You. Or maybe Us.

Time Magazine chose “You” as its Person of the Year.

Obsessions and complusions.

Just a quick test of YouTube.

Saturday morning cartoons.

Now I can recapture my lost childhood and look into the future of broadcasting at the same time — how convenient!

You are not a unique snowflake, and that’s OK.

It should probably bother me to discover that my listening preferences overlap so heavily with those of a 24-year-old Colombian woman, or with the entire readership of Cat and Girl.

Buyer’s remorse.

Explain to me again why I bought a PSP? It wasn’t for the RSS reader, I’ll tell you that.

Lost in the Podcastosphere.

Yes, I know “podcastosphere” isn’t a word. At least, I hope it isn’t.

Signs of an Internet Culture, #294.

I enjoy stumbling onto signs that the Web is more than just a playground for the kinds of people who like to tinker with document object models and CMC paradigms. Case in point: those postcards that sit in little stacks at the coffee shop, next to the alt-weekly newspapers.

Next on VH1: Behind the Webserver.

The Web is no longer this new and shiny thing that I’ve just discovered, but is now enough of an established institution that it can produce “where are they now?” stories.

My friends are cooler than your friends.

It seems like the Huffington Post is banking on the idea that if they get enough famous people to write for them, people will have no choice but to read at least some of their posts.

There’s more to life than bitching about mainstream media.

The whole “bloggers vs. journalists” debate feels insanely remote to me, but it’s not hard to understand why it often seems to be the only topic of discussion.