"When technology became cool again" - Salon   
"Blog-rolling for votes and dollars" - Farhad Manjoo, Salon

"I've been doing essentially the same job of writing a weekly tech column since I started at Salon, which was 2008."

Definition of a tech columnist: "part explainer, part futurist, part moralist, and part advocate for users of technology."

I shoulda known it was Farhad who killed gadget blogging... Though I do agree that Kara Swisher is very good.

"There's nothing an 'expert' can do on Alexa that an 'amateur' can't do."

If work is no antidote to death, nor a denial of it, death is a powerful stimulus to work. Get done what you can!

Donald Hall on "Fresh Air," 1993

These are the whitest, most core literary conversations in the history of the world, but they're also some of the sweetest.

without autumn
no spring no summer no autumn no winter
no rain no peony thunder no woodthrush
the book is a thousand pages without commas
without mice maple leaves windstorms
no castles no plazas no flags no parrots
without carnival or the procession of relics
intolerable without brackets or colons
silence without color sound without smell
without apples without pork to rupture gnash
unpunctuated without churches uninterrupted
no orioles ginger noses no opera no
without fingers daffodils cheekbones
the body is a nation a tribe dug into stone
assaulted white blood broken to fragments
provinces invade bomb shoot shell
strafe execute rape retreat and attack
artillery sniper fire helicopter gunship
grenade burning murder landmine starvation
the ceasefire lasts forty-eight hours
then a shell explodes in a market
pain vomit neuropathy morphine nightmare
confusion terror the rack the screw
vincristine ara-c cytoxan vp-16
loss of memory loss of language losses

foamless unmitigated sea without sea
delirium whipmarks of petechiae pcp
multiple blisters of herpes zoster
and how are you doing today i am doing
one afternoon say the sun comes out
moss takes on greenishness leaves fall
the market opens a loaf of bread a sparrow
a bony dog wanders back sniffing a lath
it might be possible to pick up a pencil
unwritten stanzas taken up and touched
beautiful terrible sentences unuttered
the sea unrelenting wave gray the sea
flotsam without islands broken crates
block after block the same house the mall
no cathedral no hobo jungle the same women
and men they long to drink hayfields
without dog or semicolon or village square
without monkey or lily without garlic
Without, by Donald Hall

Only this strange combination of completely unrelated podcast episodes could lead to the realization that Terry Gross and Kara Swisher sound like they could or should be sisters.