apologia pro dialogue with cnn mea
Evening at the chateau.
Paddy Pup is flumped beside my armchair. MC Hamster is pounding her wheel in protest at being confined to cage.
I am flicking through the channels on the sexevision.
By accident I land on CNN.
Not much sex there.
But what can you do?
A group of talking heads are discussing the internet.
The panel is chaired by an Irish girl called Fionnuala Sweeney.
The guests are a standard group of television droners.
They could drone for England.
Still it's a blessed relief from all the sex.
I listen.
One of the guests proclaims:
"What are the blogs exactly? They're 65 million people telling you what they had for breakfast."
Ah yes gentle travellers of the internet.
They're really scared of us, aren't they?
Because they haven't yet found a way to own us.
That is why every newspaper, every television programme, every satellite channel, every CNN, on the planet, is trying its damnedest to...
look...
like...
a...
blog...
we are the million million monkeys
clattering away on our computer key boards
reading each other
plagiarising each other
removing fleas from each other
and we know
one of us will be Shakespeare
Paddy Pup is flumped beside my armchair. MC Hamster is pounding her wheel in protest at being confined to cage.
I am flicking through the channels on the sexevision.
By accident I land on CNN.
Not much sex there.
But what can you do?
A group of talking heads are discussing the internet.
The panel is chaired by an Irish girl called Fionnuala Sweeney.
The guests are a standard group of television droners.
They could drone for England.
Still it's a blessed relief from all the sex.
I listen.
One of the guests proclaims:
"What are the blogs exactly? They're 65 million people telling you what they had for breakfast."
Ah yes gentle travellers of the internet.
They're really scared of us, aren't they?
Because they haven't yet found a way to own us.
That is why every newspaper, every television programme, every satellite channel, every CNN, on the planet, is trying its damnedest to...
look...
like...
a...
blog...
we are the million million monkeys
clattering away on our computer key boards
reading each other
plagiarising each other
removing fleas from each other
and we know
one of us will be Shakespeare
posted by heelers | 1:00 AM
5 Comments:
And Ben Jonson.
And Kit Marlowe.
And Thomas Kyd.
And Inigo Jones.
And...
Avid Fan
That's the spirit Avid.
Now you've got it.
James
Our local newspaper even had some of their reporters start writing blogs. I think all the blogs have folded now. Apparently, writing a blog that readers would visit frequently wasn't quite as quick and easy as it seemed.
We are the wave of the future.....no, we are the future happening right now...
In glorious technicolour freedom Adrienne!
J
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