Our Beloved Revolutionary Sweetheart
You’re furious. I never taught you to sing. You carry rocks in your head and pitch them. Without warning. Happy drunk. You’re furious. I beg you for sin. I beg your skin. You buy a whore. Don’t give her water. You’re furious.
OregonLive has posted Theo’s package of three pieces on blogging. In order: Mine, Jeff Alworth’s, and Regina Lawrence’s.
Later on Sunday, I will post the full 1400-or-so word version of my piece (it’s roughly twice the length of what was published in the paper).
It should be noted that the published piece places far more emphasis on the financial side of things, which as readers of Communique know isn’t what I cited as the primary reason for my shuttering that site.
Things will be more clear when I posted the full version later, and then the promised post-mortem over on Communique itself.