The story goes like this. Mark Twain was reading the paper one morning, smoking a cigar and running his fingers through that nappy white afro. When he reached the obituary section, he saw his picture. Immediately, he picked up the phone and called the editor to say, “Sir, the news of my demise has been greatly exaggerated.”
In a racy little commentary over at MediaPost, George Simpson has a few words to say about the brewing war between social media and mass media.Â
