web pages aren't printed on paper2002.12.19

Web pages aren't printed on paper: “When a new medium borrows from an existing one, some of what it borrows makes sense, but much of the borrowing is thoughtless, and often constrains the new medium. If you ever get the chance to watch early television drama you'll find a strong example of this. Because radio required a voice-over to describe what listeners couldn't see, early television drama often featured a voice over, describing what viewers could. It's a simple but striking example of what happens when a new medium develops out of an existing one.”

Weblogs in Meatspace. Cool idea.

Mozilla's Potpourri of Rendered XML: My co-workers met this idea with disbelief, and I was lucky enough to stumble upon this excellent article on the same day.

Thanks to BoingBoing, I can now get all the hottest schtuff on the Big Apple. Must go there soon.

This was so cool - scans of old menus dating back to the early 1900's. Filet mignon from $1.25. Those were the days. (thanks MeFi)

This last bit to share is political which I try very, very hard not to comment on here for fear of being forced to rename the site to AngiePundit or somesuch. Besides, I know next to nothing about politics except I know what I like and what I don't with nothing to back it up other than my gut reaction. Still, Mark Morford comes up with Shrub gems every so often and had to share this bit from his latest Morning Fix:

“The Shrub administration approved a very modest and actually rather insultingly miniscule increase Thursday in fuel economy for SUVs and small trucks, beginning with 2005. The Transportation Department will require fuel economy for SUVs, pickup trucks and minivans to increase by about 1.5 miles per gallon, gosh wow yawn whatever, over three years. Spokesweasels for the automakers actually had the gall to say a 1.5 mpg increase was "a significant increase" and a "daunting" challenge, snicker snicker, yeah right, as they all chuckled and snorted and patted each other on the back and toasted their gin and tonics as clusters of automaker execs sang drunken sea shanties in praise of oily Dick and squinty Bush in the background. "It's a minuscule number compared to what's needed and what's technically achievable," sighed environmentalists, though no one was listening to any loser progressives who actually care about the planet due to all the cheering at the drunken oil orgy going on at Lynne Cheney's fetish bunker. "Now we get to point to this insipid little legislation and say we actually did something for the envirun--, envuro--, envuron--, for the trees and stuff," squinted Dubya, bouncing up and down on Dickie's knee and then scampering off to go snort some more lime Jell-O mix off Ashcroft's thighs. ”

If you're not subscribed to Morning Fix - not a political newsletter, just one about current news and wet ideals from the recesses of Morford's mind - you are missing a golden opportunity to actually think and have your heart lifted and even laugh once in a while, three times a week. Go. Right now.

Which I guess makes me MorfordPundit.

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