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May 01, 2008

Requiem: The Colorado Daily Oozes Into History

The story didn't even merit the front page.

"Colorado Daily to Move Into Camera's Building," read the headline in the April 24 Daily Camera. Prairie Mountain Publishing, which owns both papers, is selling off the Daily's building on east Pearl street and consolidating both staffs into the Camera building at 11th and Pearl streets.

Camera Publisher Al Manzi says that the move "allows us to realize some operation synergies that were not possible in their current location." Which means that the parent company will make some money off the real estate and that the Daily staff will take up a few of the many empty desks left in the Camera building.

The story followed by only two weeks the departure of Camera Editorial Page Editor Clint Talbott, who left for a position in the publications department at CU. This was a particularly rich irony, as anybody who has read local newspapers the last couple of decades well knows. Talbott had kept CU on his editorial hot seat during that time, roughly half with the Daily and half with the Camera, for the institution's haughty lack of transparency and basic fiscal irresponsibility, especially in the athletic department.

But I'm guessing that more just this reader laughed out loud remembering the days when Talbott was editor of the Daily and we had such fun mocking the Camera as Brand X Newspaper. The Daily's dissolution and Talbott's departure are significant, like tacking a big -30- at the end of the story of a distinct period of newspapering in Boulder.

More than a century old and for many decades the official campus newspaper, the Daily kept its offices on campus but split from CU under the leadership of Tim Lange beginning, I think, around 1971, and he led the paper, more or less, until he left Boulder for Los Angeles in 1985. The Daily didn't make a dime, but under Lange, it was an offbeat, gleefully pro-Sandinista, anti-Reagan newspaper. That era would be a great tale in itself.

The period of which I speak began in the 1980s and ended with the current decline in newsprint readership and revenues as newspapers migrate to the Internet. It was a spurt of growth responsible for USA Today and color weather pages and free-standing sections for business and celebrity gossip into your daily newspaper.

Boulder in the early 1980s was a two-newspaper town. The Camera was a powerhouse, profitable and bursting with staff writers. The features section was heavy with critics in full-time positions, the sports section the envy of every other small paper in the state. There was a Sunday features magazine. The comics pages could be read without magnification.

After Lange's departure in 1986, the Daily was reeling. Audience, its weekly arts and entertainment magazine (which had given me my first local writing gig), had been shuttered, and the Daily itself came dangerously close that summer to closing itself. Publisher Dennis Dube hired Talbott as editor, who in turn hired Paul Danish as layout editor and me as Means & Media editor/news copy editor.

As we assembled the first of many Back-to-School issues, we wondered aloud just what we would be covering and held our breath and waited for the students to return in August. Soon, our reporters were in the middle of student protests that turned violent over CIA recruitment on campus and, as they say, we were off.

Like all papers, the Daily moved into the computer age in the late 1980s. Our city coverage was enough that the sales staff was able to sell the paper as "your campus paper" to Hill businesses and "your alternative to the Camera" to businesses on Pearl Street.

Under Talbott, it was a great time to work at the Daily. We weren't bound by the family-newspaper constrictions of the Camera, revenues grew and we delighted in skewering our much larger competitor two blocks east of us whenever possible.

By the early 1990s the Daily faced more competition for ad dollars, first from the Onion and then the Boulder Weekly. Talbott moved to the Camera's op/ed pages. I didn't always agree with his opinions, but I appreciated his arguments and admired his spare, efficient prose.

The Daily was almost sunk by a felonious employee in the 1990s, but was bought by Randy Miller, who sold it to the Camera's owners last year. This spring it will be dissolved into the bowels of the Camera. Daily editors will claim autonomy, but it just won't be the same.

Perhaps it deserves no more than this, a fond memory on an old journalist's webblog. This is the way an era ends – not with a bang but a whimper.

P.S. Here's the view from the Means and Media editor's desk at the Colorado Daily offices at 9th and Pearl streets circa 1990. That's ace reporter Ron Baird on the left and Mike Sandrock in the center (I can still smell Hannah's hummus on his desk).

April 20, 2008

Fire in West Boulder

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Today was the annual 4/20 Pot Smoke-Out at Farrand Field. This year it got preempted by a real fire in West Boulder. Billie and I were running errands and driving around town when we ran into our old friends Charlie and Janice, who live at Fourth and Pearl streets. We parked and were catching up, when we began noticing the smell of smoke. It was about 2:30.

Somebody must be burning leaves, I thought, and looked to the west. Everybody thought that, too, but within just a couple of minutes, we saw puffs of smoke coming over the ridge of the Red Rocks foothill above Settler's Park. We had just driven east on Canyon, turned onto Pearl at Settler's Park and noticed nothing ten minutes earlier.

The puffs were becoming more intense, and soon smoke spread out over us heading east. I got out the iPhone and started taking pictures at 2:36. Though it is in the 70s, it has been a gusty, windy day. I was finally driven back home on a bike ride by heavy gusts in south Boulder earlier. You could see the gusts blowing the fire higher up toward the ridge.

I'm looking at Google Earth images of the area, and I'm guessing that the fire began in a huge grove of trees above Settler's Park and just a little east of the two buildings west of the park. Perhaps along one of the trails that go up to the Red Rocks formation from Settler's Park.

We moved to the corner of Fourth and Pearl, where we got a better view. The smoke became orange colored as the gusts continued. Finally, we could see flames at the foot of the pine trees at the top of the ridge east of the Red Rocks formations.

There are homes at the bottom of the east side of Red Rocks hill, and there is an old orchard-turned condos east of the Silver Lake Ditch, which winds around the east side of the hill.

It hasn't been ten minutes, but people are biking, walking and driving down Pearl Street. For every person leaving the area, there are cars, bikes and people heading toward the area. I'm guessing this is due to the ubiquity of cell phones: "Dude, I'm on the roof of the Foundry, and fire is shooting out of the foothills").

By the time we got home, we could see smoke from Martin Acres.

Here's the update. No really bad news this time.

January 13, 2008

The Super Cool Thing

Last night Billie and I went to the NewsGator holiday party. Yeah, I know it’s already almost two weeks into the new year, but I gotta say that I liked it better separated from the rest of the seasonal party scene. It was quite a lavish affair, held at the newly renovated Curtis Hotel, and it featured a 1950’s Viva Las Vegas theme, a well-stocked bar, great food and a casino setting.

Last weekend we watched Oceans Eleven (I hear there have been remakes and now you have to call it the “original Oceans Eleven”) to get into the spirit. Billie rented a frilly shirt and tux coat and I wound up wearing my only suit and a skinny tie. Billie cut my beard down from the Gabby Hayes level (now there’s a 50’s icon for you).

We were among the early arrivees, and as we looked over the raffle prizes, everybody quickly honed in on the Super Cool Thing: an iPhone. “Let’s face it, this is the only way we’ll ever get an iPhone,” I said, trying to be funny.

You see, neither Billie nor I have had a cellphone. (We have never used an ATM, either, and only recently got caller I.D. on our phone because it was part of a package, but that’s another story.)

It’s not that we don’t see a value in cellphones or why everybody on my bus commute except me seems to have one. We’re just not very chatty on phones. I can use a phone like anybody else when necessary, but I prefer talking with people face-to-face, seeing facial expressions and gestures that you lose in phone conversation. Especially after I started keeping in touch with friends via email, I probably never spend more than an hour a month on the telephone. A couple times a year, I’ll wind up in a situation where I’ll think, “wish I had a cellphone,” but never has it made me think of actually purchasing one.

When the iPhone came out, a bunch of people at the office bought one. Watching Apple’s clever marketing ploys and watching Mark and Matt talk about and use their iPhones certainly caught my attention. Like the iPod (yeah, I still don’t have an iPod, either), it was just Super Cool.

After dinner, Billie and I played blackjack for a couple of hours, enough for me to trade my NewsGator money in for six raffle tickets, all of which I dropped in the iPhone bowl. Billie distributed hers, putting one in the iPhone bowl. There were some great prizes (free beer for a year, massage and other goodies), but the iPhone bowl had more tickets than any other.

When the number was called for the iPhone, I looked at my six tickets, knowing there wasn’t a winner. I was right.

But Billie’s one ticket turned out to be the winning number. So I’m sitting here, feeling the incredible coolness as it sits in my palm.

Just one question.

What is it that you do with these things?

June 03, 2007

Another Controversy at Boulder High School? With Bill O’Reilly Involved? Where Have We Heard This One Before?

Those of us who have lived in Boulder awhile are used to fusses. You have to be. People here are passionate about everything from dog poop to historic preservation and prairie dogs, and we don’t mind expressing our opinions, silly as they may be.

That passion can put us in the national spotlight, too. The latest silliness is an ongoing tumult over a panel discussion on sex and drugs that reached the sensitive ears of some Boulder High School students during the Conference on World Affairs, a relatively harmless annual confab distinguished by full-of-themselves liberal panelists making pithy comments on subjects they often know nothing about and probably shouldn’t be speaking on in the first place. It’s as close as you can get to an actual Lefty Lovefest, a place for those who write into the local newspaper wanting to keep Amy Goodman but can Bob Greenlee as a Camera columnist. Everybody in town knows it.

Anyway, after a student and her parents complained to the school board about a CWA “sex and drugs” panel held at Boulder High School, the board looked into the matter, noted that district policy was violated when some teachers mandated student attendance at the panel and made the appropriate change: The one student who complained will never have to miss a class again to hear people talk about sex and drugs.

You'd think that would be the end of it. But it took a couple of days for Fox News’ morality bloodhound and self-anointed Savior of Children, Bill O’Reilly, to charge in last week with a couple of televised rants, complete with recordings of some choice audio selections from the discussion. Give the man credit where it’s due: Never once does O’Reilly let facts get in the way of his mighty self-righteousness. As O’Reilly’s chief parodist might say: Truthiness Rules.

Once O’Reilly went in for the tackle, the right-wing piled on with enthusiastic vigor. I have two personal favorites, both from the Friday Camera. Focus of the Family, never an organization to pass up a chance to pour lye on a liberal open wound, jumped in, blabbering about possible “crimes” (specifically contributing to the delinquency of a minor) committed by the panel members (who said stupid things but were hardly outside their constitutional rights. If that suit wins, I’m going to start litigation against every television show and ad that includes “sex” and “drugs” in its programming. Gotta protect the kids.)

But my real favorite was the top story of the day, about a bobble-headed state congressional delegation. Here is the lede in Saturday’s Daily Camera: “Ten Republican state senators called on the Boulder Valley school board to fire the district's superintendent and Boulder High's principal because of a ‘reckless and utterly irresponsible panel discussion’ the school hosted during the annual Conference on World Affairs.”

Of course, the fact that the district superintendent, George Garcia, is retiring this summer apparently didn’t reach any of the ten senators, whose knees are probably still jerking today from the fallout. When asked, Broomfield Sen. Shawn Mitchell, R-Broomfield “said the district's upcoming superintendent transition wasn't known to the lawmakers when they called for the dismissal.”

Really? Coming from someone in an elected position of trust, might that kind of oversight be considered “reckless and utterly irresponsible,” too.

It’s like that line from an old Bruce Cockburn song: “Everybody loves to see justice done -- on somebody else!”

The entire flap also reminds me that it wasn’t that long ago – just two and a half years, in fact -- that the national media last cast its cameras and petty morality on Boulder High School. The ingredients are a bit different, but it is the same old tired story. Return with us now to those thrilling days of yesteryear. It's fall of 2004, President Bush has just been re-elected, a somber mood has fallen over Boulder, and high school students are planning their spring recital. Click this link at the Boulder Lout (thanks, Dick) for the story of how Boulder High School students were investigated by the FBI for practicing an old Bob Dylan song that might or might not have contained lyrics that threatened the president.

Really! It’s like we never learn.