I try to keep up, but I am struggling with the lingo in snowboarding and journalism. I am not going to gripe that my first skis were solid wood, that “bumps” used to be moguls or that “halfpipe” makes me think of “Don’t Bogart that joint.” But I am having trouble this Winter Olympics with …
Daily newspapers are the Quasimodos of public discourse — imperfect outcasts in smudged clothes, big-hearted bell ringers heaved in the dust, whipped in the town plaza and missed when not heard. Maybe they should survive just because they are so goofy. They search the horizon for new business models while really knowing no other way …
