By Andrew Sullivan
The shift in my own mind has happened gradually. Even up to a year ago, I was still getting my New York Times every morning on paper, wrapped in blue plastic. Piles of them would sit in my blog-cave, read and half-read, skimmed, and noted.
As someone caught up in the creative destruction of media, and with news that a friend and colleague just got the pink slip through no fault of his own, Sullivan’s musings are worth pondering.