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Sunday I read the New York Times article discussing the health issues surrounding blogging. It was a troubling piece to read. And I thought, how thankful I am no longer to be worrying about it.
After 1,322 posts at the No Comment page of the Harper’s website, I am hanging up my blogging hat. The simple fact of the matter is that 2,000 words a day is too time-consuming. It gets in the way of my other writing obligations, especially the long-form journalism, and the still longer-form and languishing book projects, and even those ridiculous law-professorly, footnoted articles. So today is the last day of regular No Comment posts.
Not to say that it’s entirely over. I’ll still do something from time to time, and in fact there are a number of interviews that will be coming down the pike (two next week, in fact), a few reviews, and the occasional speech or two. I will also be continuing to contribute pieces addressing legal affairs questions to the print version of the magazine.
I look forward to keeping in touch with my faithful friends and readers. You’re a wonderful support network, and even though it’s beyond my ability to respond to all the correspondence, I do read every line of it and often benefited from your suggestions.
More from Scott Horton:
Conversation — August 5, 2016, 12:08 pm
Sidney Blumenthal on the origins of the Republican Party, the fallout from Clinton’s emails, and his new biography of Abraham Lincoln
Conversation — March 30, 2016, 3:44 pm
Joseph Hickman discusses his new book, The Burn Pits, which tells the story of thousands of U.S. soldiers who, after returning from Iraq and Afghanistan, have developed rare cancers and respiratory diseases.
Years ago, I lived in Montana, a land of purple sunsets, clear streams, and snowflakes the size of silver dollars drifting through the cold air. There were no speed limits and you could legally drive drunk. My small apartment in Missoula had little privacy. In order to write, I rented an off-season fishing cabin on Rock Creek, a one-room place with a bed and a bureau. I lacked the budget for a desk. My idea was to remove a sliding door from a closet in my apartment and place it over a couple of hastily cobbled-together sawhorses.
Average number of bacteria living in a pound of U.S. mud:
Canadian doctors saved a baby from drowning in his own drool by using Botox on his salivary glands.
A black bear named Pedals, famous for walking upright on his hind legs through Rockaway Township, New Jersey, was reported killed by a hunter, and a hiker in California was attacked after he interrupted two bears mating. It was a “pretty good bear attack,” said the local police chief.
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