Raked Over

I'm beginning to think my blog is cursed. I write about Phyllis Whitney, and a month later she dies. I write about how much I like the Rake magazine, and a month later it suspends publication.

Citing declining ad revenue, the quirky, writing-driven monthly called it quits today. The owners hadn't turned a profit in a couple of years and they couldn't see a change for the better in the current market for advertising dollars.

They say it will continue as a website (and it's a nice website) but basically without new original content, just restaurant and entertainment listings. Oh yeah -- and blogs. Guess those are original content.