Unplugged, Re-plugged
I've been on a blogging hiatus over the last two weeks; we've moved, and we only set the computer up last night. It's been a strange sensation to be away from blogging and from the internet for so long. I don't take the paper here (I refuse to give money to the Los Angeles Times) and I don't watch a lot of television, so I rely on the internet for most of my news, and while I've managed to find out about the "big" events (Arafat taking the introductory tour of hell, Cabinet resignations, Scott Peterson), I've felt sort of disoriented and disconnected. It got me thinking a little about the nature of the blogging phenomenon -- that while the blogosphere is much more dialogic than MSM news stations and newspapers, it's a community which depends upon its members being "plugged in," on being actively engaged with the world in a way that's different from finding the "news" on one's doorstep or on one's television screen every morning. And the blogosphere is also driven by individuals -- not by corporations or news organizations. Glenn Reynolds mentioned the fact recently that he's not going to be around forever, and I remember feeling somewhat shocked at what was, after all, a rather obvious idea -- that when Reynolds is gone, or decides to stop blogging, then Instapundit is gone. And the same goes, of course, for James Lileks, and Hugh Hewitt, and Roger Simon, and Rose Nunez . . . and all the bloggers, great and small, who currently comprise the blogosphere. Some have compared the blogosphere to the great eighteenth century tradition of pamphlets and tracts, and I think the comparison is apt. The blogosphere is a world in which individuals can have an impact far disproportionate to their "power"; it's a world which more closely approximates the "marketplace of ideas" than the once-mighty mainstream media ever achieved; it's a world of individual voices and ideas. And while my voice in it is a very tiny one, I'm glad to be back.
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I know how you feel. We are sick here. Comes with winter -- that season you don't experience out West. Little time for blogging and staying up to date. But, thought I might feel normal for a few minutes if I checked in.
I recommend you try the Wall Street Journal. They've added a section that covers more than the usual. Friday's Weekend Journal is especially good. You might start there. The WSJ writers are way, way better than the Washington Post ones. When the WSJ adds comic strips, I'll be able to dump the Wash Post.
Thanks for the suggestion, VA. I've often thought about getting the WSJ, and I think I might try it; I still cling to the idea of getting good local news from a hometown newspaper, though.
Welcome back, Missy Kate Marie. Hope you survived your moving experience. The Two Dogs have tried to keep up in your absence, but the poetry has been noticably absent.
I read the LA Times every day. You need to keep your friends close and your enemies closer.
The two dogs have shouldered the weight of Rumpus heroically, like twin Atlases. All hail, Wonderdog and Stewdog!
It's because I know we have you to keep us abreast of what the LeftAngeles Times is up to that I feel I don't have to subscribe.
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Glad to have you back, Kate; mostly because you can bring back some much needed substance around here and partly because being alone with Stewdog was really starting to work my last nerve.
VA, I'm sorry to hear that you're sick and hope you feel better. That said, based upon your "we are sick" comment I think we've finally unmasked you as some type of royal personage (you lowered your guard and let slip the royal "we"). Either that or you're Yoda -- which would be pretty cool, too.
Hmm, well "we" meant me and the other people I share germs with, but I rather like the royalty idea. Or maybe imperial suits me better. The Imperial We.
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