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"Blogwars" at the Internet Advocacy Roundtable

Alan Rosenblatt (aka Dr. Digipol) is the founder of the Internet Advocacy Center and the Associate Director of the Center for American Progress Action Fund’s Associate Director of Online Advocacy. The Internet Advocacy Roundtable is usually held on the 3rd Thursday of the month, and that schedule resumes in September. (Videos of past roundtables are here).

Last week, David Perlmutter spoke about political blogs, bloggers and blogging based on the findings he wrote about in his book, Blogwars.

Here’s Professor Perlmutter on the daily Show on May 8th, if you’d like the capsule version of the book:

Perlmutter readily admits that writing a book about Internet activity is a risk proposition because of the speed of change, the whims of readers, and the evolving circumstances that can lead to an application flourishing or dying in what seems like the blink of an eye.

My primary complaint with Blogwars is that it lacks depth of analysis in most of it’s examples. But, as a textbook, that could also be one of it’s strengths. If I were teaching Cyberculture this semester, I wouldn’t hesitate to adopt this book. I’d probably assign it along with Neil Postman’s Amusing Ourselves to Death: Public Discourse in the Age of Showbusiness, because I think the pairing could promote interesting classroom discussion. I think I’d identify 3-5 of Perlmutter’s case studies, such as Memogate, and put a group of students in charge of leading a discussion.

Yes, I would assign two books in one week. If you’ve been one of the fortunate, enlightened souls who’ve taken a class from me, you know I assign at least 10 – 15 books a semester, plus related articles, depending on whether you’re registered as an undergrad or grad student in the seminar. Neither of these are lengthy tomes, I don’t think it would be unreasonable to assign them either back to back or together.

The echo chamber of ideologically-homogenous blogs is the thing that I find most troubling about political blogs. Perlmutter seems optimistic that people will seek out opinions and perspectives outside their own biases or their own social or cultural comfort zones. I’m not so sure. Next time you’re in a gathering of conservatives, say loudly, “I read a thought-provoking piece on Daily Kos…” or, in a gathering of progressives, say, “This morning I was catching up at Little Green Footballs…” Everyone will stare at you as they wait for the punchline, growing increasingly uncomfortable as they realize you aren’t kidding. I don’t understand how anyone can believe that intelligent discourse can take place in the public sphere if each individual’s knowledge is so fragmented and people stubbornly remain ignorant of the reasoning behind other points of view.

If I wasn’t so tired, I’d save a little space here for a tantrum about the idea that blogs are better than higher education – particularly training in writing or reading skills, research, journalism, and the social sciences. Oh, if you insist – how about a mini-tantrum?

Running your mouth isn’t journalism. Sure, some bloggers do use the tools and skills of journalism. More of them don’t. At the same time, the same can be said of a growing number of journalists and media outlets. [insert hackneyed “fair and balanced” joke here] I’m not advocating barriers for entry to blogging. The more sources and voices and perspectives there are in the public sphere, the better, of course. But to my thinking, that means that media literacy, critical thinking and listening skills, not to mention the ability to write lucidly, are more important than ever.

Those wacky democrats

Every once in a while I stop obsessing over the horrors of a possible Huckabee presidency long enough to check on what the Democratic contenders are up to. The New York Times is reporting:

Senator Edward M. Kennedy intends to endorse the presidential candidacy of Senator Barack Obama during a rally on Monday in Washington, associates to both men confirmed, a decision that squarely pits one American political dynasty against another.

[blahblahblah woofwoofwoof read the whole article]

I’m not really sure what this means in terms of the Presidential race, I’m sure it’s momentous and all that. For me personally, it’s meant that Husband has had a busy weekend of unexpected work and has barely gotten to cook for me in the manner to which I am accustomed. He gets to do sound for Kennedys and Obama, though, so that’s nice for him.

Free Burma: International Bloggers' Day for Burma


Free Burma!

I know that Free Burma, who’ve organized the “one blog post” campaign, want participants to post the graphic in lieu of a real post today, but I’m not very good at following directions so I’d like to direct you to the website of the [tag]U.S. Campaign for Burma[/tag], which I believe is one of the best informational site about the human rights situation in [tag]Burma[/tag].

(Disclaimer: Husband’s school-friend Jeremy runs this organization, but I’d be deeply impressed with their work even if we didn’t know them).

Scott McLellan’s White House Career Dead Pool

My money is on March 1st. I think that will be the day that Scott McLellan will resign from the White House to pursue new career opportunities. (A Fudgie the Whale ice cream cake will be served in the briefing room at 3:00).

Hunting accidents aren’t funny. Shooting people isn’t funny. But today’s White House press briefing – that was some funny stuff. Alas, as of this posting, the transcript isn’t up on the Briefing Room site yet. It was so good I wish I’d tivo’d it so I could pop popcorn and watch it all again. Poor Scotty. Stick a fork in him, he is done.

This Washington Post article, “Cheney Shoots Fellow Hunter in Texas Accident” details the accidental shooting of Harry Whittington. I see they’ve also added a link to an edited video portion of the briefing.

McLellan was just so full of nothing, you could almost feel sorry for him. It’s not like I expected McLellan to say something like “Dick Cheney shot a man in Texas just to watch him die.” But really, he couldn’t just give the time of the accident, the time the President found out about the accident, and explain why it was determined that the best channel of communication was for a private citizen to call a local paper 12 hours after the accident and then let the news sort of spread from there on it’s own? These are not crazy questions. They are simple questions. McLellan tapdanced around these questions so hard and fast I thought he was auditioning for some deranged remake of the Red Shoes. Not to be confused with the Red Shoe Diaries – wouldn’t that be upsetting?

I loved McLellan’s insistence that it took so many hours to let the White House know the Veep shot someone because the immediate concern was to get medical attention to the victim. The poor man had a terrible accident, that is logical to a point. But everyone was involved in his medical care? No one could pick up a phone and clarify the situation? I half-expected, in the endless excuse making, for McLellan to trot out “Western Union stopped sending telegrams” as one of the reasons for the delays. The transcripts aren’t going to do this briefing justice. You really have to watch it.

I love the argument that the accident was on private property so it was up to the property owner whether it should be made public. Huh? So if Bill and Monica had been doing it on private property could we have all been spared the whole impeachment imbroglio? Is this why W does so much business at the White House West? This administration has decided it doesn’t count if it’s not on public property? Maybe this is the basis for the White House assertions that the NSA wiretapping programs are legal – maybe the whole program is being run out of Dick Cheney’s garage. I can’t even follow this line of reasoning through. Anytime I think too much about Dick Cheney I start to visualize that creepy grin of his and it always ends the same way: with mental images of him eating babies.

Come on, admit it. You think it, too. Napkin tucked under his chin. Peppermill at the ready. Plump baby on a platter. Don Rumsfield sitting at his feet begging for scraps.

OK. Let’s just get back on topic now…

Really, all the hemming and hawing over the when, where and how of the WH communication lines during this whole shooting thing would be hilarious if they weren’t chilling. Either McLellan has been taken entirely out the loop, he was lying out of his ass, or we all better hope to the gods that nothing serious happens because these people would have us believe that – much like the Katrina/levee situation – they can’t pick up a phone, a blackberry, or send a smokesignal to one another in a timely fashion.

On a less serious note, what the hell look was McLellan sporting today? His sartorial choices get nuttier and nuttier with each passing day. Today he seemed to be going for a sort of gangster clown motif, what with the red tie festooned with white polka dots and the 30s style wide pinstriped suit. Jack Abramoff should loan him a hat. And to complete the look maybe Cheney could loan Scotty a gun to casually sling over his shoulder. Unloaded, of course.

my yard is holier than your yard

Usually I encounter the evangelicals stumping for Bush at the Metro. Yesterday, they came to our door to explain about how Kerry wants to outlaw the Bible and how the demonic jews and muslims and buddhists are ruining the country. Now, don’t be thinking the Jews aren’t useful – we need them to guard Israel until Jesus shows back up and breaks their lease. They aren’t keeping their part of the bargain though. We gave them Israel but they won’t all skeedaddle. There’s still too damned many of the bastards skulking about on our precious American Soil.

After I learned all about the evil Jews, got my Republican voting guide, and promised never to sacrifice goats in my yard, they asked me to pray with them for W.

I had a better idea.

While they were still trying to figure out if I was kidding about the goats, I asked them to pray over my house and yard. There was a Jew living here, I explained. I failed to mention that part about how this wasn’t past tense. (I certainly didn’t want them coming back)

They were happy to accomodate. They sang and prayed, prayed and sang for the rest of the afternoon. All over the yard, wailing away for Baby Jesus and George W Bush to deliver my dwelling from the taint of eeeeevil. I certainly wasn’t letting them inside, and with most of the windows shut I could tune them out when I wished. Oh, I have to admit every once in a while I sat at a window and drank coffee and watched the show. They didn’t care.

Then their car picked them up and they left. I’m sure the neighbors think I’m completely out of my mind, but I’m equally sure they’ve thought that for years.

My thinking was, if they’re exorcising my yard, they aren’t bothering anyone else with their bigoted horseshit. It’s like community service.

Works for me. Plus, now I can be assured that all of my earthworms have a place at the right hand of the Lord. That’s a big relief, I gotta tell you.