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I first became aware of the existence of Hank Steuver when I stumbled into a session he led at the 1999 National Writers' Workshop in Atlanta. I'd never read a word he had written up to that point, but I walked out of there a diehard fan. At the time, IIRC, he was writing for the Austin American-Statesman in Texas; soon thereafter, he joined The Washington Post's Style section, which is the most appropriate venue in American newspaperdom for him, if in fact there is an appropriate venue in newspaperdom for him, which I wonder about.
Asked, as other Post staffers have been, to write a critique of the Post, he went all meta and critiqued the act of critiquing newspapers. If you ever think I might have gone and swallowed way too much Kool-Aid over this whole open-source journalism/Very Local Journalism/Town Square thing, please know that I'm also reading things like this Steuver piece as a bracing tonic to keep from going off the deep end. Also? It's funny, particularly the ending, and it's not very long, so even you have time to read it.
