Reporters in the Mist
I'm starting to really like the woman over at Majikthise, and I've added a link over to the right for her blog.
Here she delivers a surgical-strike indictment against current journalistic standards and procedures in the guise of an obituary for Hunter Thompson, all the while maintaining a proper distance and respect for the lunatic doctor himself. The title of the piece? "Jim Guckert Killed Hunter S. Thompson." And these two paragraphs are bunker-busting:
And here I see she was on top of the "Gorillagate" story several days ago, whereas I only became aware of it today. More importantly, though, than the fact that she is merely aware of this bit of pulp about a talking gorilla with a nipple fetish is how it is categorized on her blog. It's filed under the heading: Monkeys, Apes, and Prosimians. And under this heading you'll find all sorts of entries that might pique the fancies of all you assorted armchair primatologists out there.
Read and enjoy.
Here she delivers a surgical-strike indictment against current journalistic standards and procedures in the guise of an obituary for Hunter Thompson, all the while maintaining a proper distance and respect for the lunatic doctor himself. The title of the piece? "Jim Guckert Killed Hunter S. Thompson." And these two paragraphs are bunker-busting:
"Jim Guckert killed Hunter S. Thompson. The good doctor took evasive action because he'd finally had enough. There was no question of a comeback. His natural habitat had disappeared. Today's media industrial complex is gonzo-proof. You can't raise hell anywhere near the press corps anymore unless you're turning tricks. Gonzo journalism today would be as incongruous as gonzo account services or gonzo event planning.
Gonzo is dead because the mainstream media have abolished objectivity and subjectivity--the facts don't matter, but neither does the perspective of any individual. Like gonzo journalists, today's campaign reporters love to tell impressionistic yarns. Unlike gonzo journalists they don't want to talk about their own experiences. Enterprising reporters collect "gaffes" and "coups" and spin them into parables. The winner is the journalist whose just-so story becomes 'The Defining Moment.'"
And here I see she was on top of the "Gorillagate" story several days ago, whereas I only became aware of it today. More importantly, though, than the fact that she is merely aware of this bit of pulp about a talking gorilla with a nipple fetish is how it is categorized on her blog. It's filed under the heading: Monkeys, Apes, and Prosimians. And under this heading you'll find all sorts of entries that might pique the fancies of all you assorted armchair primatologists out there.
Read and enjoy.