Another Seattle Post-Intelligencer staffer describes what this city will have lost when, after tomorrow, the newspaper's print edition ceases to exist. Here's longtime P-I art critic Regina Hackett, going out swinging as she heads for new bloggy pastures:
The P-I offered a reasonably sensible collection of stories written without the we-precious-few tone of the Times, which rubs itself against the legs of the comfortably middle-class like a cat looking for a handout. The P-I connects with its city without undo flattery.If the P-I were an art exhibit, I'd call it uneven. Who's newspaper isn't? But deep in the DNA of the P-I is the idea of standing up for the little guy, because the P-I has always been the little guy. I look around the shop and see first-rate reporters, editors, photographers and graphic artists. Their shine covers the conspicuously lackluster efforts of others, the call-it-in crowd, who are a minority.
I love the entire sports crew and the brilliantly burrowing moles in business. Why would someone like myself, who doesn't care at all about sports, and who adds and subtracts on my fingers, read sports and business stories? For the talent. The energy. The now-here-this.
Hats off to the P-I's new media. The paper's circulation is 114,000, and new media drew half-a-billion page views last year. I'm thrilled with my blog to have been a tiny part in it.
Hats off to all the story tellers, and hats off to the fact finders. Hats off to Dave Horsey.
Besides Dave, I hate to mention individuals, because I'll leave too many out who deserve to be mentioned. Plus, even though you're doing an obit, the individuals are very much alive.
I'll most miss being around people who always ask, How do you know that? They offer me stability and solid ground. I'll miss their company. Sure, I'll still see many of them, but it's different in a bar than on a story.
Illustration by Andrew Saeger.
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