I went a little light on blogging the last week or two as a combination of workload and concert week stress took their toll. And, as is customary, all hell broke loose across the blogosphere. The combination of the discovery of the identity of Salam Pax (he’s a gay Iraqi translator who now has a column in the Guardian and who worked for other reporters without their even knowing!) and the passage by the FTC of the new relaxed regulations for media ownership (though no one has actually seen the regulation in question, I’m told it probably still requires media owners to be human) has me reeling.
So reeling, in fact, that I’m half inclined to give both of them a miss. I’m feeling some post-war numbness, folks, right around the spot between my eyes. So better wait until this afternoon for my critical instincts to kick in. I’ve got to get to work, but I’ll be loading up my CD player with Big Star and New Pornographers for that pop inspiration.