A Thousand Words

I am living in a post card. It is called San Francisco. This was the view on my Saturday morning run.

Journalistic Treats

Best email I've received from a reader/source in a while:

"My daughter loved running around on Halloween with frikkin' laser beams on her head, but more importantly I think my wife seeing the kids get your runner up prize might have made up some of the deficit in marriage points I've accrued over the last month with the house covered in glue, paint, foam, pins, sharp things etc."

From the dad behind these kids' costumes:

Featured in my "best tech costumes of 2012" round-up.

A vital Disconnection is made

Much as I love being a creature of the Internet and the constant flood of information at my fingertips, I sometimes feel like I'm drowning in data. Last year, I made a pledge to myself that I would spend at least one week per year out of the www-dot waters. No email, no blogging, no Google searches, no tweets. Smartphone is turned off and stays off.

Last year, I took my Internet-free vacation in August in St. John in the Virgin Islands. This year, it was taken in January in Jamaica. The Caribbean turns out to be a nice distraction from the call of the digital wilds.

Though, on both trips, I cheated one time and snuck a peek at my email. Perhaps punishment for that should be to take another Internet-free vacation this year. At the moment, I could accomplish that by hopping on a flight to Cairo. Though I prefer making the choice to abstain from the Internet rather than having it forcibly taken away.

Apparently, people still read this blog...

...As evidenced by a recent comment from a real live reader. I thought that only my mom kept up with this blog. (Hi, Mom!)

A career update for any other readers that might be out there. I'm over at Forbes these days writing about life on the Internet. You can find me here.

What Saul Bellow Thought About the Fourth Estate

‎"I'm afraid there's nothing we can do about the journalists; we can only hope that they will die off as the deerflies do towards the end of August."

-Saul Bellow, in a 1984 letter to Philip Roth, after a "crooked little slut" at People interviewed him and "turned my opinions inside out, cut out the praises and made it all sound like a disavowal, denunciation, and excommunication" of Roth. The journalist is now a director at NYU. (Via The New Yorker)

Note to self: Strive never to choose quotes from an interview that will make any of my sources feel how the author of Mr. Sammler's Planet felt while writing this letter.

Music obsession of the month

Via my New Zealand-wandering sister:

Journalistic June Round-up

Midway through June, it's been an eventful month. I...

• Was the victim of a Craigslist Casual Encounters prank;
• Wrote a piece on the ubiquity of surveillance cameras for Next American City (Sorry, non-subscribers);
• Proposed that Justice Clarence Thomas consider a presidential run in the Washington Post;
• And admitted to some not-so-casual digital lurking in the Assembly Journal.
  

And now I'm off to LA tomorrow for journalism law school.