Salon seems like such a part of my life, I can't imagine not having that window on the world. Thank goodness you guys survived, your sanity and humor help make the medicine go down. You've helped subdue my fits of political teeth gnashing by speaking up about issues that I care deeply about. I look forward to Salon forever or until senility rules out reading. Possibly in the future Salon will be rightly recognized as an antidote to brain cell atrophy. Loved your article and love your magazine.

Congratulations

I grew up reading Salon, if you can fathom that. I came to Salon in about 1998 when I was still in high school, and have read it on a near-daily basis since then. When I look at the picture of stodgy Bay Area journalists that started the site, I marvel at how your publicaiton attracted me, a white trash, 17-year-old from the prairie.

The earliest piece I distinctly remember reading was "Death in Ghana", a Wanderlust inspiration.

I was a journalist then, as I am now, editting my high school newspaper. I went to college, got a journalism degree, interned for a daily newspaper in Ghana, moved back to the U.S., changed residences 9 times in 6 years, and now have my first paid job at a twice-weekly community newspaper in a small town outside of Salt Lake City.

Without equivocation or exaggeration, I can say that I've more or less been on an eight-year quest to join your staff. The last decade of my life has been preparation for a career in journalism generally, but try to fathom the hero worship that someone such as myself might have for a publication that guided him through every step of his journalism training, inspired him to form an irreverant politcal voice, and nourished me with the insight and commentary any member of this democracy needs.

I am who I am because of Salon.com

I thank you like a son thanks a mother.

My resume and clips will come to you someday when I feel I'm worthy of your attention. Here's to another 10 years that, with any luck, I will be a part of.

I regret that I missed the first half of Salon's life. I only discovered it shortly before it went to the subscription model. I ended up subscribing because the site ran so many articles every day that I wanted to read.

At first, I was in disbelief that the torrent of great news, commentary, and comics could continue day after day, thinking perhaps I'd just happened upon the site when it was going through a brief period of accidental greatness. I just couldn't believe there could be such a site out there. I've subscribed to a great many magazines over the years, and none had as much great content in a given month as Salon. It just didn't seem possible.

But as the weeks flew by and I realized that, indeed, Salon's great articles and features hadn't stopped coming, and as I came to recognize the towering talent of the staff, I had to support the site directly. So when the opportunity to join came along, I readily paid for a subscription.

Now, nearly half a dozen years after discovering it, Salon remains the highlight of my every weekday. Heather Havrilesky, Tom Tomorrow, and Rebecca Traister start my week with their brilliant insights into art, politics, and current events. Stephanie Zacharek ends my week with excellent criticism of the latest offerings for the silver screen. In between, I'm treated to the brilliance of Keef, Ruben Bolling, Ayelet Waldman, Sidney Blumenthal, and the rest of Salon's great writers. And it's worth mentioning that every single day, Tim Grieve manages to find and comment cogently upon every important story in politics.

Thank you, Salon, for providing a unique place on the web, where stories about big boobies play next to stories of high crimes; where snarkiness is always welcome; and where I know I can always turn for lovingly crafted stories.

To Salon, the place for everything worth reading about: may your electrons never go dark.

Thank you for great information and for great entertainment. Where else could an article contain a quote such as "... in those glorious days when AOL could merge with mighty Time-Warner on equal terms, like a flea in a miniskirt humping a half-conscious blue whale" that can make me choke on my coffee with glee and yet seriously capture a time and place?