As I tend to doubt it is in this case.
Perhaps this column inadvertently succeeds in elucidating precisely the problem
that I've attempted to deal with. At the very least, though it's perhaps longer
than an average blog posting, it seems to suffer from many of the same illnesses
that plague blogs. It has the feel of having been constructed by a prowling web
surfer, desperately attempting to latch onto pretty much anything that catches
his interest, attempting in that way to take a variety of almost unrelated items
and convert them into his own.
Though it may not show it, this particular column was written in a sort of bloglike,
fits and starts, fashion. It feels as though a blogger
was simply taking a stroll through cyberspace in search of a point, any point,
worth making. And then, when it didn't find that point, well, it tried to make
some other, not exactly related, points, and perhaps get away with it. It's top-heavy
with ideas, but can't seem to choose which to develop, and which to delete. It
wants to place itself firmly in the producing corner of cyberspace, yet
is so busy consuming that it can't seem to get around to the first part
of the prosumer portmanteau.
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