But we also know, of course, that this kind of memory is not the most important one. Some events solder themselves into our consciousness so intensely that they change the way we see the world for ever. The details barely matter. The change itself matters. You are fired from the magazine you edited; your freelance career is greately curtailed because a major newspaper is afraid of your ideas; leading activists attack you for being a dangerous reactionary; your ideological enemies lurk around every corner. These kinds of events stop your life for a moment; your soul freezes while the rest of the world swivels around you to a new position. Then you start to blog, and you feel better.
Speaking of Sully, I couldn't even get past the 1st page of his drivel on Salon. He wasn't kidding when he called it a "Fisking." Jesus, Salon editors, he's submitting crap to you that isn't even good enough to put up on the Dish.