We began this journey back in the fall of 2004. The thought was that, in this horribly accelerating age of the kids and their crazy internets, we would bring things back to the page. Where there were weblogs with weblinks, we would provide a real page with a real link. Both activities centred on reading and information, we figured, so if people were willing to give up their MSN and their MySpace for just one damn minute, Anablog was the place for them.
Even though its focus was pretty, um, focused — if it was printed and you could touch it, it was up for inclusion — it allowed for much movement with its structure. And we are creatures of habit, of assignment, of being told what to do. We need familiarity, a clear purpose, specifics. It didn’t quite work that way.
And so some weeks you’d come here and find a book excerpt. Other weeks we’d be dissecting the craziness of Tom Cruise. For a few weeks we supported incarcerated New York Times reporter Judith Miller, only to have that bite us in the ass. We took you into the world of press packs and promotions once in awhile. We told you about crazy signage we saw around town. We’d report when locals appeared in other publications. We spewed venom on the likes of music journo wanks Neil Strauss and the (now unemployed) Marc Spitz, and told you of our love for Christina Kelly and Vanessa Grigoriadis.
In short: We rambled. And you read the rambling. And we thank you for that, since this is the last time we’ll be subjecting you to this. Yes friends, this is Anablog’s last stand, and we would love to say something eloquent about it but all we can think of are lyrics by The Doors and Boyz II Men, and that’s never cool.
When you come here next week, you’ll find that we are still around, but instead we’ll be dusting off our rusty reporter skills and giving you the latest news in stage, film, books and art. It’s better this way. Thanks for sticking with us. And if you’re ever out in the world and you see some crazy ad, or an amusing pamphlet, or some British magazine with a report on the hot new Halifax music scene, please think of us, and think of your mailbox.
send goodbye-i’ll-miss-you notes to: Anablog c/o The Coast, 5435 Portland Place, Halifax, B3K 6R7.