“Convergence. That’s what the world is already experiencing. We’re entering a new kind of media. A new type of journalism.”
Off the Air in Y2K
“So what happened?”
“I kinda figured that part,” Sam replied.
A Monumental Meeting
He was glad to be in the light, but the light was dim. Looking back toward the darkness, he realized he couldn’t see if anyone was coming toward him.
“Already?” he said with a quick glance at the clock. “Where did the time go?”
“You were ruminating. Shall I let them in?”
So enraptured by this work of art, the man closed his eyes so he could etch the image into his memory.
Colin Brock: January 3, 2000
“Your world is about to change in ways you can’t imagine. This ain’t the 90s anymore.”
The girl with curly hair stared out the classroom window. A breeze shook the trees’ red leaves.
On the Air in Y2K
My name is Steele. Sam Steele. “Now, if I can only remember to say that when I flip on the mic!”
Colin Brock: January 1-2, 2000
Editor’s Note: The post is an excerpt from a journal of Colin Brock.
Welcome to Mistleton
Mistleton is not a small town, but it’s no metropolis either. It’s somewhere in between. It’s a blend of urban and rural, ancient and cutting edge, wealthy and poor, belief and unbelief.