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Back at Gridskipper

Yep, it's true. I'm once again editing Gridskipper, Gawker Media's urban travel blog. Previous editor Joshua Stein was gutted, boned, and jointed, and right now his meaty shanks adorn the smokehouse. He should be seasoned good for jerky coming summertime. Gonna put down hickory chips to bring out his natural flavors. By which I mean, he's now going to work some kind of city-metro beat at Gawker, and good luck to him. If you got something say about cities and the going to of same, let me know.

My Top 10 @ Valleywag

Done with guesting at Valleywag, which was certainly a change of pace. That's a very tough beat to work, especially with Nick Denton's emphasis on hardcore tech biz news that is often impossible to access or opaque to interpretation for those outside the industry's medium-inner circles. Still nobody hired as permanent editor, so if you're interested, talk to the man.

I, of course, focused on the tawdry. Per the same list for Gawker, here's my ten most-read posts on Valleywag. No real surprises -- sex and Second Life were fan favorites (I'm excluding the Vlog Hot poll or anything I collaborated on or edited for someone else). Only real surprise was a ho-hum story on a former postmaster getting eased out as an exec at Netflix, which got widely linked by fansites dedicated to the U.S. Postal Service. I wish I was kidding. Anway, the list:

Sex shopping in Second Life

Flickr snafu slings porn

HOWTO: Achieve blog nirvana

Genitals, guns, and merchandise in Second Life

George Lucas to Digg: "I am your father"

How much sex in Second Life?

What is Yahoo Pipes?

Postman not ringing twice

A tour of Second Life's big empty

Plague of microcells agitates microwaved masses

Attention, Hell-Mart Shoppers

You know, I like Cormac McCarthy as much as anybody, but:

The world soon to be largely populated by men who would eat your children in front of your eyes and the cities themselves held by cores of blackened looters who tunneled among the ruins and crawled from the rubble white of tooth and eye and carrying charred and anonymous tins of food in nylon nets like shoppers in the commissaries of hell.

Dude needs to relax.