Warmed cardiac anatomy
Whatever they are, mine are warmed by seeing yet another headline beginning, "Bush defends...."
At this rate, eventually he'll get even more confused and start defending things he's agin.
Comments on life, the universe and everything from an aging Sixties survivor.
Ummm, isn't "about me" part of the point of the blog?
Happens I have a friend, a Master's level skier, who knows
Bode Miller. She is cut from the same old money bolt as Miller,
and thinks his behaviour is cute. I thought the conduct she
described was arrogant and spoiled, months before he brought
his show to Torino.
Discussing Miller at work, one colleague said he figured you
had to have attitude to get to that level.
I'm not old money, but I've met or been acquainted with seven
Olympic athletes: two skiers, three swimmers, a cyclist, and
a runner. Five of them are medalists (one is just beginning her
career, and we'll see what she does). Not one of them had a
trace of the childish, arrogant, smartass attitude that Bode
Miller has tried to pass off as a requirement for athletic
greatness. What they did have was the focus and self-
discipline that comes with years of working very hard to get
where they were and are.
Location, birth and breeding made certain that Miller has never
had to work very hard for anything, and probably never will.
It shows. The spoiled rich kid, who grew up with a ski area in
his back yard, might have become one of the greatest skiers of
all time if he had paid his dues.
He is now doing what spoiled rich kids always do when
they lose: whining.
In On the Waterfront, Terry Malloy's self-pity sounded much the
same as Bode Miller's. However, the character of Malloy added
two final phrases which, in self-acknowledgement, so far
surpass Miller that, once again, he's left behind, tangled
in the gates:
"You don't understand. I coulda had class. I coulda been a contender. I
coulda been somebody, instead of a bum, which is what I am."
A story like this one from Slate.com is supposed to get your
attention not by what it contains, but by what it implies,
and by what its headline promises but doesn't deliver.
Blogs over as a business? Another way to looking at it is to
question whether blogs as a business have ever really got off
the ground. Slate doesn't ask that question. I don't expect
any other media to ask the question.
I suggest this is another variation on the old media game of
"bash the new kid." Probably the first ones to play the game
were monastic scribes. I can see them now, scribbling
away at the rate of a page a day, when movable type appeared.
Something like this:
It's an untried technology, a bubble driven by
reckless speculation. All these resources are
being put into a product without regard for market.
After all,hardly one person in twenty can read,
and most of them are us.
It's dangerous, too. Young children get hurt around
those big presses! Look! Here's another example! One
printer's apprentice injured for every 20,000 sheets
of production! And that type is made of lead, you know.
Who knows how much lead you'll absorb every time you
pick up one of those books?
The subject here isn't really blogs as a business, but the
threat blogs pose to other news media. Blogs as business put
that into a form the competitors can understand and fight.
Blogs without the business model drop back into the category
of amorphous fear, an informational thing that goes bump
in the night.
If I were betting, my candidate for failure would be Slate.com.
It now focuses excess energy on non-stories, none at all on
stories of real substance, and does it all with a sort of rote
weltschmertz that fails to entertain, inform or enlighten.