Rumor has it that Salon won’t be long for this world. My hope is that the end, when it comes, is a quick one. I still have memories of Spy magazine, a rotting corpse, risen briefly from the dead, filled with ads for second rate sexual aids and third rate liquor, devoid of the wit and humor that once defined it.
Of course, I hope the end doesn’t come, and not because I still hold some worthless stock in the company. Salon is in many ways, a shadow of its former self, but it is still a great publication. If it goes under, I’ll have to go back to reading paper magazines.