I'm a writer at heart, so this is one of the places I write. It's where I store my ideas, observations, interests. This is my personal reflective journal on a range of topics. I'm told journaling is good for the soul. I hope so. And since there's nothing quite as powerful as an idea, maybe a few of those will manifest themselves in my writing. Thank you for reading and always feel free to post a comment.
I surely hope not. I don't want to have my heart set on working for a newspaper only to find out there's no paper involved. Sure, maybe some rainforests would do better if print dropped off the map, but there's something refreshing about being able to turn the pages yourself.
I remember trying to read the Observer as a kid. It was way too big for me to hold, so I had to lay it on the ground.
I remember one day in third grade. My teacher asked us to name a section of the paper, and I, wanting to prove myself, said "Perspectives," which does indeed appear in the Observer, and she didn't believe me.
This got quite long, but that just proves my point. Thinking about print journalism makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside, but if I were to think about some people (not you or our class) not blogging anymore, I'd hardly wax nostalgic.
It all just seems to be moving. We can´t always stay in the same place. Nothing will ever take the place of the written word, and someone has to write it! Plus, the feeling of seeing your work in print is worth the workload.
I agree, Andrew. I remember the first time I saw my name in print. It was a good feeling. Not so much a feeling of arrogance, more a feeling of "It was so worth it to stay in the newsroom until 3 a.m. just to get this paper out!"
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I surely hope not. I don't want to have my heart set on working for a newspaper only to find out there's no paper involved. Sure, maybe some rainforests would do better if print dropped off the map, but there's something refreshing about being able to turn the pages yourself.
I remember trying to read the Observer as a kid. It was way too big for me to hold, so I had to lay it on the ground.
I remember one day in third grade. My teacher asked us to name a section of the paper, and I, wanting to prove myself, said "Perspectives," which does indeed appear in the Observer, and she didn't believe me.
This got quite long, but that just proves my point. Thinking about print journalism makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside, but if I were to think about some people (not you or our class) not blogging anymore, I'd hardly wax nostalgic.
It all just seems to be moving. We can´t always stay in the same place. Nothing will ever take the place of the written word, and someone has to write it! Plus, the feeling of seeing your work in print is worth the workload.
I agree, Andrew. I remember the first time I saw my name in print. It was a good feeling. Not so much a feeling of arrogance, more a feeling of "It was so worth it to stay in the newsroom until 3 a.m. just to get this paper out!"
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