I write to you frustrated and discouraged in hopes that you might shed light on a 'cold prickly' feeling I have. We could agree for the sake of my inquiry, that just as many people in the information movement, I struggle with the selection of who to read, who to agree with and my own voice in the blogosphere as it rises to capture it's own A-Listesque audience. To make a difference. A positive one. Frequently identified by others as a having a positive, energetic, and nearly Polyanna-like position, I am concerned to find myself presently disenchanted with our collective efforts to expose and analyze media's growth and expansion and its effect on our societies.
Is it the liquid bombing threat this week in London? Dave Winer taking little Liz Henry to task about sexism? The howels of pain from inside AOL? The inspiring conversations I have with people at conferences that fade into oblivious memory weeks later? I've approached several industry pundits and challenged them to build something meaningful with me, sure that my heart was in the right place, only to be ignored and put on the A-(shit)List by unrelated reasoning. What do these events have in common?
I have this disheartening sense that for every precaution we take or campaign we take on that there is an equally motivated anti-presence. Is life too big an animal to fix? At times it feels like we are changing the world with our conversations. I sat in South Korea last month and watched an Israeli and a Palestinian man talking -- each of them sensitive, intelligent, well-meaning citizen journalists. There is little need to highlight how little that moment translated a few days later as 200 missles plunged into Israel. Christ!
Tell me, what of the roll of the eyes of the cabby who hears me say "bloggers" and states plainly "I hate reading them, there is so much bullshit out there". We seem to register and train for the race, take a deep breath at the starting line and as surely skin our knees to bloody pulp of flesh once the starting gun goes off because our shoelaces are tied to the bleachers.
- B-list representative