and Donehue at all. I appreciate the effort. Go for it. But when I try to obtain any sort of information of value from a series of incomplete, typo-ridden sentence fragments from a bunch of people ranging from Anton Gunn to David Thomas to Bob Inglis to Nathan Ballentine to Thad Viers, with a lot of Blogosphere usual suspects such as Mattheus Mei thrown in, I feel like I've trying to get nutrition from a bowl of Lucky Charms mixed with Cracker Jack with cotton candy and Pop Rocks on top, stirred with a Slim Jim. Just a jumble of junk.
The "authors" aren't to blame. It's the medium. I'm still waiting to find any value in this Twitter thing. I suspect I'll be waiting a long time.
What do I consider to be GOOD way to communicate information? Well, here's a coincidence: I actually looked at my Facebook page this morning, and as usual got little out of it. But I noticed where a friend I worked with a quarter-century ago posted something that seemed a deliberate illustration of the incoherence of Facebook. He exhorted readers to:
So I followed his instructions (except for the posting part). The book nearest to my laptop was the literally dog-eared (chewed by a dog that died three decades ago) paperback Byline: Ernest Hemingway. Here's the fifth sentence on page 56 (if you count the incomplete, continued sentence at the top of the page as the first):
And you know what? I got more out of that than I got out of that Twitter page. At least I formed a clear, coherent picture of something.
It occurs to me that Twitter is the bright new world that that Colorado congressman who claims credit for killing The Rocky Mountain News extols. And then it occurs to me that to the extent he is right, to the extent that this is the future of political communication, we are in a lot of trouble int his country...
Boy, and they say the MSM can be guilty of hubris...
Some congressman out in Colorado who is apparently overimpressed with himself because he travels the Information Superhighway (golly, how futuristic!), is quoted as saying:
Here's what's really ironic about this: After this was brought to my attention, I tried following various links to find any sort of authoritative, original source as to what he actually said, and within what context, and found myself bouncing around among a number of poorly designed, unattractive Web pages that didn't tell me much.
Romenesko pointed me to The Denver Post, which pointed me to an alleged "digital recording of the event" at something called coloradopulse.org, which may be the ugliest (and least helpful) Web page I've seen this year. So I struck out on my own, via Google, and found this Denver magazine site (I think), which pointed me to this item from something called "Denver Young Democrats Examiner," which read like someone's very run-of-the-mill blog post written "from the Netroots Nation speaker series at the DoubleTree Hotel in Westminster," which actually told me less than The Denver Post did.
The congressman's own Web site didn't enlighten me. Finally, I went back to Romenesko, which provided a link to where I could listen to the guy's comments, but when it told me it would take 9 minutes to download (it's still downloading as I speak), I lost interest. (By the way, I did run across an entire site devoted to the question, "Who killed the Rocky?" It's apparently done by one of the laid-off journalists, and displays far more Web savvy and accessibility than those other sites I was led to.)
Welcome to the brave new post-newspaper world, in which we all stagger around groping in the dark for information -- and then, when we find it, wondering whom to hold accountable for whether it's right or not. (The answer: Nobody, sucker.)
By the way, as a sort of postscript -- the Post says that on Monday, Rep. Polis was a little more "subdued" on the subject:
Just got this press release:
... to which I can only say, "ARRGGHHH!" Or, perhaps, "AIIIEEEE!!!" Or somewhat more sedately, "Please; not another freaking social networking site."
Since I did that column over the holidays about Facebook, I have had even MORE "friend requests," and some of them have been from being I actually felt obliged to say "yes" to, so as not to hurt anyone's feelings. (And yes, some of them were people I'd actually like to maintain connections with, but not all...) And some of them were ... a tad... weird. Like, if I thought myself a target for such things, I'd think "stalker." Which is not a good feeling.
Who's got time for all this socializing? Hey, you've got time on your hands, go read a newspaper. And then, go to the mall and buy something, and tell the merchant to buy some ads. Make yourself useful.
You know, I was going to brag on the blog today because I just noticed that, at 1,473,925 and climbing, this blog will soon pass the 1.5 million-page view mark. Like, within the coming month -- maybe two weeks, maybe three.
I thought that was pretty cool because it took three whole years to reach a million, and here we are at half again that much just nine months later.
But then Tim Geithner comes out with that 1.5 Trillion number, and I just don't feel so special anymore...
For this post, I should create several new blog categories, such as "Way more than you wanted to know," and "Extreme disclosure" and ... oh, I don't know what.
Anyway, some of you asked yesterday where I was ("Where the heck is Brad?" quoth KP). Some of you divined political import in my absence from the blog for a day. Back in the second take of comments on this post -- the 41st comment, I believe (16 after you click on "Next") -- I answered the question. I'm not going to repeat the explanation, on the grounds that some of you may be possessed of delicate sensibilities. If you're curious enough, you can go look. And after you do, don't ever accuse me of not being in favor of full disclosure.
Perhaps this would be a good time to remind y'all that:
But hey, I appreciate the concern. And everything was fine, by the way.
Obama finally has his genuine, official presidential seal to speak from behind, but when I saw what Nancy Pelosi did yesterday, the president's trappings looked oh so last century.
Nancy's hep. She's with it. She's on the information superhighway. She's a Cyberspeaker.
Kidding aside, it's smart. You might only get a few seconds on the evening news, but it you can get somebody to go to your Web site, you can unload a truckload of your worldview on 'em. Which she does.
The presidential seal, like a royal coat of arms, communicates traditional authority. A URL communicates information, all you want...
And yes, I mean "earnest" and not "Ernest" like in my last post, although if you'd like you can attribute the seriousness of my message here to the influence of my serious new notebook.
Anyway, I wrote the following as a followup comment on my otherwise silly, fun post on Tina Fey, and it occurred to me I should elevate it to a separate post and see if we can get a good dialogue going on the subject here. Rather than rewrite it, I repeat myself:
... which I just did.
How about it? Do you see any way we can start having conversations here that matter?
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