The city’s bloggers do a lot of talking. But is anyone listening?
When you hear the word “blogger,” what image comes to mind?
Don’t answer that. We already know.
A blogger is the crank sitting in his underwear in his mother’s basement banging out broadsides against … everything.
A blogger is the person who used to write angry letters to the editor, the ones that got relegated to the little-read Saturday editions.
A blogger is a frustrated 1.) journalist 2.) politician 3.) preacher.
Certainly, the traditional profile — real or imagined — has been less than flattering, one step removed from sports-talk radio callers.
But those old conceits have changed. Sure, every blogging community has its share of anonymous snipers. But in Worcester, local bloggers are more likely to be concerned citizens, information junkies, and people looking to establish connections between city government and the people — connections that they ...
