I’m going to risk a bit more caffeine. The palpitations have slowed to only one or two every ten minutes. Well within acceptable levels.

2552 words in the bag and an hour and a half to go until breakfast. At this rate I may be bold and push for 4000 before sleep. We’ll see how it goes.

I keep distracting myself reading about Jann Wenner. I stumbled accross an article about him on Wikipedia earlier and from there was lead to half a dozen or so links, mainly profiles in which he justifies the dumbing down and corporatisation of Rolling Stone that began with issue two and continues to the piece of crap that pollutes the newsstands today.

I particularly enjoyed this Huffington Post piece where former National Lampoon editor Michael Simmons appeals to Wenner to rediscover his roots and jump ship to Arthur. It’s a great open letter, made all the more direct by the fact that Wenner also sometimes writes for the HuffPost.

It’s got me wondering though – where’s the Rolling Stone for this generation? Wired looked like a good bet for a while, but it only speaks to a subset of technology nerds and science rock stars, not the yoot at large. Vibe? Gawker? No and no. So where have the icons – the Rolling Stones, the Playboys, the Spys, the Private Eyes – gone?

Have we lost our mojo? I know I have… I’m listening to Virgin Radio, writing about a virtual world that I fear may be our generation’s version of the Hula Hoop.

Or it could change the world.

Whatever.