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Hey Fredders.

Just a quick update to let you all know that this guy is still in business, driving people around Greater Boston in a taxicab full of mental divergence. Every couple of months we get another comment from someone who’s been in a cab and told about Jubilee status.

I’ve been trying to get the goddamn Jubilee status for a year now, and no luck so far. I’m still trying, though!

In other news, Rolling Stone put the final nail in its “credibility” coffin with their “50 Top Albums of 2008″.  Jesus H. Baldheaded Christ on a pogo stick, as my old dad used to say.  I think KP said it best:

“Jonas brothers and hot chip. Nuff said. Who the fuck is mudcrutch?”

Anyone over the age of say, 30, will remember when Rolling Stone was a hip, edgy rag full of starving writers and music fans, that assembled itself out of nothingness to become the only source for real cool in the country. Now it’s a teeming wasteland of bloated dickwads who suckle happily from the corporate teat and shit out the same pappy trash that the magazine itself struggled against when it was new.

Yelp.com, high on my list of daily-visit-obsession websites, is starting to show signs of caving, too. Remember when you could get a decent idea for a night out on citysearch.com? Then the corporate sponsors rolled in and turned citysearch into a pus-filled bag of time-wasting. Forget about it. Yelp created itself to be a community of real people giving real recommendations about stuff. Last week I saw my first “sponsored result” and I got a little queasy. Here’s hoping the trend doesn’t continue.

Who am I kidding. If someone handed me sixteen million and told me that for the rest of my life I had to act stuffy and implacable, read only Newsweek and cnn.com, and use an Ipod…well, I’d probably do it. But nobody’s handing me sixteen million. Yet.

So I keep my credibility, and Richard Branson keeps his 16 mil. For now.