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Hit & Run XXXIII
Faithful readers of Suck will no doubt recall our 6 October piece, "How To Read Wired
Magazine contrived filtering methodology to purge the bane of advertising from your Wired skimming experience. Sadly, demutilating websites is exponentially more difficult than applying the rip to pulp, and for the loyal Suck reader, never before has the exercise been in higher demand. But while cool heads may prevail in the real world, online hotheads can be damned ingenious, indeed. For your consideration, a few options we've had suggested for the die-hard anti-commercialists that gleefully punctuate any crowd worth its weight in decibels: Option #1: The simplest technique is essentially camouflage...via Post-it notes. A big thick pad of one-inch square stickies will serve the dual purpose of keeping offending areas non-ambulatory while leaving a small portion of one's screen preternaturally dust-free. Option #2: Easy but demanding of dexterity, simply positioning roughly 1/8 of one's browser window off-screen may be quite satisfactory for the freestyle browsing disinclined. Option #3: Surf Suck via the archive page. A day late, but commercially sedate, acceptable to all but the purists and obsessively curious. Option #4: Install FrameFree. This will de-frame the menu and ads, enabling a convenient scrolling sayonara to both. For gonzogeeks only. Amid all the talk of the alternative becoming mainstream, we sometimes forget that the mainstream is still that much more mainstream. As though to rub that in, the new album from good-old golfers Hootie and the
Blowfish copies in its first week, to debut on the charts at number one with a mullet. Still, Blowfish-loving pundits who pin the band's success on its Americana appeal might want to hold off on any planned promises to put a Hootie in every home, as the band's album titles (Cracked Rear View, Fairweather
Johnson suggestive. Here at Suck, we'd never even think of reeling in the masses by choosing a name that would make Beavis and Butt-head chuckle. "Computer=Woman. Man uses and dominates computer. Therefore, man uses and dominates woman." Logic like that can get you into graduate school... it won't get you very far into grad school, of course, 'cause eventually they'll make you learn the difference between using a metaphor and imposing one. But hey, Brillo's no thesis, it's a webzine. Its beautiful design and imaginative icon-pilfering somehow mitigate the strident yet half-baked politics, which makes assertions such as "Men receive their rewards by 'jacking in' to their computers" endearing rather than laughable. Which is not to say the editorial slant is completely misdirected. Though their stated goal is to "disseminat[e]...information, tools and strategies," an interview with the Barbie
Liberation Front slightly different methodology: "Represent yourself in ways that are beneficial to your story... Acknowledge your multiple positions in society and utilize those when its best suited to the fight that you're involved in." Talk about using the master's tools - Brillo is political activism for the disinformation age. This week's Ken Auletta-penned piece in the New Yorker on Micro
Kinsley enough conventional wisdom on Web publishing: that nobody makes money, that nobody reads anything longer than 700 words on screen (Hit & Run's mantra to be sure), and that online editors are basically "intellectual bartenders," greasing conversational wheels so patrons spend more time and money in their establishment before going to bed with a spinning head. Slipped into paragraph number 98 (no one reads anything longer than 70,000 words anymore), though, is this subtly unconventional bit of implicit analysis:
The astute might note that Mr. Kinsley left out "stock option." More importantly, Microsoft's a communications company the way Burger King's a green plastic pickle whistle company - it's what they promote, but not at all where they make their money. Of course, Microsoft is positioning itself as a media company in order to build the belief that there's something more for the company to do than to install OSs on the remaining ten percent of non-Windows desktops. Auletta, friend to captains of industry everywhere, is, as usual, quite happy to buy and sell LargeCo spin. courtesy of the Sucksters
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