{"id":299,"date":"2003-11-13T09:54:27","date_gmt":"2003-11-13T09:54:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/tommangan.net\/printsthechaff\/?p=299"},"modified":"2003-11-13T09:54:27","modified_gmt":"2003-11-13T09:54:27","slug":"rip-at-the-chronicle","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/tommangan.net\/printsthechaff\/2003\/11\/rip-at-the-chronicle\/","title":{"rendered":"Rip at the Chronicle"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.riprense.com\/\">Veteran L.A. newsman Rip Rense <\/a>describes his visit to the San Francisco Chronicle, which, let&#8217;s be clear, is probably weirder than most newspapers because it&#8217;s in San Francisco.<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>  Speaking of dark rooms, there were no more darkrooms. Right&#8212;no soup, no photographic paper, no clothespins on wires, no red lights, no chemical odors, no percussion of big camera lenses bouncing off photogs&#8217; belts as they come back from assignment. Know what a newspaper photo department looks like nowadays, folks? Here&#8217;s a hint: it looks a whole lot like. . .every other part of the newspaper. You guessed it: desks and computers and silent people staring into them, their fingers going clickety clickety. The photogs and photo editors do everything digitally, on-screen. No more developing film, printing pics, cropping pics, physically carrying them to news editors, putting them in library &#8220;morgues.&#8221;<br \/>\n<BR><BR>     Obsolete as restraint.<br \/>\n<BR><BR>   I&#8217;m sorry, but when I think of newspapers, I just can&#8217;t make the Chronicle&#8212;or, to be fair, any other newsroom of a big-city paper&#8212;fit the word. Newspapers aren&#8217;t dim&#8212;they&#8217;re bright! Flash-bulb bright! That&#8217;s why the copy editors on the rim wore green eyeshades. (Of course, rims&#8212;curved copy desks&#8212;are long gone, too, replaced by the ubiquitous cubicle-cum-computer.) Low lights and quiet are a recipe for calm, and if there is one thing a newsroom should never be, it&#8217;s calm. Hell, get a couple of candles and a waiter, and the Chron would be a nice place to take a date.<br \/>\n<BR><BR>   No, newspapers are loud, rip-roaring (pardon the expression), raucous, chaotic, tumultuous, nutso collisions of humanity and idea! They are places where information runs head-on into heart and mind, and gets all twisted up in ink and paper and headlines and deadlines. They&#8217;re frenzied, messy rooms where you tear your hair out, or just lose it naturally. They&#8217;re homes to ulcer and tantrum, wit and prank, romance and divorce, good conversation and bad office politics. They&#8217;re salons, where sports guys talk to news guys (or gals), where editors yack with copyboys (or gals), where story ideas come from wisecracks about the morning headlines, and. . .<br \/>\n<BR><BR>          None of this can happen in places tyrannized by desks, cubicles, calm, and computer screens. At least, not nearly enough of it, I&#8217;ll wager.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Veteran L.A. newsman Rip Rense describes his visit to the San Francisco Chronicle, which, let&#8217;s be clear, is probably weirder than most newspapers because it&#8217;s in San Francisco. Speaking of dark rooms, there were no more darkrooms. Right&#8212;no soup, no&hellip;<\/p>\n<p class=\"more-link-p\"><a class=\"more-link\" href=\"https:\/\/tommangan.net\/printsthechaff\/2003\/11\/rip-at-the-chronicle\/\">Read more &rarr;<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[22],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/tommangan.net\/printsthechaff\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/299"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/tommangan.net\/printsthechaff\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/tommangan.net\/printsthechaff\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tommangan.net\/printsthechaff\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tommangan.net\/printsthechaff\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=299"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/tommangan.net\/printsthechaff\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/299\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/tommangan.net\/printsthechaff\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=299"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tommangan.net\/printsthechaff\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=299"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tommangan.net\/printsthechaff\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=299"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}