On the legitimacy of blogging and finding weird shit in the woods
Originally posted at nora at inkstain.
BoingBoing Gadgets continues to be spectacularly interesting whenever they stop writing about gadgets and start either making penis and/or poop jokes, memoir pieces that are vaguely related to gadgetry or pure fiction that is vaguely related to gadgetry. Here’s a couple of gems from today:
It may seem strange now, but four years ago we bloggers were treated as somewhat mythical, dangerous creatures. We were going to kill the old media, the old media kept telling us, despite the fact that most of us were gaining newfound respect for the process of journalism and reporting practiced by the old guard. There was a strange line between bloggers and the rest of the media and a fraternity naturally developed those few of us actually blogging for a living. Every time something happened to one of us all the other bloggers took it as a sign of legitimacy for the entire endeavor. (From Interviewing Bill Gates)
And then the weird memoir bit:
There was no shiver up the spine, or creeping of the flesh, just a quiet murmur of something nasty, as if the sky dimmed imperceptibly at the precise moment we saw it, and it knew we had found it. This was the mid-1980s: one did not simply run into portable computers in the middle of the woods. In the fraction of a second it took to simply realize “Oh, battery powered,” a soundless crackle danced around the space, a feeling I know my father and I shared. (From Spontaneous gadget generation amid mushroom rings in woods near Worthing, England)
Which really means that Joel Johnson is in DEADLOCKED COMPETITION with Joey Comeau as my #1 internet crush, which I think says good things for all involved.
BoingBoing Gadgets continues to be spectacularly interesting whenever they stop writing about gadgets and start either making penis and/or poop jokes, memoir pieces that are vaguely related to gadgetry or pure fiction that is vaguely related to gadgetry. Here’s a couple of gems from today:
It may seem strange now, but four years ago we bloggers were treated as somewhat mythical, dangerous creatures. We were going to kill the old media, the old media kept telling us, despite the fact that most of us were gaining newfound respect for the process of journalism and reporting practiced by the old guard. There was a strange line between bloggers and the rest of the media and a fraternity naturally developed those few of us actually blogging for a living. Every time something happened to one of us all the other bloggers took it as a sign of legitimacy for the entire endeavor. (From Interviewing Bill Gates)
And then the weird memoir bit:
There was no shiver up the spine, or creeping of the flesh, just a quiet murmur of something nasty, as if the sky dimmed imperceptibly at the precise moment we saw it, and it knew we had found it. This was the mid-1980s: one did not simply run into portable computers in the middle of the woods. In the fraction of a second it took to simply realize “Oh, battery powered,” a soundless crackle danced around the space, a feeling I know my father and I shared. (From Spontaneous gadget generation amid mushroom rings in woods near Worthing, England)
Which really means that Joel Johnson is in DEADLOCKED COMPETITION with Joey Comeau as my #1 internet crush, which I think says good things for all involved.