I used to be "with it," but then they changed what "it" was.

When I desire deep thinking on the state of modern culture, I go directly to Tom Wolfe.  After all, it takes a man of uncommonly level perspective to liken his "pimped" Cadillac to a 16th-century cathedral.

Here's our man TW on blogs.  Happy birthday, blogs.  Hope you like GET OFF MY LAWN:

One by one, Marshall McLuhan's wackiest-seeming predictions come true. Forty years ago, he said that modern communications technology would turn the young into tribal primitives who pay attention not to objective "news" reports but only to what the drums say, i.e., rumors.

And there you have blogs. The universe of blogs is a universe of rumors, and the tribe likes it that way.

I have a rumor for you, in fact, my dear fellow.  I hear that you disappeared up your own ass in 1985, thereby forming the densest white dwarf ever recorded by science.

Not that it matters, but the architects of this travesty went on to ask TW about his favorite blog(s):

Mr. Wolfe, "weary of narcissistic shrieks and baseless 'information,' " says he no longer reads blogs.

No, he gets quite enough of that sort of thing standing in front of the mirror, talking to his reflection.

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Or perhaps Wolfe, in a white suit in a white room, is simply waiting for the grim reaper in that place where the sun never shines.