Very exciting to note how different are the prose styles of Alex Ross and Sasha Frere-Jones between their respective websites and their New Yorker writing. To wit, in spite of the last decade's liberated NYer editing, you still can't use the phrase "supa tite" in that magazine.

The direct, online writing is less edited, more spontaneous. You don't see the elegant, extended narrative structure that universally underlies a New Yorker article; you do see everything the web is good at. These guys get it; they step down from the podium of Circulation and join the circle of chairs. They're not afraid to link, they're not afraid to posit and update thoughts of an afternoon.

Says Sasha, in reference to a conference-on-the-mound (re: "writerly" lyrics) that's got him all hot + bothered:

Here's where blogs not paying really interferes, because the questions deserve not my snarky gasface but surgically careful, meat-locker cold parsings. This is, like, a book and shit.

It's the future, folks.

ALSO: he's very right about PJ.