It’s “Deconstructing ‘You’ve Got Blog’ ” all over again as Kottke and his swells take three full opportunities (as via “blogging”; via newsletter; via “blogging” again) to pretend I haven’t been publishing continuously since 1998 or earlier. Just this WordPress installation is 14 years old. And I’m still the only one with valid HTML and excellent type and copy.
I was granted a lifetime total of two acknowledgements from this doyen of webloggisme.
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“Jason Kottke, you can guard my MacBook,” I say chirpily as I set exactly that down on the floor next to him one time at South by Southwest. He looks up, badge-cruises me. “Oh, hi, Joe,” Kottke says warily.
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I got two million hits offa how to load the dishwasher. Then that was over.
Kottke is the kind of untouchable who will run an encomium to a pilotess (even though the airplane does not know you’re a girl), then refuse to update it with analysis from an actual pilot, which link I had sent in, that explains the emergency landing in question was barely distinguishable from a simulator run.
Just as print newspapers have a sunk cost in pretending the entire Internet, and especially YouTube and podcasts, simply do not exist, the Kottke caste has a sunk cost in pretending I wasn’t as much of a pioneer as they were, and that I simply do not exist.
Who will last longer? If they do, they can well and truly bury me, and they’ve staked the farm on someday doing that, have they not?