I've been thinking about the continuum from literature to journalism through blogging recently, and the idea of Journalism < Literature has been haunting me.

As Cyril Connollly once supposedly said, "Literature is the art of writing something that will be read twice; journalism what will be read once."

Cute but wrong.

I'm thinking the key is that literature is just a superset of journalism. Good journalism is certainly literature.

Here's the idea: Journalism can be defined as the written word concerning events fixed to a temporal context. Furthermore, journalism has an inherent bias of assuming objectivity, generally unlike literature.

Journalism is about presenting the near here and now as it supposedly is. Stray from that and you lose the journalism label.

Anyways, here's a tidbit that sort of reflects how I feel about blogging.

I'm off to bed. It has been a long tiresome day only punctuated briefly by Cigarettes & Chocolate Milk, some Travis, and croissants.

Oh yeah, and this:

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Which OS are You?

About one year ago I referred to the Pea Coat Mafia here in the city.

So there's this really nice black knee length pea coat that I saw at Banana Republic this weekend.

I haven't bought it.

yet

In some dream: [the light] it burns me precious, sniff sniff.

Is it weird to dream that you're hung over, and then wake up not?

Dave's birthday partay was fantastic. A ridiculous number of people up and down from as far as DC & New Haven. And poor Allen feeling the brunt of the need to handle emergency stage management. Awww.

There were tentative plans for Dim Sum today, but the Packers/Giants game starts at 1 (Jeanne wants to see that) and the Jets/Miami game is on at 4:15 (Cy wants to see that.)

Dog gone it. I want real food.

Allen's Tony has taken it upon himself to be my externalized conscience. He was playing the parens patriae game with my jacket, gave me family advice, and mentioned last night "You know... Everything I learned in college I learned after I realized I was going to pass all of my classes my last semester."

It is a cool and sunny morning. Allergy med time.