Charles ist unser ganz persönlicher USA-
Korrespondent Kumpel. Und das seit einem Jahr! Grund genug für ihn, ein erstes Fazit zu ziehen.
Und von meiner Seite aus: Thanks very much, Charles, for all the time and the wise words. If you come over soon, prepare for some heavy
The Year is One
News reporting has no memory. What was said yesterday is over and forgotten. If they screwed up, too bad; caveat lector. The kidnapping that wasn“™t. The nuclear threat that wasn“™t. The mad bomber who wasn“™t. Would it kill them to re-read their own copy once in a while? Actually, for some news outfits it might.
So after a year of writing for Spreeblick, I thought it might be interesting to look back at the Hudsonblick columns so far and offer comments, corrections, and updates. It“™s also a lot easier than writing a whole new column. Let the slack begin:
Cities in Dust — In my first article, I made a big deal about how cool it was that New Orleans was perpetually on the brink of catastrophe. Turns out to be not so cool. The flood water has receded now, and there are signs that the city is beginning to return to normal. Well, normal for New Orleans.
Lose this Skin — I still spend too much time thinking about drinking and exercise. Constant change, not so constant.
The Tech Horde and the Last Mile and Waves of Terror (and Porn!) — MaxDelivery is still in business, but hasn“™t recaptured the cult status of Kozmo.com (which made more than one c|net list). I“™m still rooting for Chris, and for the urban biking culture that made Kozmo so much fun.
Now is the Moment of My Death — Now the Schiavo case has passed into history and most of the political players are busy trying to play down their involvement. I wonder if Senator Frist will ever get called on for another tele-diagnosis?
Parting the Veil in Philadelphia — Went to see Billy Idol next. Walked out.
Hi, Mom! — As a Mother“™s Day stunt, I thought it would be funny to surprise my mom with an online article dedicated to her. Joke“™s on me: she became an avid Hudsonblick reader. That really does make me feel like I“™m being watched.
When I lived on 14th Street, there was a little Polish restaurant that my mom made me go to every time she visited. I got kind of sick of it, but she made me go anyway. Until I lied and said that it’d burned down. Last week I told her that I“™d stopped writing.
I Have Seen the Future — That fucking sonofabitch Bush. Apparently, someone has pointed out to him that if we become a nation of science-hating bible-thumpers it might be bad for business. So now he wants to go buy himself some science. It“™ll be a long walk to Damascus for this guy.
The Life Within — Little Vincenzo is happy and healthy. Ten fingers, two hooves. It also turns out that the bedbug war I mentioned was just the opening salvo of a campaign for global bedbug domination. For more cutting-edge vermin infestation news, stay tuned to Hudsonblick.
There are at least two good reasons why everyone should try writing: First, putting your opinions and ideas in writing forces you to explore them. Writing is a process that makes the conscientious author dig for exactly what he“™s trying to say. Or disguise what he“™s trying to say with dry, superfluous caveats.
The other reason is that eventually you“™ll discover that your best ideas and stories fill just a handful of pages. You“™ll find out that you“™re really a very shallow and repetitive person who probably sounds like a broken record at parties. You“™ll face undeniable proof that you“™ve been intellectually and emotionally stagnant for years. And then, you can try to write your way out of it.
Thanks again, Johnny. Here“™s to Year One!