mean anything at all. On the front page of the gray old Times, I’m liable to encounter a chatty article about frying with propane gas. CNN lavished hours of airtime on a runaway bride. The magisterial tones of Walter Cronkite, America’s rich uncle, are lost to history, replaced by the ex-cheerleader mom style of Katie Couric. One reason the notion

the new millennium it became apparent to anyone with eyes to

independent publishing is not what it was ten or fifteen years ago. No longer an anomaly, it increasingly looks like the way forward for all forms of content. Thanks to digital technologies, we now have endless new ways of reaching audiences. This is not only the case in music, film, and publishing, but in journalism itself.