I spent a good portion of yesterday reading the Boston Sunday Globe.
I read a piece describing, with quotes from family members, the abusive relationship a doctor who recently shot and killed her husband endured.
I read about how global warming has already caused the mosquito to evolve.
I read about how injured and traumatized veterans who live in rural areas often have trouble finding adequate care.
I read about how many other Republican presidential candidates besides Mitt Romney have “flip-flopped” on the issues.
I read about the age divide in the French elections—overwhelmingly, young people are voting for Royal and older people are voting for Sarkozy.
I read about how illiteracy is on the rise in China, and how most linguists think English isn’t losing its “universal language” status anytime soon.
I read about the issues Arab-Americans have when traveling abroad, how more flight attendants are taking self-defense training, and a café in Denver where patrons pay whatever they can afford and think is reasonable.
I read about how in California, inmates sentenced to jail for minor crimes can pay to upgrade their prison cells, and I read about how schools in Texas are adopting random steroid testing.
I read about how kids who experienced the chemical explosion in Danvers last November are describing that night in words and pictures, and I read about how professors, in the aftermath of the Virginia Tech shooting, have to figure out where the line between creativity and disturbance is in violent student fiction.
I read about how, contrary to what Plato and others have been saying for millennia, our emotions are what make our thoughts possible.
I read about how learning how their energy use compares to their neighbors can cause people to lower their thermostats.
I read about two high school football players, one of whom came back from a stroke to have a successful season and the other of whom came back from major facial surgery.
And I read about the many movies coming out this summer.
It makes me so sad that people don’t read newspapers anymore. I have the Globe delivered and read it on the T on my way to work, and if, for some reason, I don’t read it, my day feels incomplete. My mom likes to end her Sundays in bed, propped up with pillows and reading the Globe. And that was a habit I picked up.
To me, reading a newspaper online just isn’t the same. I don’t really like TV news, particularly local news—they never focus on important stories, and most of the time they go for sensationalism. Around here, Channel 7 is a particular culprit—their headlines are all alliterated. It’s ridiculous. Random sampling of headlines from tonight: “Deadly Drive,” “Animal Attack,” “Hometown Hero,” and “Driven to Distraction.”
People my age, I think, tend to get their news from sites like cnn.com, or from The Daily Show (which I do like, but come on). But what it means is that newspapers can’t get advertisers and thus have to cut newsroom jobs. Sometimes entire departments are only one person. It’s getting harder and harder to get jobs in journalism, and I don’t see it getting better anytime soon.
But I’m sticking with my Globe. It’s a lot easier to read a newspaper on the T than a web site. I doubt I’ll ever have warm, fuzzy memories about curling up in bed to read the news on my computer. And waking up on a weekend, finding the paper outside the door, making yourself a hot chocolate and a bagel, and going out on the porch to lounge and read the news? Let me just say that if you’ve never had that experience, you don’t know what you’re missing.