Monday, December 1, 2008

"...then found that is related to Sports field”

The Baltimore Sun's John McIntyre reads Maureen Dowd so we don't have to:

Maureen Dowd of The New York Times has discovered, somewhat belatedly, the outsourcing of journalism to offshore (read: cheaper) operations.

In particular, she describes in a column one James McPherson’s coverage of events in Pasadena, Calif., from Mysore City, India. Mr. McPherson’s epiphany was that he could produce Pasadena Now and not only eliminate those tiresome and slow-moving editors with their quibbles about factual accuracy and clarity, but also the reporters and their princely wages of $600-$800 a week.

He’s as proud as if he had invented the sweatshop himself: “I pay per piece, just the way it was in the garment business. A thousand words pays $7.50.”

One barely knows what to say, so we'll leave the last word to McIntyre:

It is a singular achievement for American newspaper journalism: to have transcended satire. Nothing in Evelyn Waugh’s classic Scoop can rival what American publishers and publishing executives are doing seriously.

It was once thought that some publishers displayed their contempt for the public by publishing trash — celebrity gossip, scandal, grotesquely slanted news stories to benefit a political party or cause — the kind of twaddle in the London tabloids that Waugh so adroitly mocked. Now, contempt manifests itself in an apparent lack of any concern for providing anything that anyone would want to read.

Given the current hectic pace at which newspapers are diminishing themselves, they will soon shed those annoying readers as thoroughly as Pasadena Now dropped those redundant reporters.

(The title of this post refers to the aha! moment of the Indian reporter when she found that the Rose Bowl has nothing to do with food.)

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