College has been a heavenly vacation from the bleak reality that Exeter introduced me to. It's a reality in which shyness is considered a treatable disease; in which knowledge is no match for lung capacity; and in which breaking the mold is only acceptable if you make enough money doing so.
A lot of people are sitting on fascinating stories about the places where they work, where they live, what's happening in their lives. This is what journalists, what journalism, are supposed to be concerned with.
I find that now that the election is over, it's the first time I want to talk about it. I realize now that while I thought I was avoiding politics because it was a theater, there was also another reason.
When the age of Mencken passed, many felt that the column would be followed by nothing but news. But today, given the millions of words of columns, billions of blogs and tweets, opinion is riding high.
Newspapers seem to be clinging to blandness as a viable business model in an exciting new world of opinions available to their potential customers -- to their detriment. And then they wonder why they're failing.