Founded 1983: Liberal Mindset; Conservative Morality

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October 15, 2010January 22, 2013

Organizing the Boles Blogs Network with the Paper Notebook Technique

Before there was the Boles Blogs Network, there was just Urban Semiotic and planning articles was simple. Either I was writing an article for Urban Semiotic or Go Inside Magazine — not too difficult. More blogs were added — three, here, four there, then three more — until the 13-blog strong Boles Blogs Network was created. Across the network, we cover all the niches of living. By the time we hit that magical number 13, I had a problem — no good way to keep up with knowing when I hadn’t written an article for a blog in a long while, and what I was planning on writing for any given blog.

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August 6, 2010

Editorial Paranoia: I Know a Penis When I Read One

The role of the editor is an important one. A good editor is more facilitator than censor. When I am editing the precious work of other writers, I always try to cling to their clarity instead of embossing my prejudices and belief systems into the work. Editors must honor the author’s original intention while also respecting the sense of a universal perception that what has been written can easily be read and understood.

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August 12, 2009

Three Thousand Articles and Counting!

It is with great delight and pleasure that we here at the Boles Blogs Network announce the publication of our three thousandth article across our 11 blogs!

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February 11, 2009

The Newspaper is Dead: Long Live the News!

The newsprint newspaper is DEAD! Let it die! Bury it. Let the bugs and worms eat the decaying pulp and let’s move on with our lives and getting the news quick, fast, and deadly on the internet. As an online author and itinerant publisher, it is delicious to watch the traditional media bandwagon crumble under the weight of their new irrelevancy. They have their worry beads in hand and their self-flagellation in process and they aren’t waiting to sound their own public death knell on your front stoop and in your mailbox: