It strikes me this blog has lost its way. Freed from my self-imposed obligation of a long, end-of-day data-dump, it’s noodled its way into irrelevance. I’m so glad I don’t have any site-statistic software; it would be too depressing.
On the other hand, one of the nice things about this year, after 18 years of being a columnist, is the freedom from having to say something about anything. “Shut up and learn” was my bumper-sticker resolution for this year, and while I haven’t always been successful at the first part, I think I’ve been pretty diligent about the second.
Also, the way the news is these days, commentary seems like such a dull sword. From the Department of You Can’t Make This Shit Up, today’s memo:
* NBC’s entertainment division made an offer to derail a story by its news division, in hopes of gaining an interview with — who else? — Michael Jackson. Read it and weep, in the NYT.
* I’m always saying that if Republicans and/or conservatives want more of a voice in pop culture, they ought to send their kids to film school instead of business school. Well, it looks like they already have a representative deep inside not only the movie business, but the indie/film festival movie business. The bad news: It’s Vincent Gallo.
* Perhaps you’ve been following all the brow-fanning over the MoveOn fete earlier this month, in which many of the speakers made the usual tired George Bush = Adolf Hitler connections. It shouldn’t surprise you to know this is a do-as-I-say-not-as-I-do thing for some conservatives. Eric Zorn does the dirty work; scroll down to “the H word.”
With that, I’m off to my Bible as Literature class. Now that’s a whole entry on its own; later for that one.