I'm both sad and somewhat relieved to say that Wet Asphalt is no longer a literary magazine published like a blog, or a literary blogazine. That idea was a good one, even an excellent one, but without much more time and money than I have at my disposal it was never able to be what what we wanted it to be. With my compatriot Quackenbush's contributions dwindling to nil and submissions at barely a trickle, the site increasingly became my own personal blog, which was unfortunate because I already had a personal blog. To complicate things, I increasingly have more and more venues to place reviews and literary essays (ironically, thanks mostly to this site), which has made it harder to decide what I should publish here and what I should save for other places. Also other projects, not to mention my various day-job commitments, continue to take up my time.
The conclusion I ultimately came to was that it only made sense to consolidate my efforts. Wet Asphalt is now my personal blog in name as well as practice. JF Quackenbush is welcome to use it as his personal blog as well. It will still have the kind of link lists and commentary it's had for the last few months, but it will also have personal musings and non-literary content previously reserved for EricRosenfield.com. It will no longer have my essays and reviews (except for very short form and/or personal rambling sorts of reviews), though if possible I will link to where those have been published on other sites. The result will be that this site will be updated much more frequently.
EricRosenfield.com will turn into a portal, with recent Wet Asphalt and Literate Machine posts, my Del.icio.us tags, and so on.
My Live Journal will go dark. I wasn't using it much anyway.
Wet Asphalt is dead. Long live Wet Asphalt.