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Last night, I had a very busy night on the desk working on the front page. We essentially ripped up the paper and started over at about 15 minutes past deadline for a big-deal late-breaking news story to get it above the fold on front for second edition.
Today, I got an email from the editor in chief complimenting our team on fast, smart desking. That was unexpected and felt really nice. Sometimes, that's all it takes to make me want to fight to the death for this contract to continue.
Daylights and Deadlines
There’s a newspaper needs to be made. But there are shelves full of books also; a springtime out there coming on smooth and slow; a back porch newly without snow; sunlight dripping from the bright blue sky and a quiet, profound as a black velvet backdrop, upon which can be heard: the sound of ice melting, flies, prairie dog bark, cat purr and a sky full of birds welcoming the warm.
I take a book from the shelf, shed socks and head outside. Feline company rolls madly on the solar soaked deck. A breeze comes by, gently chilled. A character calls out from the pages.
Inside, communiques continue to flash in -- one after the other. There’s a newspaper needs built. And build it, I will. After I watch this muddy road a bit. Watch the mountains purple-up in the day. See the bald eagles swoop down.
Taking in the news of the mesa.
There's only so much you can devote in any one day to reading. But you must read. That's why I feel I must read the newspapers first. Why? Because I really want to know what is going on. But I don't have more than one main paper that I can rely upon, and that is The Times. That is the paper of record and the paper of significance. It does the best job of any paper in the whole world of covering the world. And of covering the world of the artist, and of covering the world of the athlete, and of covering the world of the interior decorator, and the statesman, and the politician, and the politician that sends pictures of himself nude to some women who don't even know him. These worlds are reflected everyday by the writers and columnists, and shaped by editors who are top analyzers of the news.
Gay Talese on the New York Times, and how he reads.