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Friday, August 18, 2006

Enough with the quirky blogging already



Some how when you find that someone who sets out to repeat Caleb Smith's walk on every street on Manhattan, runs into someone who is pulling a frozen chicken as a deputy blogger for Tom Green it may be the time to pull the plug on blogging as a "they shoot horses don't they" phenomena or whatever.
I guess everything has its own dynamic, and blogging's is emergent rather than contained.
Probably predictable, though. Heading from quirky to abused.

6 Comments:

I walk three zillion miles a day.

No frozen chicken-toting interviewers, but I've run across two experienced condoms (two separate incidents, about five years apart).

Finding a used condom on the side of the road is a singular thing. You sort of think, "So much for the Darwinian Imperative."
Can you really blog about disappointing trends in blogging? I hate reality TV, but I wouldn't make a TV show to express that. I have no idea what a "they shoot horses don't they" phenomena is (nor does anyone else, I suspect), but in my own defense, if I had just called it a photo blog and done the same thing, would it be okay? The Tom Green deputy, though, deserves no defense.
"A Depression Era Reality Show" is a user comment on "They shoot horses...". TSHDT is a 1969 film with Jane Fonda and others that chronicles Dance Marathons of the 1930s.
I was just trying to make a point about ephemeral social phenomena.
In the last few minutes, I have just come across a walker in Australia 92 years old who seems to have walked all of Sydney. At http://www.walksydneystreets.net/index.htm.
Keep on walking, Shawn. Leave the chickens to someone else.
I think walking Manhattan seems a great way to discover the densest city in the world. Recently by the web I have been investigating the High Line and some of the people who have tracked that on Flickr etc.
Now it seems to be getting officially looked after, but I liked their stories of climbing fences and discovery of lost space, Poché, as it is sometimes called.
I have eaten horse, but wouldn't touch that frozen bloody chicken....
BTW I saw They Shoot Horses at a very vunerable age, but it has stck with me - very Steinbeck
i came here, i do not remember how i came here....stair case mind, step after step, luck, chance, hasard, etc.... I am in Paris France, opposite side of the earth?
all things Pluto have been dwarfed. just to keep gas clouds and comments out the club. not fair.

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