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Hey folks. Seeing as I haven't updated anything here in months upon months upon last-year, you might just have deduced that this is a dead space. I packed up and moved on a long while ago, and while most folks have made their way over to my new internet digs, apparently some people are still digging this dinosaur up. It's over. It's dead. In the words of Ferris Bueller, "What are you still doing here? Go home. . ."

The thing is, when I hit critical LJ mass and feel the need to kill off an old site, I usually don't mention it. That's kind of the point of switching; it gives me a nice clean slate. I figure if you're the kind of cat who cares to pay attention to these sorts of things, you'll find a way to move along with me. We're tight like that.

What I didn't anticipate was my rise in Googlability, a topic which I'm currently describing in another window for a different website address. While half the fun of killing off an old page is that you get to stop caring who comes upon it, it seems a few random types are stumbling upon this page, on account of Google and old articles, as opposed to the new one. I'll be honest in saying this disturbs me if only from an ego standpoint; in retrospect, the writing in here is shit. It's okay, I've come to terms. We all grow, as people, and I've made a nice step up from these old days.

This all goes to say, if by way of Google or God-only-knows whatever else, you come upon this very page (or anything in the archives), it is sorely out of date and not providing you with the proper image of that which is Dylan.

Moving on from there, if you're not someone I particularly dislike (which is likely, cause I'm a guy and the combination of testosterone and a short attention span makes me unable to hold a grudge for longer than it takes for me to see something shiney), drop me a line. I can point you in the direction of my new digs in a fairly painless and quite personal way.

I am Dylan, and I'm a giver. So given that:

This is the last post this page will ever see, which should have been evident by now. Comment if you'd like to be updated, and I will be willing to do so in a fairly painless manner.

Like I said, it's an ego thing. I can admit. I don't really care if you hate me, but at least hate me for something I wrote with spellcheck, a proper command over the English language, and done recently enough for me to remember.

Drop a line in the meantime, and take care of yourself if you don't.
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I know a lot of cats around here read Penny-Arcade regularly, but maybe you just hit the comic and pass over the newspost and missed this little tidbit. Still, to start from the beginning...

I really do like those guys, Tycho and Gabe. Anytime just a couple of guys with internet access, a bunch of video games and some natural talent in art and writing can put together something like that, hey, what's not to like? And they're some pretty good fellas, you know, as people. This is evidenced well enough in their latest drive, doing a Toys-For-Tots kind of thing for the Seattle Children's Hospital.

It's funny in that, if you read the site regularly, you know those two command their couple hundred-thousand daily readers as something of a digital broadsword to whatever cause sticks out. I remember once they made a quick post on raising money for some kid with cancer, and the donation pool was full by the end of the day. They have the power to destroy a site simply by linking it, since the traffic they create on the server the link is enough to knock it down indefinatly. Hell, they paid their rent and living expenses for five years on nothing but monthly posts of "Hey, I need rent money if you want to contribute". Like I said, if you read regularly, you know, but I've always thought it was a helluva thing they've got going on.

Still, I've never chimed in here over one of their causes before, not even the cancer kid, till now. I chime in now cause I'm big on Christmas. I'm also big on volunteering, and contributing, and good people getting off their asses to help other good people in a bind. I was just raised that way. Every time there was a canned food drive, or a bread bank of some kind, even at the age 10 or 12 my mom was always dragging my brothers and I there to sign our pre-pubescent asses out to volunteer doing [i]something[/i] there to help out. I remember right after I'd move to Florida for the first time, the devistating Hurricane Andrew destoryed a good portion of Miami with the power of a nuclear bomb. While my dad had to drive down to Homestead to survey a couple of stores of his that got leveled, my mom pulled us along too to volunteer at the Daily Bread Food Bank every day for a couple of weeks busting our asses doing anything from unloading crates of food from trucks to a warehouse, or from the warehouse back into trucks, or passing out said food, or clearing debris away from wrecked homes, all in the spare that my buddies were out playing video games and football. I'm just saying that these days, I'm damn glad she made me bust my ass doing that stuff, and I think more parents should do the same.

Anyway, Christmas. Needless to say she was even more fanatical about the volunteering around Christmas time than usual. Hell, I was even in the Boy Scouts which didn't make it any easier on me.

(Obligary Mission Hill Quote: "What's that computer game you're playing?" "You're roll playing as a viking warrior where you can develop your character and amass your own viking army in a castle you build and own and play on the internet warring with other viking warlords from all over the world!" "Man, you kids are lucky these days. When I was a kid all we had were the Boy Scouts.")

Still, every Christmas we were volunteering at different Toys For Tots kind of organizations, or collecting toys (a 12 year old going door to door asking for toys for orphans is a powerful thing indeed) for these group foster home communes up the street from us... all kinds of stuff. And every Christmas we had to pick a present of our own, or buy our own if we didn't want to give one up, to donate to one of those children's places. (Hell, then mom would even volunteer us to go and pass out said toys to the children if we could, said it'd do us good to follow through and see what happened instead of throwing anonymous pity money around, or something to that effect.)

I'm just saying, all this rambling and going toward the point that I really do believe in good folks pitching in and helping out other folks. Especially such sick-kids organizations, the kinds of people whom aren't in a position to help themselves (not like welfare bums, that's another rant, I'm still a Republican here). And especially around the Holidays.

So needless to say it warms my heart to see the Penny-Arcade cats stepping up to the plate and using that broadsword they call readership for something like this. Moreover, I love the fact that they're doing it in the name of good-hearted video-gamers everywhere; gamers buying games for kids who otherwise can't have them for the holidays. Put a good headline in the paper about video game folk instead of just another one about how we all grow up to be mindless killers on account of our hobby.

He words it better in the newspost which you can catch on the PA website (EDIT: Updated to reflect the new link), with more details.

The funny thing is that this comes on the heel of my coverage of the FTAA protests for work (some of you talking to me on AIM have caught the gist of that), where the cornerstone of my article was more or less: If 20,000 people want to gather in downtown Miami to protest against "The Establishment" and the FTAA on the grounds that they're trying to fight poverty (and all the poor workers who'll be hurt by the trade pact, blah blah blah) then I've got a better idea for them; all the tens of thousands of them waving signs and picking fights with the police can put down their pickets, walk four blocks north to the Camilus House, pick up an apron and volunteer in the soup kitchen. I'm sure they'd be happy to have 20,000 volunteers for a week, and imagine all the work they'd get done ctually fighting poverty with that number of people working together, instead of working together to throw bricks at the police and light dumpsters on fire.

This kind of toy drive sort-of-thing is more or less my idea of what can happen when you get that many people together to actually do something functional to help other people out.

So here we are, 15 billion pages later, when I get to the point. They've (Penny-Arcade) more or less set up an Amazon.com wishlist of things they're trying to get for these kids. Many are video game related (after all, they're doing this in the name of good gamers), and some aren't. They go from expensive (DVD players, Xbox/GCN/PS2 bundle kits) to mid-range (Video games and movies of all kinds, from newer things around $50, to old Game Boy games for $19, all prices), to cheap stuff (disposible cameras for $5, headphones for $2.50, a freakin' pack of batteries), and everything in between (from Barbie dolls to model planes and such). Point is, there's something for everyone.

I figure if you guys here can Pay-Pal me out of a(n undeserved) speeding ticket, and throw together cash for someone on this board to get a video game, and all the other kickin' things we actually do when we stop talking about inane pointless topics (and even when we do) and kind of pool our resources... like Gabe says in the thing, even if it's only a pack of batteries you throw in, or a pair of those $2 headphones, it's something, ya know? If you spring for a used $20 video game even, that's fine. Those Kodak disposible cameras are great and cheap, or again like they said at PA, if you pick in with a whole bunch of people to donate a PS2 bundle or whatever the hell... hey, it's something, right?

(On a personal note, it utterly warms my heart to see one of the most donated items (Desired: 10, Donated: 7) being the old-school 1000 piece tub of Legos, $20. Easily my own favorite toy as a kid, not these pirate-of-the-carribean pre-built Lego things they sell, but just a tub of random sized bricks and imagination, people!)

Anyway, I'll take this moment to directly link the Amazon.com wish-list/donation center, in case you don't hit the Penny-Arcade webpage to get the fully skinny.

So I guess I've said my piece for now, and I really hope some of you folks with even an extra $2-$5 lieing around picks up a pack of those batteries or headphones or toy trains (actually those trains ran about $15-$20, crazy times indeed) and really do take a bit out of doing something for someone else this season.


(EDIT: Also, if this is the LiveJournal version you're reading and you do dig on the idea and such, please do post the link in your own journal (or cut and paste, I don't mind) to spread the word. For someone who writes so much, I have very few folks on my list myself, so if some of you who have 50 or 100+ put it in yours... hey, can't hurt, right? Thanks.)

Current Mood: hopeful hopeful
Current Music: Fiona Apple - Pale September (Christmas music for me)

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Dear readers, once again I bring you an event so prolific in it's auditory nature, I must enlighten your human lives with it's information. Unlike the last event to which I mentioned, this really is a cultural event, not just something I masquarade as one with my extensive verbosity, which as I hear, later degrades into a bunch of drunked community college kids playing Fight Club in a front lawn.

No no my friends, this event to which I am about to plug is well beyond that, above it, beside it, in more ways than 10. Honestly, if you're looking for something quite the opposite of the last event, this may be your dig.

It's sheer venue should add a particular amount of legitimacy, as it shall be hosted at my own personal favorite, The Wallflower Gallery. In fact, so intellectual is the music which you shall hear this Saturday night at the Wallflower Gallery, the band name itself is a play-on-words of A Clockwork Orange... but in Spanish! If that doesn't lend some form of culture into your corporeal lives, I'm afraid my own being is in vain.

Regardless, I've heard this group myself, La Granja Mecanica, and in my own certain way I give it a seal of approval, deeming it worth checking out in a venue such as this. Hell, one of the members runs a hip little non-profit multimedia art organization out of the Design District (for which yours truly writes similarly epic Press Releases), so as not to soil your opinion with specifics, let it stand for what it may.

My own 6:30 am ramblings aside, this would be a wonderful cue to post the damned flyer and urge you all to attend. Cause if you don't, my life will be as failed as Milli Vanilli's Grammy. Boo-yah with the late-80s pop culture reference.

Graphical motivation (not designed by me, so no undeserved credit is taken), is as follows:

Attend. Cause it's better than hearing the same five songs at Poplife instead.
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I am feeling stressed. It is something I do not like.

I plan on switching journals soon (as tends to happen at random intervals), so be notified. Hence a lack of updates. I'm just a little torn; I just paid on this account recently, and finally perfected my style to my liking. Hm, we'll work this out. More pressing matters at hand, first. I'll check back in later.

Also, I'd like to highly recommend the Lost In Translation soundtrack. New Kevin Sheilds music and a classic My Bloody Valentine track aside, it's out-fucking-standing. That is all.
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I must say, aside of mentioning an editorial of some kind that I'd like you to read, I hardly ever link just a regular news article about something random, unless it gets me pretty damned fired up.

This is one of those articles.</i> Click this link, now, and I mean that more than I've ever meant it before.

Click that link and prepare yourself for utter disgust, then feel free to stop back here and drop some comments on it. I'm still in awe that they can legally do that. I mean, I'm a supporter or corporeal punishment, don't get me wrong, it done me fine. If I fucked up as a kid, did something I wasn't supposed to do, I'd get smacked, 'nuff said. If I was lucky, my mom smacked me. If I was unlucky it was my dad. If my mom ever said "That's it, I'm calling your father", I knew I was fucked. But it's all for the better, I turned out all right, and I have no problem with parents who want to enforce warrented physical punishment. I mean, it's not like my parents would hit me for no reason, and obviously there were lesser levels of punishment, groundings, whatever else, but I don't see any problem with having to put a little force behind your rules, ya know?

But that article is just fucking sick. I'd get smacked for being caught doing something bad, and these kids are being forced to lie in insolation, face-down, on a tile floor, for up to eighteen-months at a time?? Argh, I don't want to ruin it by venting here too much, but read the thing, be appaled, and then we'll talk.

Although I will say, it sounds like fucking mind-control shit. God, listen to the "rehabilitated kids'" pre-programmed responses. And that fucking bit about their sitting-in-a-circle attempt at "therepy", which means "pick on the girl with anorexia"? Argh, I said I wouldn't do say anymore, but needless to say, I'm a bit touchy about the subject of turning kids into fucking zombies.
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I'm hurtin'. I just got a speeding ticket in Shores (I was going with the freakin' flow of traffic), and have $12 in my checking account. Give me money. Hand-outs. C'mon. If I get 10 people to chip in $5 each, I'll be on my way there... or 20 people to chip in $10 each, then I'll have some money left over for a taco! Huh?! Huh?! It's a good deal, eh?

See that picture? That's a clickable button. Try it! Click it! Click it hard and fast!

See? That's how my face looked when some cop who was old enough to be my dad's dad's dad's former yet older roommate, hoofs up to my car pointing at the rader gun, unwilling or (more likely) unable to read it himself. That's my D: face. Click that picture and turn it into a :D face.

Donations! There's a button there for you! Be kind! Chip a dollar! Chip two! Ten! A hundred! We're all among friends here! For godsakes! 'The Man' is conspiring for me to never be able to afford to move to New York! Ahhhhh!
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By now, my dear readers, you know I like to keep you abreast of all the hip joints in the greater Miami area. All the mod club happenings, interjecting any amount of culture into your South Florida lives by suggesting anything from poetry readings, to art gallery unveiling, to a hot night of deep-funk music being spun at the hippest (and by definition, the most underrated) new club in Miami. Anything to show you all why I love this city so, and events that hopefully will make you respect it for what it has to offer as well.

This is not one of those events.

In fact, far from it, this will be at a house, thereby possibly making it a house party. Fret not, my friends, for Dylan is here to the rescue. In an effort to make this not too reminiscent of certain childhood events thrown by a Mr. Kid and a Mr. Play (c'mon, we all remember those movies), I will be here to try and add a little proper flair to it, where at all possible. Okay, maybe we can get a little Kid & Play on it, but just for nostalgia purposes.

Honestly though, this should be a pretty good time. Apparently this mansion is a cathedral of sorts, within such sanctified walls we shall indulge our exuberance. On hand, yours truly will be manning the decks all night long, DJing for the lay-person, spinning some much needed musical-goodness into your weary Top 40s lives. Anyone whose caught Tao Radio over the years, knows you've got some good stuff in store for you. In addition, a special Guest DJ, fresh off the tables at the hip club Purdy Lounge in the heart of South Beach, may just be spinning his way into our little House Of Love, for some epic sets, if you listen. Trust me, it'll be good.

But wait, he says, there's more! In addition to such world renowned DJs heading out for this gig, a veritable gaggle of other live music performences shall grace our stage (or lack thereof) as well. I'd hate to ruin the suprise (and I don't have the list of names in front of me at the moment), but do expect to hear an assortment of live bands jamming the night away at our most humble shindig.

Bring a friend. Bring two friends. Bring a hundred. We do want this to be a helluva bash (did I mention it's half-assedly celebrating my birthday? Assuming I don't want to throw something for that as well), so as far as invites go... if you aren't from Al-Queda, you're welcome. Everyone. I don't care if you're reading this and thinking "Oh, he can't possibly mean me too", cause yes, I want you there also. All of you. And bring some friends. Have your friends bring friends. The music, the location, the drinks, are all set up. Now it's up to you, fine citizens, to take up the reigns of the last facet of this epic gathering, and bring the personality, the population, the freakin' people.

As I bring the prose, I also come bearing gifts of a graphical nature. A brand new flyer, just created by yours truly, to feast your megar eyes upon.

There you have it, ladies and gentlemen. This Wednesday. What? A Wednesday? You want to have this sort of a phenomenal bash on a Wednesday of all days? Yes! And why? Cause we like to fly in the face of convention! Fridays and Saturdays were long ago confiscated by the tennants of mainstream social offerings, who decreed that man must work Mon-Fri, confining such adventures to a Sat-Sun restrictive jar of entertainment, stuck in an endless rut of an unfair 5:7 work vs fun ration. We're here to say, as Twisted Sister once did so eloquantly, that We're Not Gonna Take It! We're Not Gonna Take It! We're Not Gonna Take It... Uh... Aaaanny Mooore! Call the day off work, you don't need to go to class, or realize that the human body can't possibly need as much sleep as "The Man" would have you believe. It can be done.

And I know you. I know who you are, I know what you're saying. You may have dismissed this outright, thought not to come, made up some lame internal excuse, or just said "Eh, I don't feel like it." Ponder this, my friends. Should you stay in your Comfort Zone, this coming Wednesday, and not partake in the festivities in which we offer, such a night will meld-together into an undistinguishable thread in the tapestry which is your life. It's the truth. In five years from now, 09.17.03, Wednesday, will mean as little to you as any of the other hundreds of wasted, uneventful days. But think, just think for a moment, if you come and experience this history in the making.

You will have made a moment. You will have made a memory.

Years from now, I promise you, you still will remember nights like tomorrow, or any other night in which you take the initiative to have some memorable take place in your life. Give yourself a story to tell on Thursday, or a next week, or while reminiscing with your buddies years from now, remembering that crazy party that one Wednesday night that you got no sleep or missed some otherwise-forgettable class to go to. Do you think you'll remember what happened at work or in class on Thursday, years from now? Lieing on your deathbed, will that day stand out in comparison to any other day you've lived in your life? When your life moves beyond such things, you'll realize that all you have left are the memories; the collections of moments that you've gathered throughout the years, making your life seem like one worth living.

This, is one of those moments. Don't waste it.

Beyond my prose, you now have the flyer, and I do urge you to make an appearance. Even if you think you won't know anyone, hey, neither will I. We want people who don't know each other, people who can meet people, new people, instead of the same old social circles. Even if you can only make it for an hour, please do, have something to show for the night.

If you need a ride or better directions, or looking to carpool, whatever the reason, just let me know and I'll see what I can set.

As a means of comparison, I'm going to LJ Cut the original flyer, though I do believe mine better (if I didn't, I wouldn't have made it in the first place, right?), you may garner some nugget of wisdom from it, or just revel in seeing the much vaunted Seguay People Mover. See you tomorrow.

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Current Mood: motivated
Current Music: !!! - Me And Guiliani..., JJ Fad - Blame It On The Muzick

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Conversation I had with a homeless guy in South Pointe Park as I went to eat my lunch, a turkey sandwich and soup, from Secret Sandwich Co (in the Design District, I highly recommend). Was kinda amusing as I retold it later, so here you go.

Homeless Guy: "Sir, sir... any spare change?"

Dylan: "Sorry buddy, just put it all in the meter. Got some soup here though, if you wanna grab something to eat with me."

HG: "... What kind of soup?"

D: "Lentil, I think."

HG: "Uh, no, that's all right."

D: "What, you don't want it?"

HG: "I don't want lentil."

D: "You're asking me for change and now you're being picky? C'mon buddy, honestly, you live in the park, how can you be picky?!"

HG: "I'm not picky."

D: "Yes you are!"

HG: "I'm not.

D: "What is it then?"

HG: "I'm not picky... I just don't like lentil!"

D: "..."

HG: "..."

D: "... You do raise a good point. Best of luck to you then, I'll drop by on my way back if I have any leftover sandwich."

LG: "Appreciate it, sir."

D: "Anytime."

Current Mood: amused amused
Current Music: The Walkmen - Everyone Who Pretended To Like Me Is Gone

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Of course, in response to a recent unsigned comment, I'd just like to announce that I'm heading down to Fuacata tonight for a night of fun and dancing, in case anyone would like to join (which I'd highly suggest). See you there!
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They say to be a writer, you must first be a reader. I'd like to think that I follow that to a 'T'. I usually have at least one novel or so, floating around, waiting for chapters to be picked off by my eyes, day by day, in between the so-called "important things in life". Although most people who know me by now, know that my real love comes from all the alternative weeklies I pick up, both print and otherwise. The "otherwise", of course, being the internet, which I love dearly, more and more every day. There's so many wonderful writers out there, who otherwise wouldn't have a forum with which to put their material out to the world, in the old system of information, pre-internet. Thankfully now, there's endless streams of information, quality stuff, just waiting for us to get around to finding it.

I digress. Aside of my obvious love of the Miami New Times, and my newfound ability to read the Village Voice, even as a non-New Yorker, online, there's quite a few other columns I dedicate myself to reading. Whether it's the lengthy (in a good way) columns that accompany each new Penny Arcade, or cultural insight of all types in Free Williamsburg, if you ever wonder exactly what I'm doing when you see me online during my day, it's usually constantly reading and digesting something of the like.

Occasionally, as you know, I find out that's too good not to plug, and implore you all to read as well. Fret not, for this is one of those times. While I may not agree with the rampant political bias of Free Williamsburg, they are generally spot on with music, art, any kind of culture, and many other random opinion columns. Hell, I don't even mind the politics so much, I'm used to that, being the (seemingly) sole Republican participating in the cultural scenes; and if the people I hang out with, only always ever agreed on things, this world would be a pretty boring place.

You know what, I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me plug the article now. Read this article now, before you go any further. Sort of an editorial/opinion/anecdote on the New York Blackout. There, it's a nice big link. Stop reading this now. Go back and click that link, honestly, that's the whole point of my post, to try and get you to read that article. So go do it now, open another window, and then click back here when you're done.


Wasn't that a great article? Needless to say, I sure thought so. In fact, those are the kinds of articles I look for when I'm reading, and the kinds of articles I take influence in and try to emulate (influenced by, not ripping-off of) when I write. The funny thing? Anyone whose taken a single journalism class of any kind, will be told first things first, to do your best to write the exact opposite of what I posted above. To any of the so-called "experts", everything I love in journalism, is everything that should be avoided at all costs.

Let's take the black-out for example. There was a black-out in New York and half a dozen other major places. This we know. We were talking about cable TV the other day while I was having a drink at Luna, and all agreed that you don't need TV news to get your news. You can't avoid important news. I knew about the black-out, no one specifically told me, I didn't see it on TV, but I'm sure I picked it up somewhere. Again, I credit the internet. What's the point of waiting till 5:00 or 11:00 or the "morning edition" for your news, when you'll find out anyway (and probably quicker), online, or from someone else who caught it online, and on and on.

So yes, a black-out. I didn't watch it on the news, but I caught the relative details. There was a black-out, things were calm, no looting or anything, faulty power grid, people hung out in the streets and had BBQs instead of stealing, and we once again prove to doubters that despite popular belief, people aren't stupid animals. Now, should Free Williamsburg have properly reported on the blackout, it would have been a completly objective review of exactly what facts I stated above. Objective. Objective. Objective. The three O's of journalist. Completly try to remove yourself from your story. You're reporting like a machine, disassociate yourself from everything, take no sides, have no opinion, make no comments, just transcribe the events as they happened. Don't use big words. Vocabulary is the journalist's enemy. People are stupid. The people reading your articles are stupid. You shouldn't use words that might confuse them. Rule of Thumb: All words will confuse your reader. Words are confusing. Many words grouped together (we'd call them sentences, but that's trade-jargon) are even more confusing. Write like you're talking to a 3rd grader, since that's what your readers are: Children. Have we had enough Journalism 101 yet?

Now I know that blackout/FreeWilliamsburg article wasn't technically "news", per se, but an opinion/commentary. Hey, I'm not here to nitpick, just make a point. There's a reason why I'll spend all day combing feedsites reading articles like that one, but care not to subscribe to the Miami Herald or the New York Times. I knew there was a blackout, why would I care to read a hundred thousand articles that all state the same objective point? Had that article been just another report on the blackout, I'd probably have skimmed over it just like I did with every other article on Yahoo News, or whatever pops up on my screen in the morning. In this day and age, most of us know the news almost before it happens. By definition, if all these journalists are being completly objective, reporting on just the facts and leaving themselves out of the equation, every single article should be the same. All facts, no opinion, no personal takes, you're reporting on the one truth, therefore there should only be one article. Of course, looking at most news of that sort, it's pretty damn close.

The difference is I don't want to read endless amounts of objective articles on current events. I want to hear from people who care about what they're writing about, people who write who actually have something to say. To me, that article in FreeWilliamsburg, changed it from "just some blackout" for me, to a story, a human being relating something worth listening to, to other human beings.

As Spider Jerusalem once said, "It's the Journalism of Attachment. It's caring about the world you report on. Some people say that's bad journalism, that there should be a detached, cold, un-biased view of the world in our news media. And if that's what you want, there are security cameras everywhere that you could watch tapes of. I want to see humans talking about human life, personally. I want to see people who give a shit about the world."

That about sums it up. Even if I don't agree with what someone is saying, I'd prefer they actually had something to say, as opposed to hiding behind the ambiguity of "journalistic ethics". I don't agree with the politics of FreeWilliamsburg, in fact sometimes it makes me want to throw my monitor through a fucking window, but you know what? I consider that a good thing. At least it's reaching me on some level, even if I disagree, that's cause we both have beliefs and opinions, and points to try and make. I'm not looking for an argument when I go to read any article, and I'm not saying all journalists should have some hidden agenda, but I am saying that personality is getting sucked out of, for lack of a better word, "mainstream" writing for a while now. I mean, didn't we all start on this at some point, cause we wanted to be writers? I don't know anyone who got into journalism to simply transcribe events like a machine, like data-entry of the world around you.

I believed I linked to an article last time, that a cat had written on the topic of video-gaming journalism, and journalism in general. A lot of insight in that article, I again suggest going back and checking it out if you'd missed it. There were a few points that pertain to what I mention today; a piece about journalists being reduced to guys who simply look for press-releases to reprint, and pre-written speeches to transcribe (along with a thousand other outlets providing the same info). I can't help it, I crave personality in my news. In everything from current events to music reviews. They're now saying in classes and the like, that it's good to "start a review with a little anecdote of a line or two before writing your review", or something of the like. While I appreciate the effort, half the time they sound more forced than anything. I'm half-quoting that Tim fellow from above, where he mentions reviewers starting their articles with painful anecdotes along the lines of, "Once I played a Final Fantasy game... uh... and on to the review." Meanwhile, I tracked down and read the author's review of Soul Calibur 2, to see what his take on it was, and honestly it's one of the better reviews I've seen in a while. Almost the entire damned thing was an anecdote, and quite long, but I was hanging on every word of something as (relativly) trite as a video game review. It talks about when he was homeless as a writer in Japan for a while and it released over there, and on and on, to his trip back into the States, dreaming about it on a flight, and it goes on and on for pages, not to horribly defile his review with my half-assed paraphrasing.

The point is, and this is the point, any other site in the world can have a review of Soul Calibur 2 that catagorizes, objectivly of course, "Graphics", "Sound", "Control", "Replay Value", etc, and detail it to a very precise and factual T. I don't care if you're GameSpot or IGN or any other site I've never seen, they can all have the same thing written down on the same factual catagories, written in the same, objective, un-biased and impersonal mannor. But, the only one who could write about Tim Roger's time spent homeless in Japan and his four pages of prose on his personal experiences surrounded that game, is Tim Rogers himself. Or Insert Credit's game reviews, to be more general. That's a unique article, that's something personal from someone who cares about what they're writing, and that's being a "writer", not a data-entry technician under the guise of a journalist. It's about creating something you can't get anywhere else, and that no one else can create, cause you're putting yourself in your writing, and while anyone else can copy techno-specifications and graphic-pixel-ratio jargon, "yourself" isn't something that can appear in anything but what you write, ya know?

I don't care if it's about a video game, music, religion or the socio-economical state of the country and world at large, but damnit, be a writer, not a security camera. In the meantime, there's enough alternative weeklies, feedsites, and other means of getting humanity and a little journalistic passion though the shroud of "un-biased indifference".

And you're reading one of them.

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