The internet is a behemoth of billions of pages of information. The only way we (and Google) can hope to make sense of it is to rely on creator-provided information such as tags and keywords, which tell readers and bots what the pages are all about. A recent scan through the tags on Hulu's Biggest Loser show, though, indicates that we may not be quite as far along in the refinement of the process as we thought.
Gelf catches up with Media Circus alum and ASSME president Aaron Gell to explain the latest shakeup at Gawker.
If anything was made clear from the panel discussion at April's Media Circus event, it was that newspapers are desperately searching for a savior. Now auditioning for the role of media Jesus: Steven Brill and his Journalism Online.
This week, all across our late, great nation, people began receiving the first issue of mine, Time, Inc.'s attempt at a customizable magazine. It is, admittedly, an experiment, though that hasn't prevented a spate of "this sucks" on Twitter. After spending some time with mine, or at least its first issue, I can say it feels like more of a prelude to a focus group than a legitimate business model. Still, a quick survey of the magazine, with special attention paid to its handling of Sports Illustrated, since that's the only eligible title to which I subscribe, sheds light on the recent debate over ad-editorial boundaries.
The Daily Beast is indeed a strange animal. Like some kind of editorial haven for sloughed-off media pseudo-personalities, Tina Brown's resurrection project proves you no longer need to know what the hell you're talking about to be published, as long as you stick to populism. Meghan McCain, for example, would like you to know the election killed her libido.
David Carr has seen the future of journalism, and it looks like journalism two years ago. The New York Times's resident soothsayeradamant about securing his place on top of the New Media Orderhas mercifully supplied us with an antidote to the journo-pocalypse in a Sunday column entitled, "Let's Invent an iTunes for News."
Young urban Jews are familiar with the pleas of their parents to "Come out to the suburbs and visit once in a while, so that we know you're still alive." But many were shocked this week to learn of a new event to go along with the bar mitzvahs, holidays, and elections that force them to leave the citya supposed upcoming terrorist attack.
Here's an idea for a new Jim Carrey movie. For part of the film, he's a sad sack, and for the rest of it, he's a manic idiot. At the end, he learns a valuable lesson and gets the girl. I'm pretty sure he'll be pretty good in the role, as he's played that exact same character in The Mask, Me, Myself & Irene, Liar Liar, and Bruce Almighty. Oh, wait. Never mind. It looks like Yes Man just came out, and it seems that all the writers did was change the title of Liar Liar and take out the witty and funny bits.
Back in 2005, Molly Shattuck was the subject of one of the most poorly received Rick Reilly columns to ever land in Sports Illustrated. At 38, the super-hot wife of a super-rich CEO was not only a super mom, she was also a super cheerleader for the Baltimore Ravens! Super awesome! Thank God someone was there to make her feel even better about herself by giving her head on the back page of a national magazine! Luckily, her well-deserved time in the limelight isn't quite over.
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