I’m faithfully reading Boing Boing, and this article in particular.
* All references to “the little people” were eliminated.
* Ambiguity was minimized.
* Facts were cloaked in “hipness.” I
* The past was dismissed as unimportant.
* Quotidian matters were de-emphasized.
* Drama was injected into basically undramatic situations.
(back to me)
This one set of bullet points leads me to an epiphany-like moment. It’s a writer’s diagnosis of Wired magazine’s editorial style. To me, though, it seems like the general attitude of all people caught up in the dot-com, high-tech fueld enthusiasm of, I don’t know what, hope for fame, lure of vast riches, or perhaps just recognition that they made this widget at this time. A desk blotter calendar hangs on the wall in the cafeteria here, covered in signatures. It marks the launch of a successful dot com (that has thus been absorbed by a large corporation) and everyone has signed their name as perhaps a fulfilling of the moment, but also, in my mind, as an insecure marker of “Hey! I was here! Really!”