We can only imagine what a heartbreaking and exhausting week it’s been for you...– A letter, accompanying several boxes of pizza, sent by staffers at the CHICAGO TRIBUNE to their friends at the Boston Globe. As the folks at the Globe said, classy to the core. (via Romenesko) Pizza, the universal language of journalism. Nice work, Trib.
Let Me Live Long, But Don't You Dare Call Me Old :... →
As I was reading this column about the use of “elderly” and how to refer to people of a certain age, two things came to mind: » A few years ago at my former paper, I was both amused and horrified when one of our 20-something reporters referred in a story to a 54-year-old woman as “elderly.” After some guffawing on the copy desk and a note to the reporter, I changed...
Music hasn’t meant much to me for a long time. I own zero CDs and just a few dozen MP3s, most of which I downloaded years ago and none of which I listen to. A bit of Pandora a few days a week, mostly as background music as I get ready for bed, is plenty. So I was stunned the other night to hear some live music that left me wanting more. An even bigger shock: It was classical, Brahams to...