Farhad Manjoo on the Internet History Podcast, Donald Hall on Loss

When tech­nol­o­gy became cool again” — Salon   
Blog-rolling for votes and dol­lars” — Farhad Man­joo, Salon

I’ve been doing essen­tial­ly the same job of writ­ing a week­ly tech col­umn since I start­ed at Salon, which was 2008.”

Def­i­n­i­tion of a tech colum­nist: “part explain­er, part futur­ist, part moral­ist, and part advo­cate for users of tech­nol­o­gy.”

I shoul­da known it was Farhad who killed gad­get blog­ging… Though I do agree that Kara Swish­er is very good.

There’s noth­ing an ‘expert’ can do on Alexa that an ‘ama­teur’ can’t do.”


If work is no anti­dote to death, nor a denial of it, death is a pow­er­ful stim­u­lus to work. Get done what you can!

Don­ald Hall on “Fresh Air,” 1993

These are the whitest, most core lit­er­ary con­ver­sa­tions in the his­to­ry of the world, but they’re also some of the sweet­est.

without autumn
no spring no summer no autumn no winter
no rain no peony thunder no woodthrush
the book is a thousand pages without commas
without mice maple leaves windstorms
no castles no plazas no flags no parrots
without carnival or the procession of relics
intolerable without brackets or colons
silence without color sound without smell
without apples without pork to rupture gnash
unpunctuated without churches uninterrupted
no orioles ginger noses no opera no
without fingers daffodils cheekbones
the body is a nation a tribe dug into stone
assaulted white blood broken to fragments
provinces invade bomb shoot shell
strafe execute rape retreat and attack
artillery sniper fire helicopter gunship
grenade burning murder landmine starvation
the ceasefire lasts forty-eight hours
then a shell explodes in a market
pain vomit neuropathy morphine nightmare
confusion terror the rack the screw
vincristine ara-c cytoxan vp-16
loss of memory loss of language losses

foamless unmitigated sea without sea
delirium whipmarks of petechiae pcp
multiple blisters of herpes zoster
and how are you doing today i am doing
one afternoon say the sun comes out
moss takes on greenishness leaves fall
the market opens a loaf of bread a sparrow
a bony dog wanders back sniffing a lath
it might be possible to pick up a pencil
unwritten stanzas taken up and touched
beautiful terrible sentences unuttered
the sea unrelenting wave gray the sea
flotsam without islands broken crates
block after block the same house the mall
no cathedral no hobo jungle the same women
and men they long to drink hayfields
without dog or semicolon or village square
without monkey or lily without garlic
Without, by Donald Hall

Only this strange com­bi­na­tion of com­plete­ly unre­lat­ed pod­cast episodes could lead to the real­iza­tion that Ter­ry Gross and Kara Swish­er sound like they could or should be sis­ters.