The nominations for the 2004 Bloggies are out.
Here’s where I invoke Don DeLillo and Jonathan Franzen on the ways that an artist is cheapened by the presence of an audience.
Or perhaps here’s where I sulk about never being able to elbow my way onto the A-list. (Damn power law.)
Or perhaps here’s where I merely shrug and begin another year of toiling in relative anonymity, content just to get the work done.