I’m ten years burning down the road
Nowhere to run aint got nowhere to go
The 10-year anniversary of Rhetorica has come and gone without notice. Or, rather, I’m noticing it now almost three weeks late.
Ten years means Rhetorica is one of the oldest, continuously-published blogs on the interwebs. That’s kinda cool.
Moving forward… I’m not sure what that means. I’ve obviously tired of day-to-day blogging here. That was apparent awhile back when I declared that I was no longer interested in examining the press-politics nexus. Part of the reason for that is my belief that political reporting in the United States is broken — hopelessly broken. And politics for that matter is also hopelessly broken. I fear the whole damned experiment we call America is broken.
If we are to fix anything, I think we have to start in our local communities where the insanity of partisan national politics, and the stenographic journalism that enables it, is often an annoying insect buzzing about our heads. We swat it away and get on with the business of making our lives better where it really counts. I’m getting a lot more satisfaction with my local blogging than I am with Rhetorica because, frankly, Carbon Trace makes a difference.
I have occasionally written about local journalism on Rhetorica. And I may do so again from time to time.
I would say “stay tuned” except that I’m not sure what you’d be tuning in for I’ll let you know when I figure it out.