Dear New York Times, please stop with this weekender crap. Paper isn’t a conversation, nor is it a language. No couple was brought together by smudging ink on their hands. If delivery is the highlight of someone’s weekend, they’re probably banging the paperboy. And the woman who planned her trip to Spain with a newspaper? She got there by clipper ship.
I feel for you, NYT. I really do. Blogs aren’t news, and I know it costs money to pay reporters to figure things out. I wouldn’t be opposed to paying for your content on-line, I just don’t want it littering my apartment. So hurry up with that coherent digital strategy, because these ads are killing me.
You might remember this story from almost a year ago, “Printing the NYT costs twice as much as sending every subscriber a free Kindle.” Not only would you stop hemorrhaging money, you’d have an excuse to make a new ad.
http://www.businessinsider.com/2009/1/printing-the-nyt-costs-twice-as-much-as-sending-every-subscriber-a-free-kindle