I’m on my way to Orlando for the Newspaper Association of America conference called “Connections,” where I”ll be speaking on a panel about weblogs. I hope to convince newspaper executives that this is part of their future.
But I won’t be watching the Stupid Bowl, which is my name for the football extravaganza that almost everyone else in America, it seems, holds in such fascination. Unfortunately, I’ll miss a party today that a friend is having. He’s going to record the game on his TiVo, and fast forward through the football, slowing down to real-time speed only to watch the commercials. Now that makes some sense.