Tribalism, Journalism

I have been thinking very hard about my tribes, who they are, where they are, why I belong to them. Also about writing my journal (since that is what this is) and the fact that it makes me a journalist, in the true, old-fashioned sense of the word.

Thankfully my tribe consists of real people of intelligence, beauty and talent. If only the world were run on our lines, to our high funky standards, public life would be a place of majesty, trust and dignity, with a wicked backbeat.

I've joined Global Voices. Here's the draft manifesto.

In their "how to" add your blog, they say, use Nepal as an example. Unless Nepal is actually leading the world in viagra production, they have been rather severely spammed.

Then, if you want to add your blog, it says:

Please note that all contributions to Global Voices are considered to be released under the GNU Free Documentation License (see Global Voices:Copyrights for details). If you don't want your writing to be edited mercilessly and redistributed at will, then don't submit it here. You are also promising us that you wrote this yourself, or copied it from a public domain or similar free resource. DO NOT SUBMIT COPYRIGHTED WORK WITHOUT PERMISSION!

Actually, this blog is published under this license. So I can't submit it here. I'll have to start a blog specifically to enter Global Voices, or my work will be subjected to abuse. These stupid people and their stupid penis pills. I'm sure one day, I'll be lying bleeding in the road, hoping the ambulance gets here in time, and looking up at the night sky, I'll see "get phentermine" "cheapest online tramadol" "propoxyphene or darvocet or alprazolam" just as my eyes start to fade...