A high school lacrosse coach I never had too much respect for said a true thing at our end of the year banquet: “Wherever you are, on a plane, at a party, in the supermarket, if you meet someone else who plays lacrosse or coaches lacrosse, you have a certain link with them. You might not have anything else is common, but you can sit for the whole of a plan ride and just talk lacrosse.”
My roommate has a friend visiting who's a NYC wire reporter, and we were talking about how awful the market is there right now, how people have more respect for congressmen than journalists, how our employers can’t keep trying to put out newspapers and magazines with fewer and fewer reporters each paid less than last year's and not expect the bottom to fall out at some point. Eventually, I said, people are just going to start ignoring the press and looking for something else.
“Like blogging!” she says. Holy frijole, ahora estamos hablando turkey! Who did you read? Do you think Instapundit was insufferable? Did you read Layne and Welch after 9/11? Did you thinks blogs really had jack to do with Jayson Blair going from fiasco to fustercluck?
“No, I actually haven’t ever really read them at all.”
Oh. Was hoping to stumble on evidence that all the young turks of New York were all blogging their little paunches off.
Consolation prize: People who don’t read blogs suspect blogs might be relevant. Granted, I’m talking about a NYC media person, so still not you average O’Reilly-watching man of the house.
Wuss out: didn't tell her about johnness.blogpsot.com. Have yet to figure out how to announce my own narcissism effectively.
