The ad agency that went after a Maine blogger has just dropped its suit in the face of big blogger pressure and consequent bad press. Bravo to the Media Bloggers Association for making it happen.
agree , agree!! how cool is that !! I read about it on crooks and liars..
we don’t have any tv media to give us real news.. i get all mine online, blogs some newspapers online.. and of course, Stephen Colbert and Jon Stewart :)
this ole lady loves these guys they rock they’re smart and they get to the point of the news we care about..
Whew, that is a relief to hear. The Internet and blogs have filled a desperately needed void created by the mainstream media’s mantra of not injecting ”opinion” into a story.
As an avid reader and huge admirer of newspapers my whole life its sad that all newspapers are being attacked not only by the right (like liberal is some kind of boogeyman) but wow,they are hearing from alot of us that are soooo sick of Bush that when we read something we know to be fluff we will write or call.
Have you noticed they’ve tried to pigeonhole all emailers as foul-mouthed freaks,etc?
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Buzzmachine: Recent comments about the passivity of some print news organs struck a nerve for me, a retired newspaperman living in Hallowell, Maine. Not long ago an L.A. blogger named Trent Lapinski and I, acting in concert, revealed that the owners of MySpace, supposedly the seventh-busiest site in the known world, were a pair of disgraced West Coast sharpshooting hustlers named Andrew ALan Wiederhorn (Portland Ore.) and Clarence (Uncle Bud) Coleman (San Leandro, Calif.) and their equally dodgy wives, Joan Coleman and Tiffanty Wiederhorn. Trent Lapinski and I revealed a MONTH AGO on the INternet in his blogs and my post on the Catbird Forum, that the alleged masterminds behind MySpace, Chris DeWolfe and Tom Anderson, were mere cabin boys for the powerful Wiederhorn-Coleman faction, which, of course, peddled MySpace and its parent company Intermix to Rupert Murdoch in a fire sale resembling the closing of a storefront in a big con. Insider trading, profiteering, etc. This was posted on the web, circulated, and a month later has yet to be responded to, so it must be true that the Wiederhorns and the COlemans kept their involvement secret because they knew that the disgraces of their checkered pasts — felonies, prison terms, suits of all stripes, the spam, the scam, all these things would militate against the public and the prey in the MySpace place accepting such scandal-ridden owners. Thus the cabin boys and now all hands are scutting to desert the barge before the MainStreamMedia deigns to note that it has been gulled across theboard, bought a con ….. we speak now of such leading lights as TIme, Newsweek, Vanity Fair, Forbes, New York Times, L.A. TImes, U.S.A . Today, none have mentioned the festering scandal and even as we speak the current issue of Time magazine has two little cabin boys peeking from the cover along with Time’s one hundred select prime movers and shakers. Only problem is the two cute and dimpled mere cabin boys are living a lie and will soon be found out, which may explain why they looked so shifty in that blowjob given them by the NYT a couple of Sundays ago, leading the biz page with two guys on a couch who look like they’re in a cabin. al macleese, retired newspaperperson, living in Hallowell where life is reallly like it ought to be…..any comments, or am I mad? Oh, and check out ValleyWag on Lapinski, the first of the BubbleBorns.
Buzz: Hmm, let me see, it was about five week ago that I wrote expressing my grave concerns over the state of the good ship MySpace, contending that its CEO Chris DeWolfe and his trusty aide, President Tom Anderson, were naught but cabin boys for the powers-that-hid before the firesale to Rupert Murdoch, those powers being disgraced West Coast bizness baddies Clarence B. (Uncle Bud) COleman and his spouse Joan (San Leandro) and Andrew ALan Wiederhorn and HIS embittered half Tiffany, Portland Ore. Brashly, in my May 5 message, I predicted that the MSM, which had studiously ignored the fact of ex-felons, ex-spammers, ex-flaunters of spyware, etc., etc., secretly owning and then peddling the biggest thing to come down the Internet pike, well, somebody more knowledgeable, supply the metaphor. So the MSM is still unaware that the INternet is, well, hopping with this intelligence that dare not show its face in the deadtree press. I posted thirty rants on Konspiracy Korner, of the Sounds of Crickets Chirping, and several entries over to the Catbird Forum, and other sites, and would have posted at Hither and Yon had I the wit to locate them. And Trent Lapinski told me last week that his deadeline on a magazine freelance story of his (his first) will be appear, well, right about now. Trent says it will drastically change the way people think about MySpace and social networks in general and Buzzmachine oughta paste Trent’s name in its hat, because he won’t stop at pointing out the perceivfed inadequacies of folks like Tom Anderson and Chris DeWolfe and Tiffany Wiederhorn and Andy Wiederhorn and Clarence Bud Coleman and his helpmate in so many endeavors that one hesitates to try to enumerate them. So, maybe the answer for Trent andme is that we have already achieved our goal of spreading the news, and, like, the blogs may be where it’s at. Regards from Hallowell, which is oodles better than any place you might be at….almac
Buzz, I will assume a reader of this post will have read one or both of my previous submissions so will cut right to the nutgraf: Forbes magazine online had a “MySPace Bubble” hede on the start of a Forbes series on social networks. The beginning of the series does not name the Widerhorns and Colemans, the stealthy owners of Intermix and MySpace, the main profiters of the murky firesaleclusterfuck to Rupert Murdoch, but it seems to me, from my unusually privileged vantage point, that Forbes, which has demonstrably been hoodwinked by MySpace cabin boys Tom Anderson and Chris DeWolfe, may be easing into SHOCKING arevelaltions. I wrote the writer of this ongoing series, Rachel Rossman two e-mails and am sort of sure she must have gotten them. So my wild speculation is that Trent Lapinski and me and many many bloggers may have forced the story about a big con that, of course, will be just dismissed as bidness as usual by Colemans from San Leandro and the Wiederhorns from Portland Ore, all four essential use Fog Cutter Capityal Corp as their primary ipredatory organ, and its is the great joy of this organ to birth entities and then kill the little rascals if they show any sign at of getting fat enough for the kill. Al MacLeese, fromHallowell, lwhere even the loons can carry a tune.
sEAN: iF IN FACT YOU HAVE RECEIVED A POST, IT WAS SENT BY fARDADY THE CAT AND NOT BY ME. sORRY AOUT THAT.
Mr. JJ: It is an interesting thing, I have weaseled my way into perhaps a score of chatrooms and the folks are discussing MySpace without any awareness of my precious little “secret” and so I make my spiel, mention Buzzmachine, Konspiracy Korners, Scobleizer, who I have come to refer to chummily as Scobie, TechDirt, and so forth and so on and sometimes I get the feeling that you could be an expert about MySpace and not know who founded it or ran it, and I guess you would be doomed to think that cabin boys run the world forever and ever, and that would not be good, but sometimes the people I have joined in chats with completely discount my babblings because often I am weary and a little high, and I always thinki it is disarming to people that one interviews to admit one’s own infalliblities, but Iguess it don’t work as good on the web as in person. But still, every little link goes toward the sausage, doesn’t it, at least that’s what we say here in Hallowell where people use smart small words to say important things. Except for me of course, but I’m from away.
Mr. Jarvis, I understand, no, I don’t really, but let’s pretend I understand you like a good movie show. Well, there’s a groundbreaking film about three cheerleaders, three true twits, who have been played false by a huge basketball player, and this movie, “John Tucker Must Die,” is a Fox movie and, would you believe it, the title character has a profile on MySpace, and the sucker’s profile turns out to be the ‘official site” of the movie itselft, at least according to a tv ad with a trailer that says John Tucker’s place on MySpace is the place to go to if y ou h ave any questions about this movie. This movie, incidentally, has characters in it who have already filed their profiles on MySpace, so the characters in the mov9ie lcan bullshit with their friends, all, of coursse, with permission from chief friend Tom Anderson, under thed irections of Chris T. DeWolfe, the former predatory banker from the hills of Beverly.
So I guess this is a breakthrough along the lines of our paradigm shift in the rubric under which reporter types will labor; we have a movie with a character in MySpace, and he is a cheating heart and the three cheerleading twits enlist a wallflower to get the jock to fall in love with her so’s she can really stick it to him, but…. well, I wanted to share this with you, El Jefe, because Mr. Murdoch over to Fox seems to be quite innovative hissownself, and perhaps we can get some pointers from Rupe on how best to bring him down. Al MacLeese, from Hallowell, where we have no theater to weatch John Tucker Must Die, but I am going out to see if I can steal some DVDS. (Incidentally, the move is 87 minutes long, targeted at 9-year-old-girls, and directed by Betty Thomas, now older and tireder than she was when she brought us the Brady Bunch and did some work on a move about Howard Stern’s private parts.) Almac from HAllowell, where I just saw a coot on the west banik of the Kennebec River, and it wasn’t all that old either. John Tucker Must Die, and I for one would like to see that, and Darryl Hannah is in it, but she’s down to a two.
Buzznet: OK, so Rupert Murdoch just collected about a billion to serve or get served by Google, and I guess he was just resting up from ordering his legal minions to stifle an expose of MySpace by an earnest and honest young journalist.
Reference is to Trent Lapinski, who is my partner-in-virtue in seeking to ferret out the dirty big secrets under the various little secrets that MySpace squats, furtively looking about as a million mostly juvenile visitors romp around the lot and the tent.
Lapinksi told me last Saturday that he and his editors had wrapped up a bulletproof expose on MySpace and it was set to go on a national outlet when the “outlet” was scared silent by Rupe’s battalions, told it would be sued every way from Sunday if it it published Trent’s truths.
So, Trent told me, he is vastly irritated with Mr. Murdoch, but the affrighted publisher paid him in full and Trent is now regirding his loins somewhere in the Caribbean, and vows to return and publish the t ruths despite the billionaire whale who may have affronted the wrong Jonah.
I posted a rant or two about this on Dear God at the Sound of Crickets Chirping, and have been buttonholing people on the streets of Hallowell, but that might not get ‘er done, so perhaps others persons onthe Internet could spread the word, sorta a David and Goliath kind of thing, which I am given to understand the deadtree press eats right up. Time will tell, although perhaps not Newsweek, Forbes, Vanity Fair, etcetera etceteraetcetera.
Buzz. Just heard that Credit Suizze estimated that MySpace, or FIM, which is the the new term, is worth four or perhaps five billion now owing to the recent Google deal, and now it becomes clear to me why the MSM seems reluctant to print the bad stuff about this bad site. Perhaps now, that the billion-dollar deal is done, Mr. Roger Murdoch, or RUdoph or Rupert, will allow collegian journalist Trent Lapinski to tell his truths? NO? Thought not? Why is this, folks, why cannot the web or the MSM or somebody step up and acknowledge that there is something rotten in that part of the Internet that seems satiffiled to say that there is nothing terribly wrong with this picture. I grow weary, after five months, of seeking to draw attention to something hinky. Is it OK if now we admit that there is something awry, or do we have to wait until Mr. Murdoch has all his ducks in a row, and he has not been made uneasy by the tings that we know but cannot tell? Or what? Over and apparently out. almacleese, hallowell, maine,where I am trying to blow a whistle, bite an ankle,but seem to merely amuse listeners, if any. almacleese, hallowellmaine.
Well, JJ, I certainly do sound sour in that last post. I was so disconsolate over lack of progress in my pet project that me and a buddy up and left the paradise that is Hallowell Me. and drove up to Bar Harbour, which used to be known as Eden so how could we lose?
So we were gone for a bit and when I returned I eagerly checked the computer machine, it works every time you turn it on!, and, of course, expected to see that the NYT, LAT, USAT and the East Bumfuck Utah Vindicator-Savager all had headlines about the dirty big secret under MySpace’s lesser hidings.
Not so, of course, but I did find out that Trent Lapinski, my onetime partner in virtue, has now started up a new blog, and apparentlyis still seeking a publisher for his expose of MySpace, you know, the one that Reynard Murdoch stifled back right beforehe cleared that deal for a cool bil. Maybe Trent has gotten a publisher by now, and we here in Hallowell have decided to cool our heels and let things happen without our assistance, difficult as that might turn out to be. AlHallowell, plucky as ever.
Figured i could take a minute from the farm and see how the battle’s going. Looks good, i guess better if not for Murdoch and his tricky sleeves. I have faith trent will be able to circumvent this pesky media pimp because, on the hit series Macguyver, a similar nemisis named Murdoch was foiled innumerably by bottlecaps and rubber bands. Think what Macguyver could do with a computer!
Say hi to faraday and finley, tell them not to blog too hard
Hey, you smartass. Faraday and Finley say hi, and why the fuck haven’t you sent them any catnip. I don’t care for myself, Nate, whether you send me somegoodstuffioftheburmesestrain, but the cats deserve more from you, they looked up to you at one point, but now the7y are wondering, where the fuck is the catnlip? Yes, Iam still fighting valiantly, questioning the Murdochs and the Wiederhorns and the Colemans at every turn, and stirring up quite a bit of shit, but it hasn’t yet reached the mainstream media yet, but it will, and then you will be tellinbg your fellow agrarians (is that right. spellingwise?) that you once knew that famous anklebiter Al MacLeese, but lost all your influence with that notable person by not sending him a thousand pouinds of the best burmese by ups, and such are the moissed opporunities of youth. yourpalal
JJ: I do not understand this, but there are many things I do not understand. A friend of mine is suddenly on your site, and writing a note to me, and I respond and find I am writing on your site. Have I gone round the bend at last, JJ, or is this just some magical bullshit that I do not comprehend and never will. You know, I have been corresponding, so to speak, with scores of people since Marxch 27 and have never had any response from any of them or their blogs or whatever entities they respresent, and feel all alone by the telephone. And I had to change my number since some bird called up and threatened to come over to my penthouse with his gun and his truck. This was disconcerting, but even more worrisome is how did my pal from Randolph Maine, who is now in Petaluma Cal., how the christ did he manage to send me a message of the blog of illustrious Jeff Jarvis. WTF, and I am seriously questioning my own sanity, fragile at best, so … is there an explanation, or shoiuld we just accept it like we do our implicit belief that here is no god, lowecase or upper. almacleese, bumfozzled along the Kennebec.
JJ, not much stirring here along the hook of the Kennebec although last night I attempted to enter a restroomformalesincentralmaine and upon opening the door I encountered a man and a woman who seemed to be cuddling.
(You notice how I purposefully did not localize this incident so as to minimize embarrassment for all involved. I was so shocked that I rushed from the place and have been laying low since. But not too low not to notice, and post to the Konspriacy Korner place in Austin, the intelligence gleanedfromthenet that MySpace has now generously allowed theU.S. Marine Corp to use its overworked facilities to recruit those young lads and lassies who have not been otherwise coerced to join the warrior class. I told Sean over to KK in Austin that the thought of the nubile and saucy cabin boys in charge of MySpace, Tommy Anderson and Chrissy DeWolfe, leading the charge to provide more fodder for the Bush cannons was almost more than I could bear. Now, several hours or whatever later, I have revised my stance and conceded that it is more than I can bear. Alhallowell
Serously, JJ, I may have something here. What if we make me and Trent Lapinski poster boys (or geezers) for this new deal of networiked or citizen or merely overworked journalists, I mean, is this a natural or what. COnsider the scenario, JJ, and, yes, I realize that what’s upcomingi is shameless promtoin of the type guys like you and I despise, but here you have, JJ, a pothead llush from Maine name of MacLeese with a straight-arrow collegain nmaed of Lapinksi, a mere but exceedingly intelligent teen, and we, in all our naive stupidity,. essay to assail MySpace, which is now beloved and admired, by my reckoning, 27.9 per cent of the civilized universe. (JJ, yes, I have had some vodka and a little grass, which is why I make so bodl). Anyhow, and to the point, I think I can speak for myself, and perhaps Trent Lapinski will fall into the line, and the three of use could make a bundle out of what has heretofore and uptonow been what could be described as an utter unavailing clusterfuck. almacleew, writing this in Halolowell with Faraday on my pa (a cat if you haven’t been paying attention) and Finley, passed out on a pile of gray catnipbagsoverthereinthecorner. alhallowell
Checking on my post at dawning on the second of September, I see where I alleged to have written a post on the Konspiracy Korner blog down there in Austin. IN which I said that I said some stuff about the U.S. Marines using MySpace to get folks to help fight the war against whomever.
Well, I did do that but, like may of us with bloggeramania, I checked daily to see if the pearls cast before my fellow where still extant. But I found that, no, they are aren’t, and that many of my effusioons to the Chirping Crickets and the Konspiracy Kornere, are disappearing from the site after a certain period of awaiting moderation.
Can they do that. Much of what I have written since March 27 does not rise above the level of ill-considerered expostuatlins, but every now and again I do get off a good one if I do say so myself. So I am puzzled.So far, JJ, and I cannot commendyoutohighlyforyouracutesemsibilites, you have not erased anything I have said, even when it begins to appear I have run out of anyting sensibele to say. Maybe, because you are soi involved in so many admirable and exhausting activities, you just havent’ been checking the wire all that close. Or maybe, and this is my hunch, you are a newspaperman.
An article by Julia Angwin in today’s WSJ online rerveals that Reynard Murdoch, chairman of the New York media conglomerate News Corp., is in the enviable position of getting his company to pay the $50,000 monthly rent on Reynard’s digs at the Trump Park Avenue Angwin quotes Patrick McGurn, a corporate governance guru for the Institutional Shareholders Services, a shareholder advisosry firm, and Patrick sez he never heard of a company paying for an executive’s personal residence in the city in which the company has its headquarters. As is usual in cases when News Corp.’s integrity is brought into question, a weasely and entirely unconvincing explanation for Reynard’s free flop in the Apple was trotted out and Reynard PR guy or gal exited laughing.
If anyone is still following this stilted narrative, when last we confided, Mr. Trent Lapinkis, the Lalaland blogger, was still struggling to present his MySpace expose, despite obstacles that would boggle the rest of us right-thiniking humanoids, and I figured well, everything is going to come out alright (OK), but Trent got stymied by the orginal Australian, and then, now, I learn, that Trent is working for the SuicideGirlls, writing out stuff, outrageous as it may be, but not about MySPace. WTF, so I checked out Suicide Girls, but these women are not contempolating sideways, which I have on many occasions, but no, they are selling pictures of their lovely naked selves. Way I get it, the lovely young women allege that there are pictures of them in respectab;e galleires across this broad nation ours, and some of those pics are selling, and why not, for big bucks, so the nekkid ladies are merely asking for a lously fifty bucks or so for a pic of them nekkid, almost, as jaybirds. Is this a great site or what?? I have been relying on Trent to come up with an e4xpose of MySpace, and here he is cavoring with nekkid women out there somwhwere. It is enough to discourage the most earnest of ankel-biters, and I think I will subside for a whle, thinkiing of my former partner-in-virtue cavoring with these naked broads/ WTF????
Perhaps I should more better explain myself, should there be puzzled persons out there wondering WTF I am gong on about. My concern is to let the wider world know that which i am concerned about. And that would be the dodgy circumstances in which MySpace was spawned, and what that means to the hundred millions kiddies patronizing this site, which does not bode well for those who enter, unless they are determined to but lots of balms and lotions and wish, earnestly, to let data collectors find out that, yes, Uncre Henry has hemmoirhoids, and Aunt Lucie is incontient, and we, in fact, have the cuire for these little intimate and heretofore unmentionablre problems, and, while this place is free, the cures and emolients will cost you, but, hang about, it won’t break you and, well, we, like toi sell you stuff provided you don’t twig to the fact hat we are selling your stuff, and in a very suble way so’s you won’t figure you have been hornswoggled for, say, about ten years, and then you will have been deep-sixed by MySpace, because you have grown sadder but wiser. alhallowell, wheretheyletidotslikemerunloosewithoutletorhindrance.
Whoaa..l do i feel like the veritable a-hole. Just checked Vallewag, which had been reporting on Trent Lapinski, alleging he had some stuff to deliver, but for weeks Valleyway has been doing that, and then not doing that, and I figured they had dumped Lapinski after alleging that he was going to come up with a MySpace blockbuster. So nothing happened, and I didn’t hear from Lapinski, and I figure these bastards are not in it for the duration, but then, and now, I just checked ValleywAG AND I WILL BE A SUNABTICH IF THEY HAVEN’T KICKED OFF THE EXPOSE THAT WAS STIFLED ELSEWHERE BY THE RASCALLY rEYNARD mURODCH. in OTHER WORDS, FOLKS, MY FONDEST DREAMS, NEVER MIND ALL THE REST OF YOUSE, ARE COMING TRUE. wE wILL EXPOSE THESEPREDATORS, AND WE WIL EMERGE T RIUMPHANT, MEANING, ALL WE WANTED TO DO WAS TO TELL A TRUTH THAT WOULD MAKE US LOOK GOOD. wHO COULD HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THAT, VINDICATION AT LAST, WE HAVE GOTTEN THE DIRTY WORD OUT!! gIVE US A STAR ON OUR FOREHEADS, FOLKS, AND WE ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH UNDUE AND, REALLY, UNNECESARY ADULATION. oR, WHATEVER. ALHALLOWELL, SEPTEMBER 11, 2006, AND i WILL NEVER FORGET THAT LAST 9-11 ‘CAUSE THAT WAS THE DATE i LOST MY VIRIGINITY.
Hey, JJ: The NYT deigned to recognize the publication on Valleywag of the story about the origin of MySpace, a good informative educational piece by Trent Lapinski. The NYT nod was one of the first recognitions of Trent’s MySpace revelvations in the MSM, and it was, predictably, dismissive of Trent Lapinski’s efforts. In a ‘What’s Online” column by some guy named Dan whatshisname, it was noted that Lapinski was a collegian, less than a total adult, and a person who had reported nothing new, it was all old shit, although Dan whatshisname did menton that, and this was his only half-assed salute, that Lapinki was the only perons who had assembled all these worisome facts about MySpace togther in a comhrehensive way.
Well, Dan, Mr. Lapinski only said at the outset of his article, that he had been tasked toi write a story about the origin and the businessmodel of MySpace. And he did, ion a superb and professional manner, as anyone with the wit toi read and comprehend would agree. He did not promise an expose, yet the Internet today and yesterday and probably tomorrow will be entertaining slow-witted humans noting that Trent said nothing new. No, nothing he said was new, except to the fucking insiders, who all knew, but did not know enough to tell the rest of us what they kinew.
Trent Lapinskli has been threatened twice with suits, been bellittled, been assailed by lesser humans, because, well, why? Perhaps because he had the balls toquestion and the intelligence to check things out, and now has made more clear to the rest of us just what this very important site called MySpace is all about. Let’s jump allover this smartass punk, hey, whynot?
The world, or at least PC World, is turning against MySpace; that saucy outfit has identified the “25 worst web sites” or, to put in another PC way, the “world’s dumbest dot.coms and silliest sites. MySpace is deemed the worst of the worst, number one in offenses against human sensibilities, and that’s going some when you realize that that the ranks of the rankest include such entities as The Dancing Baby, Neuticles. com, boo.com, rentmychest.com, i kissyou. com and myfavorite, Inmatesforyou,com. PC lists many of the offenses that MySpace commits, but one quotation captures the flavor of the site. One of the finest witticism s culled from MySpace, sez PC World, is :u are sooooooooo hot.”—alhallowell
JJ, i know this seems naive in the extreme, but perphaps my ignorance can be explained by noting that four months ago I did not have a high-speed computer, had a dial-up Imac that expired, and did not know that you could send more than one e-mails at once. So, to return to my professions of naivete, I do not quite understand how this works. I seem to have been given a blog to vent my bile on, and I find that wondrous and even awesome, but do wonder now and again if anyone is commenting upon my comments. Can I got on forever, writing randomly about this and that, oir, at some point,will Jeff Jarvis cut me off without telling me WTF I was allowed on in the first instance? For weeks I wrote to Konspiracy Korner, Sound of the Crickets Chripring, and did not know where they were. I recently found out they were in Austin, Texas, but the thing is I wrote forty or sorants there and nev er did understand why they were accepting my effusions, and still do not know what that was all about. THey say the Reynard Murdoch “gets” the Internet, but he’s the same age as I am and I don’t think he gets the Internet anymore than I do, but it seems that way because he has so much monrey to throw around and so little time in which to not enjoy it. Alhallowell, pluckier than some.
JJ and associates:it struck me that if anyone has followed this stream of unconsciousness, he or she might wonder why I am carrying on about MySpace.
I sidled into this web adventure in August 2005 while a tenant of a realtor named Ted Wiederhorn in Hallowell Maine. Ted Wiederhorn owned a condo and eased me out after four months of tenancy, didn’t like the color of my underwear, I guess, and then flat-out lied, said me and my three cat companions had caused thousands of dollars worth of damage to his condo, infested the joint with fleas, and therefore I could not have my deposit back.
So, downcast, of course, I was sulking n my overpriced condo and reading the Sunday New York TImes in mid-August, and espied a column by Nick Kristof’s awarding of his first annual Michael Eisner award for greed in governance odious Oregonian (Portland) Andrew Alan Wiederhorn, a disgraced CEO doing too little time in a Greybars place in Oregon for a couple of felonies committed in (whoa!) Hallowell Maine, a small matter of setting up a shell company in the late Nineties to shufflestolenpensionfunds from Hallowell to points, It was the larges pension fund heist of its kind inour history. Moodily digesting this, I checked to see if my landlord Wiederhorn was related to this sleazeball, and sure enough it was and is his kid bro.sure enough he was. Snitch, ex-newsaperman that I am, I contactedthe local newspaper, the Kennebec Journal, and got a goaaheade to feed them info, and did send them morethan a hundred e-mails, but they opted out, if I may put this most charitably. So I subsided last October. still sullen,bui then, curious and even unusual as it seems, I spotted Trent Lapinki’s January 2006 blog in which he asked why no one seemed to care about who owned MySpace. The MySpace folks wouldn’t tell him, and then I noted the name Tiffany Wiederhorn in some Web stuff about MySpace, and, wrote Lapinski, said I thought I could help, and we put our heads together; Trent began writing his great and insightful MySpace revelations that wound up on ValleyWag, while I was hitchhiking these past months on sundry blogs, excitedly yammering away, but hey, we septuagenarians don’t get out all that much.
I suspect I overdid it, with my frantic blundering about the Internet, not having blogged before my realization that my landlord wasn’t all that great a guy, slandering my cat companions, and bro out in Oregon was a whole lot worse, since he was zeroing in on humans, and, of course, we are more important than mere cats. No?Alhalowell
JJ and cohorts:
It has been more than two weeks since last I posted and, to tell the truth, I thought for a while there that I had been banned. I had been writing so many posts to so may entities, that somehow I thought that my post to JJ and Cohorts were being erased. Perhaps this did not occur and, if so, I hasten to resume our discourse. I was emboldened by a message from Trent Lapinski this morning, and it relayed the worrisome news that Brad Greenspan, the guy who thinks he, rather than the irksome Tomboy, founded MySpace, and Brad wants to nail the Murdoch Empire, is suing them for billions and sez he will not rest until MySpace is wrested from Reynard Murdoch’s slitherly grasp. Brad wants billions and, then, earlier, I read about how MySpace is in deep do-do over its close and suspect cooperation with the Pentagon in feeding fodder to the Iraqi grinder, and also some media analyst sez that, according to his calculations, that MySpace will be worth twenty billion scoots in a mere three years, and, oh, some other expert on hits and clicks sez that MySpace has fewer than half of the boobs it claims for steady customers, and then somebody else. another expert statitician, sez MySpace hase more older people than younger people and if this is true than we are indeed going to hell in a handbasket. Or not. Alhallowell, who thinks Brad Greenspan’s blog oughta be checked out, to see if he knows what he is talking about, and I think he does.
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