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Richard Carnes: Acquiescing to modernism

I have finally succumbed to my innermost desires.

After all these years, I mustered up the courage to follow through with something I have thought about doing since around the time I understood the word: broadband.

But it was tough, sort of like saying goodbye to a best friend you know you’ll never see again, only then realizing it’s been a one-way relationship all along. Or even better, it’s like the last record album I ever purchased, knowing the switch to cassettes would last forever.

Yes, I cancelled my subscription to the Denver Post.

Consummating the act was nothing personal, nothing the Post did or did not do. It’s just a sign of the times, like the number of peo-ple who are turning off their home phone service and using their cell phones 24/7 instead.

But like reading online com-ments about ERS, Hidden Gems or local homophobes obsessed with ancient magical delusions, it was still somewhat painful.

Yet one too many times I found myself watching TV news while reading the morning paper and realized I was reading and listening to the same story simultaneously. In many cases, I had already been exposed to the story online the night before (or even while it was happening), and come on, enough is enough when following, oh, let’s say, The Amazing Adventures of Balloon Boy and his Pros-tituting Parents.

Something had to give.

Granted, my neighbors will no longer have the privilege of observing my wee morning fashion statement of striped robe and white socks in black slippers as I retrieve my morning paper. However, my days of digging through the snow to find the orange-clad newsprint are over as well.

Face it, there is nothing newsworthy in the Denver Post that I cannot read about online 10-fold hours before the Post is even printed, much less delivered. For sports, there is ESPN and and literally a gazillion other channels and Web sites to choose from, and most of it is up to the minute.

I briefly thought I would miss certain comics but soon realized I could fine tune the strips I actually enjoy (Pearls Before Swine) and skip the others (Luann) and have them e-mailed daily to chuckle at my convenience.

However, the Vail Daily, or just about any small-town local paper for that matter, is an animal of a different color. The comings and goings on a local scale can never be understood or even followed half- assed if not for a local source of information, and we are lucky to have daily news-papers, along with local radio and TV.

You want to know what happened at last night’s council meeting or county-level brouhaha? Unless you’re willing to watch monumentally boring television or have personal insight from friends or relatives, the only way to know what happened is to read about it in the local paper, and that aspect is changing no time soon.

Want to know tomorrow’s election results? Unless you’re willing to stay up way past midnight tonight, the only way to find out will be to grab tomorrow’s Daily or pull it up online. Just realize that if you are reading these words (which, of course, you are) you’re using the Vail Daily either way.

So who needs the Post?

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