Closing Claim on a Tired and Good Thing
During certain moments of the conference I felt as if I’d been invited to a tryout for the NBA and then told, “hey kid, you got some talent and we’d love to give you a shot, but there may not be any basketball next year.” The prospects for being a good science writer and finding steady employ were so gloomy and yet there I was in a room with some of my heroes, studying them, blogging about them...hoping.
Following the conference I was virtually blogged out and hurried to LAX for a flight to my childhood home in Colorado for some long overdue family time.
The house was mostly the same, a neighbor had moved away and the place was a bit tidier than when boisterous adolescence used to swirl through. There was also a more subtle change as, ‘The Wall Street Journal’ and ‘The Christian Science Monitor’ had been added to the kitchen table. My mother had subscribed to them ever since the two local papers had changed hands, shuffled personnel and their quality unpalatably eviscerated.
My childhood manse does not have high-speed internet, I’m posting this last reflective blog via the power of an AOL dial-up connection that was a fascinating novelty a decade ago and without which it is unlikely that the massive expansion of high-speed internet into the consumer marketplace would have occurred.
I don’t think my mother would ever upgrade to high-speed internet in order to read the news online. She was annoyed at the dearth of local quality and had to acquire out-of-town papers primarily because the local papers had ceased to be local and she wanted to be able to read well-written articles.
Being home, I also remembered how my life had progressed to allow for the privilege of blogging in a room full of science writing luminaries. Before the internet came to a neighborhood near you, my mother would clip out articles from the paper and give them to me in the morning. Many were science articles—the work of paleontologists with a Colorado slant.
The articles were local in the sense that a newspaper should be and good science writing in that they affected my nubile imagination when it was fertile and sent me off on intellectual tangents to bookstores. One may think of this as ‘browsing’, I would read a great paleontology article in the paper and then go spend hours with a book on crocodiles.
Those science articles spawned my interest in science writing.
I’m not buying the death of newspapers because of the internet argument. I can buy the loss of advertising revenue to google, which then makes the business-minded chaps at papers engage in creative cost-cutting and ruin a good paper. That I buy, but not that the amazing technological features of the online experience are making the newspaper obsolete.
What Tom Siegfried was howling for the entire conference is correct. None of what has been discussed matters without smart journalists doing good, analytic work and online gimmickry distracts from this.
Personally speaking, I’m more than happy to limit my internet speed and read two or more papers a day as long as those papers are good and well-written, which brings me to something interesting now that I can no longer do quick factoid research without high-speed. I wonder if there is a connection between people who subscribe to 2 or more papers a day and limited to no internet use? There will obviously be demographic qualifiers like that older people read newspapers more and are not as tech savvy etc...but I think something else would be discovered as well. People who read two or more papers a day do not need the internet in the ways others have come to depend on it. They are connected to their neighborhoods by following the local beats so they will not feel a need to create a sense of community with an online social network. They can read the results and analysis of the previous day’s sports and feel the commensurate emotions rather than being deluged by any desired statistic. Think of what a strange thing fantasy sports leagues really are compared to the experience of being invested in local sports coverage.
Granted this exercise into the Luddite ways of the early 90’s will not last once I am back in the graduate school grind, but I will be conscious of distracted online learning and point-and-click politics...all the conveniences of the internet that reduces the quality of journalism.
What a newspaper provides is concentration. The internet certainly lends towards exploration, but it can be so ill-focused (Britney Spears—caveman spear—Clan of the Caveman—Porn) that it can be distraction rather than curiosity.
Journalism is bleeding, but returning to Colorado and its slower pace of life that has always led me towards something thoughtful made me realize that the answers to the quandaries the conference presented do not exist in the future, but in the recent past.
