I live in the DC area & get most of my news from the web & TV, thus am not a regular reader of the New York Times print edition (not a regular reader of NYT's web editions either, though some stories there get my attention from time to time). Anyway, it was August 22, 2007, around 2 PM in the afternoon, I got to Chinatown in DC to get on a bus to go to New York. The lady at the "office" for the bus, at a sparsely decorated small restaurant/maybe a carry out if I remember correctly, told me that the 2 PM bus won't be leaving DC 'till 3 PM. So I had an hour to kill. I went to the Chinatown Starbucks, bought some coffee, and a New York Times so that I'll have something to read for an hour. On the second floor of Chinatown Starbucks I sat next to a window, summer sun shinning, people & traffic & noise flowing below me. As I leisurely flipped through the Times issue, I found this article, about the premiere of Hannah Takes the Stairs, & Generation DIY series at IFC Center, written by Matt. Of course by this point in time, Matt, Hannah, Mumblecore, etc. were all people & things I knew about & had conversations about, & sometimes with, in the case of Matt - for at least a year or so on the web. Reading that article that summer day during an unplanned moment of waiting for a bus, and seeing a fast moving, multi-faceted web conversation frozen in one form on the pages of the Times, in an article written by Matt, evoked in me a feeling of being something like a time traveler; maybe the feeling of seeing an artifact from the distant past - my distant past, even though the article was about something that was happening that day. Perhaps newspapers are a nostalgic medium. For me the internet, or web articles & posts, specially at blogs where comments are allowed, is always a present medium; a thing where facts are open to interpretation and discussion and not fixed into an unchangeable form. The internet feels alive and in comparison, and this is not a bad thing in this case, just different, an article on a print newspaper feels like an impression of something that once lived but not the living thing itself. I enjoyed reading that New York Times print edition article by Matt on that summer day while waiting for the Chinatown bus. And now I look forward to reading Matt's future writings and or reading about Matt's future film work in blogs, on the web, in the comments enabled medium of the perpetual present.