Spotlight please. Can you hear me? Is this thing on-ON-ON-ON-ON-ON…okay, sorry. Now that I’ve got your undivided attention…I started this “blog” — truly the ugliest word of the 21st century — a little over a year and a half ago as a way to pimp essays, articles and whatnot that I wouldn’t be able to find a published home for elsewhere. Thanks to the disintegration of print media, with ill-conceived cheerleading by folks like Kos and Andrew Sullivan, we will all be blogging for 15 minutes in the future. I’ve grown quite addicted to my site and the ability to get insta-gratification out of fresh electronic screeds, and having a word-baby like this requires constant love and supervision.
But no man is an island, and neither is TECHNICOLOR DREAMS. I require a readership, and comments to fuel the esthetic fire. I get all tingly when I see a new comment from Leah or Chuck or Craig or JKeeling or THE FUTURIST! or Bob or even LexG and all the others (like “Romper Room” I can see frankbooth and J.D. and Daniel…). And in little over one year the site has expanded its audience to a surprising level to me and I’m honored anybody clicks over here to partake. There’s so much exquisite film and culture writing out there in cyber-space, it makes me sad the market for words has been devalued thanks to the democracy of the web. It’s an irony that historians will appreciate more than us someday. But my audience cares, and without your readership I would be alone (but not lonely) out here in the digital ether.
So while I am grateful for many things in this crazy, mixed-up world straddled between two centuries, as far as this blog goes, I bow in honor of your continued patronage.
Spotlight OFF. Back to our regularly scheduled programing:
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