Oh, how we kid at TGTV. Last I left you, there was a gigantic post in your Christmas stocking. See, generous. But last year at this time, over on The Bastard Machine, I - lover of New Year's resolutions - said that I was going to blog less in 2007.
Give me a second to stop the laughter which has turned into a wheeze as I bend over and hold my knees.
OK, so didn't cut down. I did more. I even launched this here handy SECOND blog. Other than that, I actually did well on my resolutions.
One for this year, one small one, is not to make any big ass statements on the blog. And how could I, anyway, as I prepare for Wire Week. Gotta get ready for the de-cos.
That said, I should be honest with you. I've pretty much lost my interest in this blogging thing. I'm not going to stop - that would be foolish. I'll have a lot of things to post in 2008. Both here and at The Bastard Machine (but probably a lot less over there). Still, as the Clem Snide song "I Love the Unknown" says:
They asked him,
"hey, where's this bus going?"
and he said, "well, I'm really not sure."
"well then, how will you know where to get off?"
and he said, "the place with the most allure."
Blogging: Not the most allure for me right now. I've got some other ideas. A book. Good walks spoiled. Writing a better column. Something zen. Who knows?
Onward: I've been watching "The Wire." I put it off for a long time. Not exactly a man bites dog headline here, but it's goddamned great. Plus, it posits another issue we scribes joke about all the time: Journalism is dead.
Maybe not that harshly. But it gets the notion of failed journalism empires just about right. Which means it's not just the cops and the criminals and the docks and the cities themselves in David Simon's worldview that are all broken. His old profession, too. Except we journalists knew that a long, long time ago.
My review runs Friday.