This comment on the previous item brought a huge smile to my face. It’s from Koranteng Ofosu-Amaah, a kindred spirit whom I’ve never yet met in person but whose remarkable essays on music, politics, and technology I regard as some of the highest literary accomplishments this new form called blogging has so far produced. You know those services that offer to print blogs and bind them into books? In general I see no point to them, but I would like to hold the Book of Koranteng in my hand and read it by the fireplace. Except not really, because the Book of Koranteng is, appropriately to the medium, ferociously hypertextual.
I’d lost track of Koranteng for a while. A different RSS feed maybe? Anyway, it’s great to reconnect. The last piece I remember reading, from back in October, was this epic poem about journalism, misdirection, a buried lead, and the Middle East. It’s part of his Things Fall Apart series which…well, I can’t begin to describe it, but don’t try to read this stuff at work. Read it at home, by the fireplace, on a WiFi-connected laptop. It’s amazing.