Brian Smith (No, not that one)
1/20/2016 11:51 AM
I'll mourn the death of news that has been collected, contemplated, written, re-written, re-written again, edited, edited again and edited one more time. That had a dozen people with different sets of eyes, minds, experiences, sets of knowledge and biases all working to make it the best it could be.
There was something almost religious about the process of sifting and buffing information until it was ready to be consumed, free from immediate passions or cliche.
There's more great writing now than there has ever been. I truly believe that. It's just unsorted, unedited and rushed. We're losing something. I don't know what it leads to. We'll probably be just fine, if not a more impatient, less thoughtful bunch. But sometimes I'm not sure about that.
I just know I'll miss the daily newspaper — and not for nostalgia's sake. I'll miss the feeling that I digested a little compendium of history every day and that that knowledge would build until it was something more important.
When left to my own mouse and erratic pinball mind, I'll never find it all, all that information I took in when I'd buy a Detroit Free Press or Chicago Tribune or Wall Street Journal or New York Times or Washington Post or Toledo Blade as a kid. I'll never discipline myself to read about Asia or Africa or some small bit of information that will later serendipitously be wonderfully useful or even vital.
I understand they are not viable. I understand that the concept of gatekeeping is smarmy and paternal and seemingly anachronistic when dealing with something that's supposed to be so freeing and light-shining as information, but we're jumping into an ocean of information and we don't know how deep it is or what kind of creatures live below the surface yet.
Last Edited: 1/20/2016 11:55:26 AM by Brian Smith (No, not that one)