Follow the Sun...

They say everything can be replaced 
They say every distance is not near 
So I remember every face 
Of every man who put me here

I see my light come shining 
From the west down to the east 
Any day now, any day now 
I shall be released

They say every man needs protection 
They say that every man must fall 
Yet I swear I see my reflection 
Somewhere so high above this wall

Now yonder stands a man in this lonely crowd 
A man who swears he's not to blame 
All day long I hear him shouting so loud 
Just crying out that he was framed
-- Bob Dylan

Lucky me.  My light comes shining out of the east and travels throughout the day in a generally westerly direction.  Or are these notes like the illumination reflected off a cellblock wall?  No matter. 

Yesterday Dan Gillmor ("Librarian Heal Thyself") picked up Greg Hill's unflattering reference to his own work from the Fairbanks, Alaska News-Miner ("Farther-reaching, faster ignorance thanks to Web").  Joi Ito picked up Gillmor's reference ("Poor librarian immerses self in irony").   Leslie (Madame Levy) picked up Joi's reference ("DearDearyMe").  And this morning Greg's unfortunate observations regarding blogs and the Wikipedia return to North America with this posting (among others I'm sure). 

Alaska, California, Japan, France, Wisconsin...  the glitter ball keeps turning and the show goes on.