Tammy Chase: They came for me

“It was Tammy Chase’s job to make layoffs at Sun-Times Media Group sound good. But now the company can’t afford that, either [and]… She’s been laid off.”

That brought this poem to mind:

They came first for the Communists,
and I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t a Communist.

Then they came for the trade unionists,
and I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t a trade unionist.

Then they came for the Jews,
and I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t a Jew.

Then they came for me
and by that time no one was left to speak up.


Setting us up for the big fall?

Or “The first ten are free.”

A Newspaper Pay Wall Goes Up — and So Do Visitor Numbers — “Visitors can read 10 “local” articles per month free-of-charge, but after that, they need to pay up.

First they get us hooked, then they take it away? There’s a name for people like that.



It seems appropriate, since newspapers line birdcages

Just discovered the Journalistics blog. Very cool.

This caught my eye:

Top 25 U.S. Newspapers Ranked by Twitter Followers.”

Can’t you just picture the old-timey newsman, “Press” badge visible in the lining of his fedora, texting the latest bit of info in 140 characters or less?

'Dammit, lost my wifi connection!"



Friday FCC funnies

Courtesy Jimmy Kimmel:


So who is “the sleaziest man in sports”?

One of my favorite podcasts is Slate’s Hang Up and Listen. Maybe because there’s no shouting and no “Brian from Bridgetown, you’re on the air.”

One of the topics in this week’s edition was the latest Favre selfishness: did he or did he not inappropriately send messages (text and voicemail) to Jenn Sterger, attention-seeker de semaine? I don’t know Ms. Sterger’s body of work, but every story seems to be accompanied by a photo (or slideshow of photos) of her in as little attire as the editorial rules of each outlet allows, so I’m just guessing she’s not a panelist on Meet the Press. (In fact, she was (still is?) a “sideline reporter” and contributor to the Sports Illustrated website.)

The conversation on the show laid most of the blame — if that’s the correct word — on Deadspin, the “let’s skewer the athletes” website — for flaunting all established rules of journalism when it comes to attribution. In it’s rush to release the story, did the website have the right to use her name as the source when she was still deciding if she wanted to do so? The question, then: is it Favre or the Deadspin reporter or editor who made the decision to publish the sleaziest?

I don’t care what you call me, just don’t call me late for dinner

Another time-honored tradition gone down the tubes.

“The Associated Press has changed how it is asking its reporters to refer to themselves in their articles…”

The story reminded me of the comedian (and I use the term charitably), Bill Saluga, a “one-shtick-wonder.” This was his claim to fame:


A call for honesty in publicity editing of reviews

We’ve all heard stories about how movie companies pick out just a few words from review that seem to lavishly praise their films (God bless the ellipse). In that light, I saw this post on Ron Kaplan’s Baseball Bookshelf regarding the selective use of reviews when it comes to promoting your product, in this case the new Mantle biography by Jane Leavy. Seems the review said one thing and the publisher’s pub dept. choose to truncate the qualifying phrases just enough to make an 1990 novel by Leavy seem like the greatest thing since sliced light bulbs.

Look, we all know that the job of the publicity people is to put the best face on the authors and the books, and certainly you can’t count on someone to do the legwork to refute your claims, but come on, people, have some self-respect. If the book is good, it’s good. I find most of my reading comes from word of mouth anyway. Even if I read a bad review, nine times out of tell I’ll read the book anyway if it’s about a subject or from  author author I like.



  • A reluctant welcome

    It’s no secret what’s going on the field of print journalism. It’s going into the crapper. I wonder if Mr. Internet realized this would happen when he invented the World Wide Web. Regardless, the situation is here and we’re stuck with it. The purpose of this blog is to blow off a little steam, and I invite my fellow ink-stained wretches to join in with their own tales of woe or triumph. Maybe this will turn into a nice little support network. Questions? Suggestions? E-mail me at worriedjournalist(at) gmail(dot)com.
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