Monday, April 4, 2011

What Happened to my Newspaper?

I woke up this morning, put the coffee on, and like every morning for the last 20 years, went outside to get the newspaper.  Alas, there was no paper to be found.  Of course it might have something to do with the unpaid renewal bill still sitting here on my desk.  For $183.  For another year of the Raleigh News & Observer.  Let me look at it again; yes, my subscription expired a week ago.  No doubt my carrier was hoping I’d get around to paying it and gave me a week’s grace.

But I am not going to pay it.  In fact, I decided not to renew it months ago.  Now, don’t get me wrong, I enjoy the ritual of sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee and the paper.  Tangible news.  Well tangible newsprint anyway.  It’s a comfortable ritual and it used to be the very first thing I did in the morning.  But in recent years, its become the second.  These days, the first thing I do is, well, read the news…on the internet.  Okay I confess, email first, then news.

Sure, reading news articles on the internet takes a little getting used to.  But just like the printed newspaper, most articles are not very long.  I used to print out long articles from the internet and read them on paper.  And, I still do that occasionally – a recent New York Times Magazine cover story comes to mind.  But over time, I have come to read longer and longer articles online.

Now, we all know newspapers are in trouble.  Their problems are real:  An outdated business model, diminished advertising, and falling subscriber base.  But, I have long resented paying for the newspaper.  For me, it is a quality issue.  They just do not do a very good job.  Simple as that.  And objective journalism is an oxymoron.  The only people in the world who do not recognize this fact seem to be the so-called journalists themselves.  But I paid anyway.  I wanted to know what the heck was going on, and regardless of what I thought about their competence or fairness, they were able to inform me who won the election yesterday.

But I no longer need them for that.  Consequently, I no longer feel compelled to give money to the undeserving.
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