If you read the judge's decision you understand WHY he decided as he did. It has to do with the way Oregon law is written.
I wish the judge had in this instance looked a little higher up, though. Journalists, as they've existed through time and particularly as they existed during the approval of the Bill of Rights, include those whose "publications" more resembled this blogger or ranty little 'zines little more than leafletting about town.
I'm glad and a little irritated at the result of looking it up. Because the result is a multi-thought pileup in my headspace highway. I usually like those, but let me list them out. You'll see why I got irritated. The post "this is why I'll never be an adult" mirrors some of the unfortunate cycles of my creative life. The meme – not the way the article features it but the way the meme has used the phrase "ALL THE THINGS" resembles the reason for this cycle in both fortunate and happy and unfortunate and unhappy ways.
Every year I go through this. I never like it. It feels like running a gauntlet. And I feel more than a little betrayed.
Ah, well. It's the holiday season, and many charities are out there with good reason. There are a lot of people in need. This is the beginning of winter here where, for pretty much everyone out on the street, it gets cold. And it is the season for those iconic red kettles with their iconic bell ringers. Tugging on that urge to pitch in a little and spread the good will around.
Something you may not have noticed, if you're the type to jump in to Occupy and damn all the politicians to heck and hell and back to heck again. A little phenomenon that's kind of close to what happened to the climate change debate. A false duality in journalism.
You see the easy way out for the media to say they were unbiased is, rather than factcheck everyone they interview, just give equal air time to "both sides" of a debate. Rather than find the most thoughtful representatives, stack up equal numbers of "both sides" of a debate.
I'm asking, because the question was brought to me, twice now, once online and once in person. The inconvenient and potentialy hazardous side effects of the Occupy protests. Ambulences and fire engines can't get through when streets are blocked. People that live on an hourly wage day by day, one such person needed to get past the blockade to the closed Oakland port.
Today is American Censorship day. The day we take time out to recognize that, though not in my view a good idea, the US Congress can completely take it upon itself to make the Internet unviable as a place for free speech, innovation, and anything other than a haven for the same drek that cable companies and large scale movie studios foist off on us as their sure-hit low-risk productions. Oh, and it'd make it relatively trivial to emulate Chinams Great Firewall. Supposedly to some in the MPAA this is a laudable and workable goal.
Have you ever noticed yourself shift sideways a bit after reading a particularly descriptive bit of novel. Right now I'm going through reading Zero History. I'd started it, got distracted (through no fault of the book's), and picked it back up again recently. I'm finding I read Gibson a bit more carefully ever since he said he used characters' own attention to the world around them to characterize them to the reader.
