As I reviewed what I had and considered my decision, the five stages of grief were strangely foreshortened by Internet time and the blur of weekly production. By Tuesday morning, I felt the dim stirrings of panic. By Tuesday night I had moved on to acceptance. On Wednesday morning, I began writing the non-article you're reading now. On the web all publications tend toward their own oblivion.
Hot sites grow cold.
Leaders cease to be relevant. Sites change hands and lose their spark. Good sites can even die at the hands of bad hosting arrangements . The editor in me sees no sense in hastening the decline of ALA by publishing half-formed stories to make a weekly deadline. The publisher in me sees no value in ignoring the Friday deadline.