Huffington Post Blog Editor David Weiner wrote in to say that he wrote a piece about Bob Guskind "and It's now on the front page of the Huffington Post, so hopefully those
outside of New York will get a chance to discover Bob, if only too late." I include a link and an excerpt.
Here it is: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/david-weiner/the-death-of-a-blogger_b_172406.htm
it goes: I'm constantly amazed by the blogosphere. I work at a blog
(the one you're currently reading), so I really shouldn't feel this
way. After all, I see the inner-workings, the behind-the-scenes
maneuvering and the unpolished beginnings — the process, so to speak,
that should remove any and all sheen from the finished product. And
I'll admit, oftentimes I do miss the larger picture and I do forget
just how stupefying a "thing" all this really is. But then something
clicks, some event unfolds or some action takes place that reminds me
that blogs, and bloggers, are… well, simply incredible.
Unfortunately, what reminded me this time around was not some genius
piece of writing or some clever mashup of videos. No, sadly this is one
of those moments that could only come to be out of profound loss. The
type of moment that can only be marked by death.
Bob Guskind, a journalist and the man behind the popular Brooklyn blog Gowanus Lounge, was found dead
in his apartment on Wednesday. Now, I know for the vast majority of
people reading this, that means nothing. Just another death on another
day. And I know for those who knew him well, who, I'm sure, are too
busy mourning his death to read this, it means everything. But then
there are the people like me, who lost a man we never fully realized we
had.
We were his faithful readers, his web compatriots, his audience, his
collaborators, and his neighbors, in our real and virtual lives. We
were touched by him, learned from him, and grew with him. Yet most of
us would never have recognized him if he were sitting across from us on
the train or behind us at the movies.
Indeed, I read Bob's work nearly every day, and I barely even knew his name.