Billmon, MIA these past long weeks (IMHO, just when we needed him most), pops up in the LA Times, delivering blogging’s last rites.
I see his point as he argues that blogging as it was a year and half ago is now dead, but methinks that the stink will be hanging around for months, maybe years…
It was intoxicating while it lasted, as was the sense of community I found with my readers. At the peak of Whiskey Bar’s popularity, I could count on receiving 100 or more comments about each post — articulate, querulous and sometimes profane voices from the Internet hinterland.
Recently, however, I’ve watched the commercialization of this culture of dissent with growing unease. When I recently decided to take a long break from blogging, it was for a mix of personal and philosophical reasons. But the direction the blogosphere is going makes me wonder whether I’ll ever go back.
Even as it collectively achieves celebrity status for its anti-establishment views, blogging is already being domesticated by its success. What began as a spontaneous eruption of populist creativity is on the verge of being absorbed by the media-industrial complex it claims to despise.
Not that much is going to be changing around here. I just do what I do. After the election, it will either be back to sniping at the fascist qualities of the same old President, or kvetching about the centrist qualities of the new President.
The comments are open, folks. Have at it, if you want.