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Wordsworthmore I'm not making no money no more with Wordsworth. The three latest orders on my account come to $128.21, which is absolutely more than the zero I was making when Jakob Nielsen wrote about how we (Wordworth and I) sucked at the online book business. One reason is that Wordsworth has taken Jakob's advice. Or so they tell me. Anyway, congrats to the good people at that fine store. They have been highly conversational through this whole thing, which is why I like being on both sides of their relationship with the folks in their marketplace. Sticky Highways Jamie Zawinsky is, like Clay Shirky, one of the Web's great Wise Guys. Like Clay, he's been around and really knows his shit. Unlike Clay, his prose has a minimalist edge that almost verges on poetry. I had forgotten how much I love his stuff until I decided today to check out how he's doing as the new proprietor of the DNA Lounge in San Francisco. Among the new items I love best is Greed, which is about the new surfeit of price-is-no-object billboards on highway 101 between San Francisco and the South Bay. As a somewhat-related aside, I'm waiting for the day when the river of venture money stops flowing through traditional media (for whatever reason) and those media find that their displaced traditional customers, the advertisers who got priced out when the dot-commers showed up with bux 2 spare, don't come back.
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