Journalism's primary job is and always has been to sell advertising

The bottom line that Jon Stewart is forgetting is that the Journalism is the Fourth Estate garbage that the public has been fed since childhood, is just that - propaganda by the media itself. Journalism's primary job is and always has been to sell advertising. As such, Journalism's primary motivation is to attract eyeballs to whatever they hang the advertising on.

Sharpe Online: Is it REAL?!

Morgan Silk was just informed that two of his images from his Mongolian series have been shortlisted in the 2009 AOP Awards competition. Word got to him through the grapevine that the image above also impressed the judges and would have been shortlisted as well, but some on the panel suspected that the super-sized statue of Ghengis Khan was faked through cgi, and pulled it from the running! It's real, folks.

Lack of unique content, coupled with a false sense of being unique

  • Lack of unique content, coupled with a false sense of being unique. When you've had a virtual monopoly for decades, you grow arrogant and develop blind spots about your own weaknesses. From the viewpoint of the consumer, you're not nearly as unique and special as you think. And you've exacerbated this problem with your poor pay scales historically, and more recently your vicious cutting aimed at higher-salary veterans.
  • How far away is your emergency?

    Six years ago, I gave a mildly controversial talk to the newspaper publishers at an annual convention. I explained in detail why they were just a few years from bankruptcy and how they could use the momentum and assets they had to build up a hyperlocal internet presence and permission asset now, because it would be too late when the emergency hit. Of course, my talk wasn't an emergency, they had other priorities, and so the dire prediction comes true.

    New York’s annual Armory Show is to the art world what Al Bundy is to assholes: unbelievably, undeniably important.

    New York’s annual Armory Show is to the art world what Al Bundy is to assholes: unbelievably, undeniably important. Held on the edge of the Hudson, the massive, international artgasm draws thousands upon thousands of artists, galleries, and aesthetes into the bounds of two enormous bunkers. Over the course of three days, they trade insider info, elect the new art-world elite, and swill enough wine to make Vincent van Gogh look like the Anti-Saloon League.