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How about a nice come-as-you-are blogger's dinner in Cambridge on Tuesday? I suggest Indian food, my current obsession, at The Bombay Club in Harvard Square. The lovely and famous Denise Howell will be my co-host. 7PM?  News.Com reports on patent battles in file-sharing-land. JY marries SMBmeta and OPML to make a nice directory.  NY Times: "Howell Raines and Gerald M. Boyd, the two top-ranking editors of The New York Times, resigned this morning, five weeks to the day after the resignation of a wayward reporter named Jayson Blair set off a rapid chain of events that exposed deep fissures in the management and morale of the newsroom they had led for just under two years." Christian Science Monitor: "Journalism's Old Gray Lady has been rocked again." BBC: New York Times editor quits. Reminder, we will not have the usual Thursday evening weblog-writer session at Berkman tonight. The reason, graduation. We will resume next Thursday evening at 7PM. 2 years ago: "The trunk is for dead things. We want to live." Wired: Gag Rules? Bloggers Report Anyway. Great quotes from Walt Mossberg. These guys are so in denial on weblogs, we've been reporting from conferences since the mid-90s. Only now are the big guys starting to face the questions they raise. How long will it take Mossberg and his pals to figure out that an intelligent person with a weblog is a reporter. A Mark Pilgrim rant about an old man named Howard inspires Don Park to eloquence. "Elders are no different than you and I," says Don. "They are experiencing that age for the first time just like the way I am experiencing the age of 41 for the first time." Mark's rant is old age viewed through a young person's eye. I had the same thoughts when I was Mark's age, but I didn't dare say them out loud. The good news is that as you grow older you learn to accept the limits of age. There's not as much to fear as you think when you are young. My father, about Howard's age, is a great teacher. He's a much sweeter person for having faced real death struggles twice in the last three years. My last image as I left his house yesterday was of him shuffling off to the dentist's office. This is a man who used to swing when he walks. Now he's a little old man who pauses to catch whatever it is that he needs to catch. He's a nicer person to hang out with today than he ever has been. |
 
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