Scared
Posted on Sunday, March 1st, 2009Because I work for a newspaper, I’m often asked the question. You know the question: What’s going to happen to the newspaper industry? As if I know. As if, at this point, anybody knows. Really, I’m no different than anyone else. I read the stories. I watch the news clips. I hear about the cutbacks and closures. And I wonder where it’s going to end.
This week’s national news coverage of the situation — the death of the Rocky Mountain News and the possibly terminal condition of the San Francisco Chronicle, along with some other depressing tidbits — seemed to bring the discussion to a whole new level, but did nothing to resolve the muddy picture of the future.
My own speculative opinions are barely worth the pixels used to display them, and they might very well change, just as they have already changed a dozen or two times, but as of today, here’s what I think: A year or two ago, even six months ago, a future without newspapers would have been a laughable concept, impossible to contemplate. Now it seems increasingly likely that we’re headed rather swiftly in that direction. That’s not to say all of the organizations behind today’s print media will cease to exist. In fact, I think many will survive and even thrive in some intriguing new ways. But it does seem that the papers we all grew up with, the traditional black-and-white-and-red-all-over printed newspaper, is racing irreversibly toward oblivion.
I can see the signs even from where I sit, in my office at a weekly newspaper that services a town of 3,800 people in a county of barely 9,000. I’m not the publisher. I’m not the money person or the circulation person or the advertising person. I’m just the news guy. But I see it. I see our community’s advertising base shrinking. I see our own column inches of ads drying up. I see our newsstand sales faltering and our subscriber base dwindling at a frightening rate. In fact, I see our subscriber base literally dying. We actually print the proof of it every week. It’s called our obituary page. Each week, we might have anywhere from one to ten obituaries in our paper. I used to tell people that every obituary they saw represented a canceled subscription, but in fact, it’s even worse than that, because many of those grandmas and grandpas purchased gift subscriptions for all of their kids and grandkids. When you do the math, every old-timer who dies might translate to two or three dead subscriptions. Last year, there was a woman who passed away who actually paid for seven subscriptions each year. After the dust had settled, six of those subscriptions were canceled and only one was renewed. Old people die. Young people are rejecting print media at a record rate. How long can you keep going like that?
It’s not as if my bosses have a lot of options, either.
We’ve all heard about the tremendous cuts in the newspaper industry, thousands and thousands of reporting jobs eliminated in the past twelve months. By one estimate, the American newspaper reporting force shrank by a whopping fifteen percent last year. We’ve also heard about other cost-saving measures, including the huge one taken in Detroit, where the Free Press and News have eliminated four days of home delivery. Our paper can’t make those kinds of choices. How do you reduce a staff of four people, two of whom are the owners themselves? How do you cut a newsroom that consists of one person? You can’t trim back on technology when you’re still generating type on ten-year-old computers and literally cutting-and-pasting it onto the page. And you can’t eliminate home delivery when you never had home delivery in the first place.
Looking at the industry as a whole, the most troubling thing I’ve read in the past few months was the summary of a study about where America gets its news. It seems the vast majority of news coverage in this country still originates in newspapers — the papers that nobody is reading or advertising in anymore. We’ve all heard so much about the growing blogosphere and how most people are getting their news online these days. But the information that we’re all reading online tends to be abridged versions of newspaper stories or commentary on those stories. Ditto cable TV news. How many reports on CNN or MSNBC or Fox News still begin with the words, “According to a story in today’s Washington Post (Or New York Times or Chicago Tribune or San Francisco Chronicle)?” It seems, then, that our society still demands that the print media provide its news, even as we’ve taken away the very tools they need to do it.
I really did not intend for this to be so gloomy, but it’s a fairly gloomy situation.
As anyone who has poked around this site at all can tell, I’m a fairly tech-savvy person. I embrace new technology. I use it and get enthused about it. But I also worry about the things we lose along the way.
In the end, I don’t think I really care if America reads the New York Times on newsprint or on their cell phones. If, as I suspect, we’re heading for a day when the dead-tree news media is dead and gone itself, and if those organizations are vibrantly and effectively covering the news online instead, so be it. My fear is for the media outlets that won’t survive that transition, that are being so hamstrung, so crippled, that they cannot make the shift. Some of these organizations are among the very best we have when it comes to deep, detailed, background-based, objective, enterprising, investigative reporting, and I see no good alternatives to having them around and healthy, no blog or news site or cable channel or Twitter poster or anything else coming up behind to take their place.
That is what scares me. It scares me a lot.
It Starts With A Click
Posted on Sunday, February 22nd, 2009Some people just use their Internet connection as a tool. They log on, find what they’re looking for as quickly as they can, read it or save it or print it out, and log off again.
While I’ve certainly done that on occasion, it’s not the way I normally operate, nor is it the way most of the people I know use the Internet. I’m more of a Web wanderer. I go snooping and poking and following link after link until I’m in so deep I can’t remember what I started looking for in the first place. You too? I thought so. I fact, that’s probably how you ended up here.
When I’m exploring the Web that way, I sometimes do it on my own and sometimes with the help of the well-known and extremely popular service called Stumble Upon, which lets you open an account, designate your various interests from a very lengthy list, and then just hit a “Stumble” button to take you from site to site to site. Along the way, you can give thumbs up or thumbs down to the places you visit, save your favorites, or e-mail the links to a friend. When I’m in one of those lazy, random, can’t-really-be-bothered-to-go-digging-around-on-my-own moods, it’s the perfect solution. Plus, it’s great fun.
As an example of how this works, and a really long way around to pointing you toward a fascinating book that I discovered, consider this:
The other day, I clicked my “Stumble” button and was taken to this site, a really quirky but fascinating blog that was apparently retired last year but whose owner is leaving everything in place in perpetuity to preserve the material and the links, like this one, that point there.
While browsing around The Nonist, I found this post , which naturally got me quite excited and had me drooling over the gorgeous photographs for the next twenty minutes or so.
Then, as you might expect, I wanted to know more about the person who took those marvelous pictures and put them into this book
so I went here and here and here and here, and a few other places, as well.
And then, of course, I found out that you can purchase this extremely expensive but utterly beautiful book (which, by the way, has an introduction by Umberto Eco) at many independent booksellers … and, naturally, at Amazon and Borders and Barnes and Noble and other retailers, too.
I don’t know about you, but I consider that a good day’s work, especially when you consider that all it took to get started was a single click of a single button — an inauspicious start for a very entertaining trip.
Save the Words
Posted on Sunday, February 8th, 2009You’re reading this page, so it’s safe to say you’re probably not an ordinary Internet user. By ordinary, I mean someone who logs on once, maybe twice a day to read some headlines, check out a few sports scores, catch up with your friends on Facebook and maybe glance at your cousin’s latest photos on Flickr.
I’m guessing you’re someone who spends a little more time online and digs a little deeper while you’re there, looking for information on a wider variety of subjects, probably a list of subjects that changes day by day. You like to venture a little closer to the edges of the Web. You look for things that are a little different, something you haven’t seen before.
You probably also like words.
It’s always possible I’ve pegged you wrong. Perhaps you clicked an incorrect link and stumbled in here while looking for the latest stock prices. If so, I apologize. If not, then have I got a site for you.
Save The Words is one of those simple but fascinating little places, those quirky little sites that are fun to visit once in a while, that make you shake your head and say, “Gee, what a weird idea” or “That’s cool” or even “I wish I’d thought of that.” Sometimes they have a point to make, sometimes they’re just there to entertain. They won’t change the world, but that’s seldom their goal. They tend to do one thing and one thing only, and they do it in a way that manages to baffle you or amuse you or make you smile or make you frown or make you call your significant other over to the monitor to take a look. They also tend to make you click your bookmark button so that you can come back again.
What Save the Words does is present you with a panoply of unusual, little known, often utterly forgotten words, ask you to “adopt” one of them, and then pledge to keep that word alive by using it in conversations, letters, presentations, e-mails, blog posts, whatever. That’s it. Simple. Straightforward. A little silly, perhaps, but also pretty interesting for those who appreciate the offbeat — and especially for those who also love language.
I haven’t adopted my own word yet. I’m being careful and cautious, wanting to choose precisely the right one. When I do make my decision, I’ll try my best to honor my pledge and slip it into a few future posts.
If you also decide to take pity on a poor, neglected word and welcome it into your home and heart, feel free to share it in the comments.
Why We Should All Go See Coraline
Posted on Friday, February 6th, 2009Coraline is now in theaters — okay, not in my faraway neck of the woods, but in most places. If you haven’t been convinced to see it by the great story or the pedigree of the creators, by the amazing reviews or the remarkable marketing campaign that’s played out across the airwaves and the Internet for the past several months, if you aren’t even convinced by the idea that you can go to the film’s website and do fun stuff like this

… if none of that has yet convinced you, maybe this will:
Talented people on the brink.
If
Posted on Sunday, February 1st, 2009If I was the kind of guy who believed in spending $320 on a fountain pen, or if I was even the kind of guy who had $320 to spend on a fountain pen, this would be the one I’d buy today.
The one they call Duofold Red, of course.
Even sitting there on my computer monitor, rendered in cold and unfeeling pixels, looking incredibly aloof and distant, a museum display under glass, I can tell there’s something about this pen. I can feel the warmth radiating from it. I can sense it wanting to be in my hand. I can hear it trying to call out to me, almost singing with promises of the stories it holds within, the stories it wants more than anything to tell.
Or maybe it’s just the allure of a fine-looking pen from a trusted dealer.
Either way, it’s a good thing I’m not one of those guys who believes in spending $320 on a fountain pen.
All A-twitter? Er … Not So Much
Posted on Friday, January 30th, 2009It had to happen sooner or later. I think I’ve finally found a corner of the social networking universe that I’ll never warm up to, no matter how hard I try.
Previously, I’ve written about my skepticism over things like social bookmarking, online news aggregators and Facebook — all of which eventually won me over, once I gave them a fair shot.
More recently, I’ve been trying to make friends with Twitter, but try as I might, I still don’t get it. Although I dearly want to join the rest of humanity and fall in love with Twitter, I simply can’t do it. In fact, I think it’s one of the most annoying things to hit the Internet since blinking banner ads.
I understand how big Twitter has become. I’ve read all the stories. I’ve seen the glowing, praise-filled posts. I’ve encountered the links and badges and widgets all over the Web. I stumble across the references each and every day. I know that Twitter, like some kind of digital-age Lassie, has become the constant friend of millions, and like Lassie has saved a few lives and even helped at least one person win freedom from foreign imprisonment.
But as awesome as Lassie might be, I don’t really want a collie sitting on my lap all day long.
Now, to be perfectly fair, I haven’t given Twitter a full, wholehearted trial. I signed up for an account and I started “following” a few folks, just to get a feel for how it really works. What I haven’t done is “tweeted” (that’s the term for posting or updating, in case you weren’t sure) very much myself, nor have I gone out and enlisted other people to “follow” me. It’s possible, just barely possible, that if I did that, if I really threw myself into it, I’d start to feel the love. But for now, I just don’t see the point of going any further than I already have.
In all honesty, I find myself getting really bored when I try to follow others’ Twitter activity. Even in the case of an author I admire, who is a dedicated (Twitterer? Tweeter? Twitter Head?), I simply can’t muster any enthusiasm for hearing from him five, six, seven times a day or more, especially when the news consists of things like “having coffee” or “going to eat lunch” or “looking at YouTube.” Occasionally, I discover something new — a link to an interesting Web site, a tip about something I missed on the news. From time to time there will be a tweet that makes me smile or even laugh out loud. The rest of the time it’s just … life, I suppose. Somebody else’s life, about as humdrum as mine.
Maybe if I participated a bit more, if I was responsive instead of just receptive, I’d be able to grasp the ongoing, free-flowing conversational appeal of it all, instead of feeling that each tweet was interrupting me to tell me something I didn’t need to know. But then I’d face the other problem — trying to find the time and inclination to carry on essentially endless conversations with five, ten or an entire horde of people, all doing things I don’t really care about at the same time that I’m busy doing things that probably bore them to tears.
Who does have the time for that, really? Aren’t we all supposed to be doing something more meaningful with our lives? Don’t we all have something better or more important to do than shooting basically empty sentence fragments around the ether sixteen hours every day? The more I think about those questions, the more concerned I get about the people who do enjoy Twitter. Maybe I’m just a cranky old fart … or maybe there’s really something wrong with them.
In a nutshell, I understand the theory of Twitter. I just don’t grasp it in practice. It’s probably the same problem that has prevented me from ever really embracing instant messaging. I’ve tried it, of course, but I much prefer e-mail or even chat rooms to those annoying little messenger windows that pop up and demand a response every time you’re trying to accomplish some real work. If I had a choice over how to be annoyed, I’d take a blinking banner ad assaulting me with its aggressive eye candy any day.
Because I’m open-minded, I’m suspectible to changing my opinion about Twitter. I’ll keep dabbling my toes in the water, and perhaps I’ll even get the courage to take a bigger leap into the deep end of the pool. I’m also willing to be persuaded by any convincing arguments that anyone would care to make. Until then, however, I remain unconvinced and sadly certain that this one particular phenomenon will simply be passing me by.
Graveyard Book Happiness
Posted on Monday, January 26th, 2009I was delighted when I heard this morning that Neil Gaiman’s The Graveyard Book had won the 2009 Newbery Medal.
Out of everything that I read in 2008, this book was among the best of the very best, and it deserves all the sales and acclaim it has received, up to and including the most prestigious honor in children’s literature.
I hasten to add, for those of you who are somehow unfamiliar with The Graveyard Book, that you should not be deterred by that phrase, “children’s literature.” The book is immensely enjoyable and rewarding no matter how young or old you might be, and I recommend it wholeheartedly.



