Why Do I Do It?

Warm welcome to new blog reader, A.P., who I met at a conference addressing how new media is impacting old media, otherwise known as "newspapers" and soon to be known as "those things we used to call newspapers."

Don't get me wrong - I love print. Reading on screen is not equivalent - experientially or qualitatively - with reading the printed page, be it a book, newspaper or magazine. I remember when a relative brought home an "E-Book" contraption 20 years ago. Guess what - it never took off. The well-written word will not be replaced by poorly written blogs. The means of writing have changed over the centuries, from cave drawings, to quills and ink, to typewriters, to computers. There's nothing like a good story and that's never going to change.

Speaking of good stories ...

... I played at a local coffee house last night. Spaceman had offered to come take photos of me. He was a no show. There was a small but appreciative crowd. I got paid a stipend and all the coffee and snacks I could eat. As I plowed through my large mocha latte and chocolate pecan pie after I finished up, PAL walked in. "I thought you started at 8," he said. "ENDED at 8," I corrected him. He never has been good with numbers.

We then went out to another restaurant that has a really cool bar out back with an open mic night. How I could have driven by this place for 6 years and never seen it, I don't know. Super cool room with lots of good musicians. Again I had to redirect PAL's hands at the end of the evening, but he gets lots of credit for showing up.

Unlike Spaceman who calls me today to tell me he didn't make it because he volunteered to fill out gift cards for a friend's business instead. "Plus I didn't want to intimidate you when you were on stage." Yeah right!

I'm taking Spaceman golfing for his birthday on Sunday. Provided there are no dogs or gift cards, I'm sure he'll be there.