Dept. Of Tipping Your Hand: Stu Bykofsky Doesn’t Know What The Internet Is, Where He Is, Or What Any Of It Is Worth
On Thursday, veteran Daily News half-empty-bottle-of-Old-Spice Stu Bykofsky delivered a reply of sorts to Steve Volk‘s Philadelphia Magazine story about the awful fates of the DN and Inquirer. Which, on the face of it, is a welcome thing — but in the offing, Byko sadly revealed the insane disconnect between longtime PMH rank-and-file and reality. A close reading of the piece reveals the following:
Stu Bykofsky is not a very good reader, nor does he seem to watched Seinfeld much, and in fact, may not understand irony at all. In his opening grafs, Byko discusses the title of Volk’s piece — “1978 called. It wants its newspaper back.” — and asks, “What does that mean?” We could explain it to you, Byko, but we have zero confidence that your Prodigy service has the bandwidth necessary to load this site.
Stu Bykofsky has no fucking clue about the history of paid online content. Which is why he is floating the idea that readers should pay to read Philly.com. Are you kidding me? We should all get paid TO read Philly.com. Actually, we do, but that’s a whole other ball of wax. The point is, the model simply does not work; the genie is out of the bottle. And if suddenly one morning we logged on to Philly.com and found a screen there barring us from entry unless we paid, we’d be openly weeping with joy.
Stu Bykofsky, furthermore, seems wholly unaware of the content divide between the Inky, the Daily News, and, say, The New York Times. Because the latter actually has content that some people might — and we emphasize might — be willing to pay for. On a daily basis, half of what’s in the Inky and DN is AP junk that anyone can get anywhere and nobody wants in the first place. The other half is bullshit like Byko.
Stu Bykofsky seriously thinks that when Google links to one of his stories, they’re “stealing” it. Which is some seriously strange voodoo stuff. Byko is right when he talks about bloggers never replacing reporters unless they learn to verify, get shit right, stop listening to Tapes N Tapes, etc., but that small bit of “right” is so buried in a steaming cauldron of Wrong that it’s almost lost entirely. Which, as you know, seems to happen a lot at Broad & Whatever.
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