Blogs as Virtual Communities: Identifying a Sense of Community

…being a virtual community is important for sustainability. It is worth noting that at the end of the blog author Julie‘sendeavors to cook her way through the cookbook, she stopped her blog posting. Although several participants tried to create an online group for fans of the the Julie/Julia Project to interact, it failed. The Julie/Julia Project was not self-sustaining. It depended heavily on Julie to succeed. These findings have implications…

Wastewater job really stinks

From the outside, this professional complex of modern buildings along Route 30 East near Ligonier had all the appeal of a sedate college campus. Two newer, red-brick buildings sat near the administration office and lab, both housed in a structure that easily could be called Old Main. There was even an aesthetically pleasing weather vane on the roof. The problem is, the place smelled like … –Gerard DeFlitch –Wastewater job…

Cinematic truth lies in the close-up

In the current rejection of the close-up in mainstream cinema, filmmakers seem to have learnt nothing from the past. The 1950s epics now seem stolid, and most of DeMille is unwatchable. In a few years’ time, The Phantom Menace, George Lucas’s first Star Wars prequel – which was filmed almost entirely in medium and wide shot – will look like one of the most boring movies ever made. Entranced by…

Visual Blogs

Does this mean that future weblogs should favour image over text? To do so would be to the detriment of the medium as it is the combination of words and images presented over time that make the visual blog what it is. Yet the contributions that images can make within weblogs should not be underestimated – they act as a way of catching our attention and turning a glance into…

Getting the Boot: Reporter trains for new job: Marine

We saw other recruits in 20-man teams who had completed the daytime infiltration course with bayonets fixed. They had crawled through puddles of water, slid under barbed wire and thrust their bayonets into tires mounted on wooden dummies. We too completed the course and, panting and sore, found ourselves soaked from bellies to shins. I had shed 18 pounds since arriving at Parris Island. I was 38 pounds lighter than…