I.F. Stone’s granddaughter brings us up to date on the party given for the greatest journalist known to man, living or dead. I’ve posted the introduction to the post below, but by all means go read the rest for her take on Joe Lieberman, Hillary Clinton and what such appointments could mean for an Obama administration, as well as the war between real journalists and those who write for the mainstream media, whose judgment is almost always clouded by corporate editorial oversight.
Perhaps her views are not so kind to the aforementioned powers that be, but I agree with her sentiments totally. So go read the rest and let us know if you agree. We need to let Obama know not to step into that 30-foot and growing pile of manure left by former administrations. Without further ado, here is Aimai writing at her blog If I Ran The Zoo:
Well, that was bracing! Yesterday we had a blast honoring my grandfather, I.F. Stone, for his first hundred years and looking forward to the next hundred which he will spend, variously, at Mt. Auburn Cemetery and in cyberspace. There were marvelous speakers, among the best of whom was Jack Beatty, Chris Lydon, and Tony Lewis. Among the most controversial, apparently, was your own Aimai since I had been tasked with speaking of Izzy as a proto-blogger. That set the cat among the pigeons.
I believe firmly that she who blogs first, laughs last so I woke up this morning at four a.m. to get my account into print first. Its rather complicated to explain, of course because of the Heisenberg uncertainty principle surrounding things said at cocktail parties. I hew to a hard, Proustian model of memory “I write, therefore I am” which loosely translates in the real world to “she who gets it down in pixels can lay claim to the experience.” So, with a grain of salt, take all my witty rejoinders as actually having been said. I can assure you that no matter what I said, they weren’t listening so they weren’t heard. And so, to the event: [click on the link to read the rest]