Completely in character. He's an dry drunk authoritarian dick.

I know Jerry Bloch pretty well. He is a former engineer who picked up a med degree at Einstein in NYC. He has an upscale private practice here in Portland. True - he is a patent holder on a piece of privacy software, and has been ruminating about the evils of unlimited access to the internet for kids for a few years now.

His additional training is psychoanalytic, so he goes both ways.

The "I can fix your kid of the disease I made up" snake oil has been around for probably centuries. In my lifetime I've seen satanism, homosexuality, punk rock and heavy metal, marijuana, masturbation, tattooing, and probably others foisted at the proverbial end of the world. It's fearmongering claptrap.

The history of treatment for mental illness is filled with intellectuals trying to do their best, often in a vacuum, to fix other people's problems, It's second in horrors only to dentistry, perhaps. The trust and respect which are essential qualities for a doctor to speak authoritatively to a psychiatrically ill patient are undermined by this public exploration, with few facts and with a profit-seeking motivation.

What happened to science?

More artwork by young master Pitters is at www.alienswithafros.com

Go Amma go!

Soon enough! Corporations which guard information have a broken business model in their future.

Beware stockholders!

Gee I forgot the Portland Zine Symposium!

It IS interesting how zines persist. Is there crossover between bloggers and zinesters?

(I published an anonymous mimeographed "underground" zine of filler news clippings in the bowels of a major American daily paper and "delivered" it via inner-office mail to the publisher and other honchos. Through Factsheet 5 I had "subscribers" from Wall Street and Hollywood. Calvin Trillin wrote me a letter - what a treasure! But the instant I got access to the net I threw those stencils out.)

Zines are alive in Portland.

When you come to Portland, be sure to drop by our mostly-zines bookstore, Reading Frenzy, our public library's collection of zines, and the
Independent Publishing Resource Center, a nonprofit how-to-do-it and how-to-keep-it-weird shop.

There's more than a bit of arrogance in this pronouncement. Anderson assumes he's sufficiently prescient to define the universe prior to it's arrival. Sorry bub. Your job, or your-own-personal-flack's job, is to read offerings of information from out here, outside your crib.