Much has been made of late about the “Death of the Newspaper”. These articles– like this one from time– never use those scare quotes; their use is implied. What has never, to me, been sufficiently explained is: why I care if the newspapers die.
I don’t. The basic problem (for the newspapers) is that I’ve got a magic box on my desk from which I can: Chat with my friends, Order books, Buy Other Stuff, Watch movies, Listen to music, Surf for Porn, and Make grammatical Mistakes like Capitalizing improperly.
In addition to sitting on my desk, the box comes in convenient “lap” and “phone” size.
The claim that quality punditry can only come from new newspaper is so laughable that not even the Dead Tree’s most ardent defenders are making it.
Local news, I’m told. There are no qualitylocalnews outlets. This is demonstrably false.
Newspapers aren’t timely: they take up to 24 whole hours to report on basic things like traffic, fires, earthquakes, and other events. And if your local newspaper decides not to cover the world’s largest pillow fight, it’s pretty useless.