Due to some strange alignment of the stars, this happens to be the 249th anniversary of the Declaration of Independence as well as the 249th edition of the North Bay Bohemian that I’ve overseen as editor.
The whimsical side of me can’t help but find this somehow significant. As Galileo once opined, “Mathematics is the language with which God has written the universe.” I personally believe, however, that the universe was written with heaps of irony—hence Galileo praising the deity, then ending up under house arrest for a little heliocentrism.
Likewise, the notion of independence in media—especially a printed tabloid like this one—is itself ironic. I am inherently and absolutely dependent on you, dear readers. There is no independence here. Any armchair psychologist would rightly observe that I’m codependent on you. You complete me—at least to the extent that I rely on you to render meaning from these inkblots on wood pulp…