西雅圖郵訊報紙版熄燈！
【聯合晚報╱編譯范振光/綜合報導】

2009.03.17 03:04 pm

西雅圖郵訊報17日過後不再印報紙，郵訊報總部屋頂的地球標誌是西雅圖地標之一，如今則象徵網路無國界。
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西雅圖郵訊報17日過後不再印報紙，人力大幅精簡，員工相擁告別。
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美國赫斯特 (Hearst)集團旗下、已有百年歷史的西雅圖郵訊報（Seattle Post-Intelligencer ）17日發行最後一期報紙，從此改為電子報。西雅圖郵訊報平日發行量11萬8000份，是歷來轉型為電子報的最大報紙。

西雅圖郵訊報去年虧損1400萬美元，這次轉型的成敗將受同業密切觀察。傳統報紙九成營收仍來自實體報，正尋求新的經營模式。赫斯特不久前要求旗下所有報紙規畫對數位內容收費的辦法，即使網站免費閱覽，也要對手機瀏覽收費。

西雅圖郵訊報數十年來和西雅圖時報採部分共營模式，除自己編輯版面外，印刷、發行、廣告、業務工作都由郵報負責。赫斯特主管表示，兩報分家對郵訊報的財務影響不明。郵訊報固然不必再和赫斯特分享利潤，但費用也無人分攤。

西雅圖郵訊報發行量雖輸給西雅圖時報的19萬9000份，但網站每月瀏覽人數180萬人次，卻略勝一籌。

為了轉型，西雅圖郵訊報原有165名員工精簡為新聞部20人，另雇用20人從事廣告等業務。

轉型後，西雅圖郵訊報內容以評論、其他新聞網站連結為主，本身的報導為輔。

郵訊報已延攬西雅圖地區現任和前任官員撰寫專欄，並保留人氣專欄和部落格記者，另有「無薪」的當地部落客供稿。赫斯特集團計畫把部分雜誌內容重新包裝，放在郵訊報網站。


Seattle P-I to publish last edition Tuesday
By DAN RICHMAN AND ANDREA JAMES
P-I REPORTERS
The Seattle Post-Intelligencer will roll off the presses
for the last time Tuesday.



最後的頭版 March 17, 2009

• Seattlepi.com to continue as local news, opinion site
• Letter to readers
• More about the new seattlepi.com
The Hearst Corp. announced Monday that it would stop
publishing the 146-year old newspaper, Seattle's oldest
business, and cease delivery to more than 117,600
weekday readers.
The company, however, said it would maintain
seattlepi.com, making it the nation's largest daily
newspaper to shift to an entirely digital news product.
"Tonight we'll be putting the paper to bed for the last
time," Editor and Publisher Roger Oglesby told a silent
newsroom Monday morning. "But the bloodline will
live on."
In a news release, Hearst CEO Frank Bennack Jr. said,
"Our goal now is to turn seattlepi.com into the leading
news and information portal in the region."
The new operation will be more than a newspaper
online, Steven Swartz, president of Hearst News－
papers, said. The so-called "community platform"
will feature breaking news, columns from prominent
Seattle residents, community databases, photo
galleries, 150 citizen bloggers and links to other
journalistic outlets.
On Jan. 9, New York-based Hearst put the Seattle P-I
up for sale and said that the paper would stop
printing if a buyer were not found within 60 days.

附錄
2007年小女周曉晴告別報社工作回歸家庭的一封信

Last updated July 3, 2007 2:58 p.m. PT

On Food: It's time to answer the call of
another muse
By HSIAO-CHING CHOU
P-I FOOD EDITOR



While attending journalism school at the University
of Missouri in the mid-1990s, it didn't occur to me
that I could make a living writing about what
people cook and eat.

Despite having worked seven days a week in my
family's restaurant, I didn't know much about
cuisine beyond my mom's home cooking and the
Americanized Chinese dishes we served.

Certainly my immersion in an environment
governed by food predisposed me to a gustatory
career. But if my life were a meal, my experience
up to that point amounted to an amuse bouche:
a bite that tickles the palate but in no way
constitutes a complete repast.

Ten months into my first job at The Denver Post,
initially as a reporting intern and subsequently as a
copy editor, I was ready to give up. Copy editing
was not my strength and I knew the alternative
was to suffer cub-reporter status at a smaller
paper. So I applied to graduate school, thinking
I'd figure out my future while studying for
another degree.

Then, the beloved food writer left. I had written
a few food stories in journalism school, which
earned me a couple of opportunities during my
internship to contribute pieces to the food
section. I'm not sure how many moons lined up
for me that summer, but after a five-month trial
period, I officially became the food writer at a
major metropolitan newspaper
at the tender age of 25.

It was unusual for someone as green as I was
to be in such a plum position. I was told in no
uncertain terms by a colleague that I had big ladles
to fill, though I was too naive to appreciate the
respect that comment conferred upon my
predecessor. To this day, I don't know what
magic made it possible for me to step on stage
with a skeletal act, but I'm grateful.

When people ask about my beginnings as a writer,
the short answer is always: I fell into it and
I was lucky.

Nowadays, kids want to grow up to be celebrity
chefs and cookbook authors. Closet writers seek
the secret formula to living with a fork in one hand
and a laptop in the other. Mid-career changers
query me about internships. And anyone who likes
to eat and is computer-savvy can start a food blog.

In the decade that I've hung my apron in a
newsroom cubicle, the culinary landscape has
become as profound as a rosemary bush is
prolific: Eating is not only a communal act,
but also a political statement. No one imagined
having to specify the chicken they buy be local,
organic, pasture-raised, hormone-free and of
an heirloom variety. But the climate dictates it.

At the same time, attitudes about eating have
become less puritanical. It's all right to take
pleasure in consuming copious amounts of
food and drink, especially if some brilliant chef
has orchestrated a feast or if a trip to the source
of an artisanal product is involved. It is possible
to eat your way across France or the back roads
of America.
All you need are a map and a guidebook.

I have been fortunate, in the name of culinary
journalism, to have a first-class window seat.

So why would I want to leave such a plush ride?

Because I never dreamed I would be a food writer,
but I have always dreamed of being a mother.

This is my farewell column as the food editor at
the P-I. Friday is my last day. (But you don't have
to go cold turkey; the last two installments of
my favorite bites from Pike Place Market
will run at the end of July and August.)

During my pregnancy, I often wondered how
all the changes that would follow the birth of
my daughter would affect my work. I knew
that being a stay-at-home mom was not a
financially sound option and that cutting back
to a part-time schedule wouldn't suit the job.

I decided to let the fries fall where they may.

These nine months since Meilee was born
have been a privilege. She forces me to be
patient, to unplug from the virtual world,
to focus on one thing at a time, to delight
in every new sound, to be unabashedly silly
(there are photos to prove it), to appreciate
that even a speck of lint on the floor
can be interesting to behold.

It goes without saying, my priorities have changed.
I'm more likely to think about the possible mashed
bananaand-vegetable combinations that I can
concoct for Meilee than the latest "it" ingredient
featured in the glossies.

My needs have changed, too.

Living a public life presents its challenges. I want to
step out from under the stage lights to inhabit
a quieter space and not have to turn everything
I eat into editorial content. I also seek respite
from the cyclical nature of covering perennial topics.

In my new role as a consultant at
http://www.suzukichoumedia.com/index.php,
I will have the flexibility I crave
and the chance just to be.

I've been out at sea fishing for treasures and
the ocean has been kind. I've met countless
people who have been gracious enough to
allow me to share their inspiring and delicious stories.
My loyal readers have buoyed me along the way,
letting me know I've made a difference.

Thank you for joining me on this journey.
But I miss the land.

It's time to go home.