Valuing News By The Pound

The struggling company has looked at the column inches of news produced by each reporter, and by each paper’s news staff. Finding wide variation, they said, they have concluded that it could do without a large number of news employees and not lose much content.

As hard as economic times are for TV, they’re worse for newspapers and other print outlets.

So, what do you do to get the bottom line up? I don’t know, but I suspect it isn’t this. Here’s a story from The International Herald Tribune. Michaels is Randy Michaels, CEO of the Tribune Corporation, now owned by Sam Zell, and heavily in debt.

…the struggling company has looked at the column inches of news produced by each reporter, and by each paper’s news staff. Finding wide variation, they said, they have concluded that it could do without a large number of news employees and not lose much content.

Michaels said that, after measuring journalists’ output, “when you get into the individuals, you find out that you can eliminate a fair number of people while eliminating not very much content.” He added that he understood that some reporting jobs naturally produce less output than others.

He said that The Los Angeles Times produced 51 pages of news for each journalist there, while the figure for two other Tribune papers, The Baltimore Sun and The Hartford Courant, is more than 300 pages.

Michaels had been CEO of Clear Channel Communications. When he left there, Radio Ink reported:

…industry message boards were swollen with vitriolic postings vilifying both him and Clear Channel. Various diatribes claimed that Michaels was everything from “the antichrist of Radio” to “a blight on professionalism” to “representative of the heinous crimes perpetrated by Clear Channel.”

Today, it seems Michaels is valuing content the way a butcher values meat – by the pound. But in the real world content is not equal word-for-word. You would hope some of the LA Times lower word count has to do with the depth its stories contain.

It will be sad to see newspapers disappear. I’m afraid that’s going to happen… and sooner, rather than later.

Right now, TV is incapable of providing the depth and story count papers do (though TV kills print in immediacy, emotion and a number of other categories). Few of the Internet news sites really produce their own content, and those that do seldom produce local news.

My daughter and her generation don’t read many newspapers nor do they watch much TV news. No one has yet figured out how to make traditional news more attractive to them.

It’s all very sad.

Dentistry And Me

If God is good, Steffie will inherit Helaine’s teeth and not mine. I’m not sure where else there is to work in my mouth. My fillings must have fillings by now.

A few months ago I had a root canal performed. Now comes the next stage – a crown.

I’m not sure why, but I made an ‘early’ morning appointment. OK, 10:30 AM is only early morning for me!

I like my dentist. There’s really no way for me to judge his work. I hope he’s good at it. I sense he is because he’s smart, methodical and organized.

Really, the only way to know is if another dentist says, “don’t go there anymore.” I speak from real world experience in this regard, because it happened to me.

I had become friendly with a dentist and started having lunch with him and his friends – all dentists. One day at lunch one of them took me aside. He knew who I had been seeing (not my friend by the way). He said I should never return to that office again… that the dentist was a “butcher.”

Yikes! That was one scary conversation. But I wouldn’t have known had I not been tipped off.

I figured today’s procedure would be simple. Take a mold. Make a crown. Then I looked down. In the dentist’s hand was a syringe. I was about to get shot.

Maybe it’s my experience, or maybe the doctor’s skill, or where in the mouth it went, but the shot wasn’t that bad. Sure, no one likes to have part of their mouth temporarily paralyzed, but I’ll put up with it. What choice did I have?

This is but half the battle. I only have a temporary crown. Next time it’s the real deal.

Soupy Sales was right. Be true to your teeth or they’ll be false to you.