The nature of print media is strange these days. Pages shrivel and shrink, then disappear altogether, while paid positions dry up like teens on Proactiv, resulting in a frenzied scramble toward writers and editors doing more with less, pissed off at their frozen salaries yet unable to bitch about it for fear of further noose-tightening. And always, always the mad dash to the web. Because if it's the web that's killing the paper, why not keep the enemy closer?
It was a wise man indeed who told
Over the weekend, the New York Times broke the news that Jim Carroll, a thought-provoking poet who made several appearances in Denver and Boulder and whose 1978 memoir, The Basketball Diaries, was immortalized on the big screen in a 1995 film starring Leonardo DiCaprio, passed away from a heart attack. Carroll, equally as esteemed for his foray into punk, is probably best remembered for the song "People Who Died." Sadly, looks like we can now safely add Carroll to that ever-growing list of los
