I’ve used “favorite blogger” and “gold-standard” to describe Andrew Sullivan. Still, I’m capable of taking Sullivan for granted, of getting so drawn in by a book or my camera or my life that I don’t read him for several days in a row.
So a classic don’t-know-what-you’ve-got-until-it’s-gone sense of loss flooded me when I saw Joshua Green’s tweet (above). I paddled straight over a waterfall of baseless assumptions: that Sullivan’s recent bout of winter illness was something worse, that his health was forcing him to retire, that his blog would be gone forever.
This was grief. I’d like to pretend it was something more cool, more poised. But grief is the right word.
Then reality grabbed hold of my lapels and screamed, “Pull yourself together, man!”
Literally? No lapels, no grabbing, no screaming.
Sullivan merely posted the news that he’s moving his blog to The Daily Beast:
We remain committed to the same principles from the very beginning: in no-one’s ideological grip, in search of the truth through data and open, honest debate, in love with the new media’s variety and immediacy, committed to accountability and empiricism and resistant to any single category of subject or form. I have no idea where we’ll end up or what the future will bring. But that’s been true for a decade. … I hope you’ll come with us, and join us, and be your usual informed, querulous, irreverent, ornery and intimate selves, correcting our errors, feeding us material, opening our eyes, chiding us and bucking us up every day at every hour on every continent.
I’ve never taken to The Daily Beast, but I’ll become a regular visitor as of April.