November 20, 2012, 1:14 PM —
As a rule, we journalists are a grumpy lot. Think Lou Grant, Perry White, or Walter Burns, if you remember back that far. With us, the glass isn’t merely half empty, it’s also cracked, dirty, manufactured in a Chinese sweat shop, and has water in it. Dammit, I ordered vodka.
There is, however, one day each year when we are not grumpy, when the glass is clean and filled to the brim. Yes, I’m talking about Thanksgiving. With that day in mind, I’d like to take a break from TY4NS’s usual litany of complaints and admonishments to give thanks to some well deserving folks.
First on the list: I’m thankful for ITworld and the opportunity they continue to give me to write about sometimes arcane stuff in the world of social media and privacy -- and to do it for more than the fast food wages paid by many better-known blogs.
I’m thankful for the 17 people who read this blog religiously and the few thousand that stumble upon it occasionally via Slashdot, Reddit, and StumbleUpon (natch). I’m even thankful for the comments. (OK, most of the comments.)
I’m thankful that, unlike a great many of my former colleagues, I’m still able to make a living at my chosen profession. It’s intoxicating to have the opportunity to speak truth to power, even if I usually have to leave it on power’s voice mail and he never returns my calls.
I’m also thankful that blogs like Mashable and ReadWrite have hired print journos (Lance Ulanoff, Dan Lyons) to head their editorial operations. It’s a tacit acknowledgement that us print dinosaurs might actually know a thing or two about producing quality content.
I’m thankful for Twitter, which to my own great surprise I’ve come to use more and more over time. I especially enjoyed dual-screening the presidential debates and the world series on my TV and my iPad, watching the stream of snarky play by play flow by in 140-character bursts.
I’m thankful for Facebook, which despite its many flaws has allowed me to reconnect with dozens of people I’d lost touch with decades ago without having to endure a series of painfully awkward conversations. I can dip into their lives and duck out as I please, and vice versa. I’m thankful for the handful of strangers I have “met” on there and might one day actually meet in person, if that’s not too old school.