For a few months now I’ve been posting this banal drivel as a means of attempting to entertain. Only recently has the possibility emerged for my half-witted attempts at humor to be protected by the United States Government. It may still be a long shot, but some day you weary web surfers will gaze upon the pearly words of a professional writer. On that day, I will be called a journalist.
Of course, what I’m talking about is the semi-recent commotion associated with a leak of confidential information coming from Apple Computer. Quite against the spirit of entrepeneurism, individuality, and thinking different that Apple would like to extoll, they’re going to sue the shit out of some blogger for revealing information that was provided to him by confidential sources.
Of course, that’s Apple’s position: that these “confidential” sources aren’t confidential when you’re just writing for a blog. The problem with Apple is that they don’t understand the difficulties that we journalists face. As my colleague Bob Woodward once said, “Today’s journalists are the last remnants of the knights errant of old. Roaming the globe with no master but the truth and its inexorable desire to be seen, we challenge dictators, expose the corrupt, and enrich the soul. Oh, and fuck Apple.”
I hope so much that the courts do come down on the side of the blogger. In addition to me claiming all of my web hosting costs as expenses in my fledgling business, I’m going to start doing the same thing with camera equipment and clothing. Cause damn, Gina, I’d look sweet in one of those journalist war outfits!
