We Want Media

When the New York Times announced its plan to hold a contest for college students to win a trip with Pulitzer Prize-winning columnist Nick Kristof, more than a few people scratched their heads.

In our uber technological world, where new gadgets pop up ever day, the collective American attention span is approaching that of a houseplant. We need our info fast and we need everywhere, including, according to NBC, at the gas station.

Magazines are a fragile, fragile medium. In the young year that is 2006, Cargo, Celebrity Living and Elle Girl have all bit the dust and more (SPIN I'm looking at you) might be on their way.

The success of MySpace, in my estimation, is predicated on three things: idiocy, hormones and free time. All things that old folks don’t have and all reasons why MySpace Version 2.Old will not work.

If you read Esquire, I bet you have been, too. In its April issue, the magazine that calls itself a "guide for men who want to live a fuller, richer, more informed and rewarding life" pulled a hoax of literally mammoth proportions.

If Jon Stewart is the Walter Cronkite of the ever-expanding world of fake news, then Stephen Colbert is the Bill O’Reilly.

With the advent of the video iPod and the ever-growing need for television stations to diversify their media output, it comes as no surprise that networks have begun offering shows for convenient $1.99 downloads on iTunes.

Sometimes America is just a downer. When Iraqis are killing each other as often as they pray and Palestinians are freely electing terrorist organizations and the Vice President is shooting old retired lawyers in the face, one can do little more than furrow their brow and dream of better days.

In the past month or so more ink has been spilled in American newspapers than blood in Middle Eastern streets over the controversial cartoon depictions of Mohammed, some of which that ran in a Danish newspaper last September. Unfortunately, the vast majority of that ink went toward words rather than the images of the cartoons themselves.

When Angelina first started sporting the baby bump that launched a thousand ships, I saw pictures – the day of. When Nick Lachey was partying with Ms. Kentucky USA, I saw pictures – the day of.