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New Chapters
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What feels like a million years ago, I wrote a piece for Poynter.org about the sneaky practice of releasing big news over the holidays. My list dates itself (Harvey Pitt? Wha?) but I’ve got a new one for you:

Howard Weaver announces he’s retiring as VP of news at McClatchy.

If you’re not a news industry watcher (Romensk-who?) and/or not already a fan of Howard’s, I really urge you to check out his post. It is, among other things, a practical, forceful, and graceful summation of where journalism finds itself today. It’s pretty McClatchy-specific, given the context, but I think a lot of it can be generalized. And either way, it’s a joy to read.

Then, you probably ought to tune in to whatever Howard gets up to next. Here’s a tip: I find his Twitter feed is among the best — and most poetic — on my screen.

And of course, with any luck, you’ll still be able to find his comments here on Snarkmarket.

Congratulations, Howard.

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Reclaiming Comics
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Gavin at Wordwright wants the word back:

“Graphic novel” is not any more descriptive, and worse in that it implies fictional content to the detriment of memoir, travelogue, reportage, etc., which is where you find some of the most interesting work being currently done

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The Film Version Of Your Life
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In mine, I would be played by Phillip Seymour Hoffman. There’s a fair-to-middling physical resemblance, to be sure, but mostly, I just feel like he would do a really, really great job.

I’d also like it if he would say this about me:

The world is hard, and … being a human on this earth is a complicated, messy thing.

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Poems from 1914
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A comparative media studies class at MIT has published Des Imagistes, Ezra Pound’s out-of-print poetry anthology, as a website. And it’s sort of beautiful. (Bookslutty.)

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Things That Are Beautiful
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These ink-bubble drawings.

This (non-Google) map of the Bay Area by Mike Migurski.

These shoes! (Like product placement in some near-future sci-fi movie, you know?)

These mattresses. Reminds me of how we used to roll down the stairs in boxes filled with blankets and pillows.

This movie title sequence!

The fifth side of this cube.

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Portraits of Autoworkers
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Terrific gallery from TIME. My impression: Wonderfully normal people working in the belly of a giant machine — almost Matrix-like in some of these shots! — that is slowly grinding to a halt around them.

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Happy Holidays
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Hang this on your virtual tree:

RSS readers: I haven’t figured out how to make these embeds show up properly in the feed yet, so click through if you want to see it.

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Hot Chip's Vampire Weekend
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Oh boy, it’s a late entrant, but this gets my nomination for cover of the year. Hot Chip does Vampire Weekend’s “Cape Cod Kwassa Kwassa,” with vocals by Peter Gabriel.

Prediction: In two years, no one will listen to Vampire Weekend. But they will listen to this song. And they will be like, “Wait, that’s a cover?”

(Via.)

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Antikythera for Christmas
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Matt can keep his Kindle — I’ll take one of these:

I seriously want to know more about the early history of astronomy. Less the sociology than the psychology of it – what was it that led humans to devote themselves to such long-term, precise observations? A belief in the power of distant gods? Boredom? The urge to find certainty somewhere, anywhere in the cosmos?

Via HNN/Ralph Luker.

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No Shortage of Beauty
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Psst: My mom just redesigned her blog.

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