I think about this graph a lot. At the moment, it’s because I’m rereading Clay Shirkey’s magnum opus from last spring, on the future of the industry. Click-through for a readably-large version.
# A Graphic History of Newspaper Circulation Over the Last Two Decades
Rilo Kiley’s Incidental Pop Album
A rather old article, whose content no longer really interests me, but which nonetheless answers all the sorts of questions I wondered a year and a half ago, and so I feel I should link for my former self’s sake: Was Under the Blacklight a shameless money grab? Are they proud of it? Is there still a Rilo Kiley anymore?
Song and Video by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeroes.
[after a whirlwind trip through my life stateside i am taking the redeye back tonight and feeling reflective and happy, happy like a stoned dog]
from a spoken interlude 2/3 through the song:
Him: Do you remember that day you fell out of my window?
Her: I sure do, you came jumping out after me.
Him: Well you fell on the concrete, nearly broke your ass, you were bleeding all over the place and I rushed you off to the hospital, you remember that?
Her: Yes I do
Him: Well there’s something I never told you about that night
Her: What didn’t you tell me
Him: While you were sitting in the backseat smoking a cigarette you thought was gonna be your last, I was falling deep, deeply in love with you, and I never told you till just now.
Sometimes all of life feels this way. No one can strum the chord the way Rosie can, either. It makes me glad that she found this song for herself.
Group That Shaped Death Penalty Gives Up on Its Own Work
“Capital punishment is going to be around for a while,” Professor Clark said. “What this does is pull the plug on the whole intellectual underpinnings for it.”
Fascinating: ‘Negro’ will make an appearance on the 2010 census form because there were large numbers of write-ins for the term in 2000, predominately among older Blacks.
Times to Remember, Places to Forget
A wonderfully pithy Times Op-Ed from the New Year, on the homogenization of place. It grazes vapidity, but I think ultimately makes makes a smart point smartly. Give it a quick read.
When the industrial smoothing of our nation’s once-variegated edges has been fully accomplished, Americans may no longer need to gather at midnight on the last day of the year to yearn for their yesterdays, because wherever they are they will see the landscapes of their youths.
Two thousand nine was a big year: it brought both a renewed sense of stability and a whole slew of adventure. As the calendar ticks over to a new decade, I reprise the venerable tradition – inherited from Jason Kottke – of cataloguing the year by its places. One or more nights spent in each city, asterisks denote places to which I returned. Links to the relevant flickr photos where available.
- New York, NY*
- Somerville, MA*
- Philadelphia, PA
- Paris, France
- Madrid, Spain
- Mojácar, Spain
- Malaga, Spain
- Rabat, Morocco*
- Marrakesh, Morocco
- Fès, Morocco
- Barcelona, Spain
- Sharon, CT
- Colorado Springs, CO
- Brooklyn, NY*
- Missoula, MT
- Campbell, CA
Previously: 2007, 2006 – there wasn’t a lot going on in 2008.
[via Rosie]
