Depressing, invigorating, or encouraging? Maybe it’s just PR smoke and mirrors. Maybe it’s all another Amazon gimmick. I’m just pleased Americans are continuing to purchase books, regardless of the medium.
According to Amazon, yesterday marked the first time that more ebooks were sold than real books.
Young journalists, take heed:
You do not need to sleep your way into your dream job. Because your dream job should never take the form of a Carrie Bradshaw sex column in the New York Post.
And if you want to know if journalism is truly dead, you can thank Ashley Dupre for that.
Expensive PDFs will not save the magazine industry. …It’s just a hunch.
(via the Silicon Valley Insider)
After a massive last-ditch attempt to overhaul its image, Newsweek was faced with a new problem: how to brand a old new fangled magazine. How did they do? Well, the press push was paltry and there was no effort to engage the consumer. The Business Insider predicts Newsweek will fold in 2010.
Dismal circulation figures aside, the new Newsweek was doomed before you could say “redesign.” The magazine industry is ridding itself of the irrelevant titles, and there’s no longer an audience willing to pay for the weekly tiny niche between the Economist, the New Yorker, the internet and (of course) Time.
So long, Newsweek, auf Wiedersehen, good night.
A Radically Condensed History of Postindustrial Life
When they were introduced, he made a witticism, hoping to be liked. She laughed extremely hard, hoping to be liked. Then each drove home alone, staring straight ahead, with the very same twist to their faces.
The man who’d introduced them didn’t much like either of them, though he acted as if he did, anxious as he was to preserve good relations at all times. One never knew, after all, now did one now did one now did one.
–-David Foster Wallace
I don’t want to beat a dead horse, but let’s.
Let’s discuss why Tiger Woods has gotten more press coverage this week than Obama’s Bush-ian surge.
Are we in total denial? Are we hiding behind America‘s favorite ne’er sweaty athlete and yet another celebrity sex scandal so we don’t have to deal with the fact that the man we voted for is breaking our bleeding-heart— well, hearts?
No. This is just what we do around here.
And anyway, it’s purely a coincidence. You know, the beating. With a club. You know.
And you can’t look away from it, either.
(image via Richard Gin)
After Facebook went mainstream—you know, around the same time your mom’s yoga partner Joan friended you—and Oprah touted Twitter, 20-something iPhone-types needed a place to geek out where the masses wouldn’t find them. That’s where Foursquare came in, and that’s how Foursquare will go: silently in the good night, just like its brethren before it.
While many have deemed the social networking app the next Twitter, the few of us who quietly check into bars and restaurants and, yes, even the gym, are biding our time until our mayorships are gone for good. Soon, we’ll be checking in with our mom’s yoga partner. Even worse: our mom’s yoga partner Joan will be stealing our mayorships from us. And then what, Foursquare? Will we have deputy mayors? Will real life fights emerge over cheating and multiple check-ins?
I don’t know, I won’t be around long enough anyway. I’ll be onto the next big thing. Don’t tell my mom. And definitely do not tell Joan.