If anyone happened to miss it, I would highly recommend checking out the “Memos to Hollywood” article in yesterday’s (Sunday’s) New York Times.  It’s the front page of the Summer Movies section of the Arts & Leisure section. You can find it here if you don’t have a print copy.

The last sentence of the previous paragraph contains within it the seeds of a debate (or at least a few questions) that’s been on my mind of late.  My roommates and I recently invested in “the weekender” New York Times subscription.  Our rationale for doing so despite attempts to be eco-conscious and the reality of being poor, cheap graduate students/young careerists, was that there is something very “adult”, very “real person” about the tactile experience of reading a newspaper.  This was combined with a part-nostalgic, part-crotchety anti-change generational moment: “We’ll be one of the last generations to remember life with newspapers,” we said to ourselves.

Is there any merit to any of this?  All of this?  None of this?  Are print news media really a thing of the past or will they just take on a new role in the all-you-can-eat information buffet of today?  Is there any merit to the argument that there is something irreplaceable, irreducible, in the tactile experience of reading a printed newspaper or is this kind of thing just the wistful musing of a few like-minded 20-somethings caught between their irretrievable youth and their not-yet-formed adulthood?  Why are there so many hyphens in this post?

Semper Saladis.