We woke up this morning to find the sun still rising in the east, hammering and sawing still coming from the never-ending construction project across the street, and a bank-account balance still insufficiently high to allow us to simply not show up at work. Day Two had dawned in New York, and everything was distressingly the same. But wait! There was
one difference:
The Wall Street Journal had shrunk. The new paper is six inches narrower than it used to be, and one is tempted to spin this into a metaphor about the first business (if not trading) day on which the Sheriff of Wall Street rules in Albany. But no. It’s true that the businessman’s paper of record feels appreciably less magisterial today, but, of course, it’s not Eliot’s doing: Chalk it up to belt-tightening cutbacks in the ever-struggling newspaper business. Even the
Times — the paper of record for, well, Spitzer types — is scheduled to soon get 10 percent smaller, too. Meantime, we’re still trying to decide: Is the new, tiny
Journal sort of puny or sort of cute? We might have to pick C, all of the
above.
Embracing Change to Build on a Tradition of Excellence [WSJ]
