Meet the playful American poet Kenneth Goldsmith, who demonstrates how poetry is all around us -- you just need to open your eyes to it.
This transformation in the distribution of content is still at a relatively early stage, as the tools for corporations are only now coming into place. But it's obvious this wave will be massive and rapid.
One of the guys on my paper distribution route was a soft-spoken gray-haired guy with big black-framed eyeglasses. Politeness was a rare thing at a place like The Post, and this man always thanked me when I slapped the latest edition down on his desk.
We have seen the rise of a community known as the disgruntled commenter, the one who picks fights, hates the writing, never has anything nice (or productive) to say. But that's the price we pay and, well, I've come to realize it's a relatively small one.
How can media firms strategize, plan budgets, and decide where to allocate their resources effectively?
When I wrote five years ago that the San Jose Mercury News was in trouble, I had no idea what trouble was. The peril for the paper of Silicon Valley has certainly intensified since then.
We should be able to pay for the form we want it in, including how it is distributed. I would gladly pay to have a papergirl or boy deliver the paper on the right day in the right way, and I would tip for that privilege.
It's easy for a journalist to tweet snide remarks about PR people, but our symbiotic relationship should not be overlooked.
The Internet has long and glibly been cited as virtually the only reason for the sector's decline. But in fact, business reporters (they fear antagonizing their bosses) generally fail to note the huge and destructive impact (to journalism anyway) of public ownership.
I thought I was witnessing the end of an era, the death of an institution. It turned out that, 10 years ago, I actually was witnessing the end of an era while living through the formative stages of another.
I looked toward the source of the irritating sound. A woman, who was busy listening to something on her laptop, earphones clamped to her head, sat in the chair beside me. I hope she has a tissue, I thought. I hope she blows her nose.
1. I found lyrics to describe today's Middle East. "Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, Humpty Dumpty had a great fall. All the king's horses and all the kin...
For those of you who got a kick out of my first Nobody Gives a Damn, But... column, inspired by the great sportswriter Jimmy Cannon, I offer thanks. T...
The problem with the newspaper is that they continue to see themselves as a newspaper, either a print version, or an online version of the same. They are not.
The accomplishments of these women have largely been buried in file cabinets for decades, but are now being resurrected through our efforts to digitize the Valley Times collection. This month, a new Central Library exhibit was unveiled highlighting the remarkable women of the Valley Times.
Watching the film of his life, I was proud of the man on the screen and that second life he found. He was not quite the man I knew, but... I really did know, somehow, back then, that the man he would become was in there, getting ready for his "close up."