Regretfully, that means this blog will be coming to an end. As a born-and-bred print guy, I was only a semi-willing convert to the web. Some of the younger folks in the office who endured my ponderous intern talks a few years ago can -- and do -- recite back to me my haughty dismissal of web journalism and my insistance that Twitter was merely "a vulgar neurosis." (I'm right about that, by the way, but I now see its uses and have become a devoted adherent.) Anyway, I'm surprised at how much I've come to love web writing; the interaction with and feedback from all of you (even the trolls in the comments section who think I'm a gay commie); and particularly the freedom and creativity that the blog format has afforded me to indulge my admittedly-sometimes-strange interests and sophomoric sense of humor. It's been a lot of fun, and it's strange for me to contemplate the fact that this blog is shutting down. I feel sort of like Rutger Hauer at the end of Bladerunner (except I'm not naked on the roof getting rained on).
I want to offer a special thanks to all my colleagues at The Atlantic. They've been a joy to work with, and have made me a much, much better journalist than I otherwise would have been. Like many of you, I will continue to spend an inordinate amount of time hanging out at TheAtlantic.com because I love their work and wouldn't miss reading it for anything. It's been a great pleasure and privilege to be a part of it.
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