via Call for non-profit, activist blogs (Joho the Blog):
…it would be interesting to build a public aggregator of blogs by non-profit and activist groups. Please list any you know in the comments section and I’ll start putting it together as soon as I gain critical mass.
Note: Please add them to the comment’s section of Rebecca’s blog.
It’s about time.
Markos is thinking about discussing Furious George‘s debate performance in his Guardian co,umn, but he’s not sure that’s the most effective way to help his British readers understand the U.S. presidential election. he’s asked the Daily Kos community to give him advice and suggestions about what to write.
(His deadline seems to be this evening.)
Following up on Rayne’s previous post and filchyboy’s addendum, my sense is that while Billmon is clearly thoughtful and a great writer, he makes the same mistake Klam made in the Times magazine cover story, which is to view the A-list, top-of-the-power-law bloggers for the whole shmear.
Of course some will cross over and sell out. Of course the “golden age” will end and blogging will be assimilated (although I’ve long been amused by the way Internet denizens can wax nostalgic for, say, six months ago). I remember when it happened to the web in the mid ’90s. Everyone said the independent, funky, arts sites would disappear because they couldn’t compete with Yahoo, et al.
Well, maybe they were eclipsed, harder to find for newcomers etc., but generally it’s just as easy now to host a funky cool website as it was a decade ago.
There is too much emphasis on mass success and not enough on the culture of collaborative media filtering and blogs that David Weinberger calls the tail of the power curve:
Thus, the tail of the power curve – which is probably at least 5 million blogs long – gets erased. In fact, the tail is where blog are having their most important effects. That’s where self and community, public and private, owned and shared are re-drawing their boundaries.
I’m meeting RFB co-contributor Liza Sabater outside P.S. 122 in my old neighborhood in just over an hour. Liza and I last met face to face something like six or eight years ago, so Liza, in case your blogging between now and 6:45, I wanted to tell you I’d be wearing my orange and black Yankees cap, so you can spot me in the crowd.
Getting a little backlogged with half-written weblog entries. I’m not sure event-blogging is really my forte. I wasn’t even able to muster anything for JazzFest this year after everyone loved the photo essays I published in 2003. Oh well. It all come out in the wash.
Go read True Dirt to get a sense of what I’m missing by being here in New York this week.
I enjoyed reading Louis (didn’t they call him Luke when he taught literature in New Jersey?) Menand in the New Yorker on how voters decide who to vote for:
[...] Voters go into the booth carrying the imprint of the hopes and fears, the prejudices and assumptions of their family, their friends, and their neighbors. For most people, voting may be more meaningful and more understandable as a social act than as a political act. [...]