In which I explain away my absence from the keyboard by walking through what I've been reading to get ready for my winter class, "How 21st Century Media Work."
In which the continuing search for news business models takes stock of itself at Harvard, yielding a couple hundred tweets, a couple dozen sound bites, a couple good jokes, and a crying need to be single-mindedly focused on learning what audiences actually value.
In which I hang with a variety of legends at a Tribune reunion in Greektown. As at most such events, you remember some of what you want to say, but hear mostly what others want to tell you. As at few such events, you also get to observe David Axelrod's Secret Service detail.