Years ago I stopped reading the Telegraph Journal. As of yesterday, I wasn't sure why. As of this morning, I think I know why.
I decided to buy the Telegraph Journal this morning along with my beloved Wendy's beloved Globe & Mail.
Before I get to the damning part of this blog, let me say that I enjoyed reading this morning's Telegraph Journal. It was chock full of exciting news about the Kartrashians, Smiley Virus, and Jeezer Bieber. Oh, yes, there was news about the spawn of Thicke Alan too. It was all a vacuous bubble-head could want, and more. Much more, but that's not the bad schtuff.
There's a section in the Telegraph Journal that is devoted to all-things-in-the-north-of-the province. It's a great idea because it makes the paper truly the paper for the entire province. So...what did I learn about my provincial neighbours to the north? Well, I learned that a woman risked her own safety to rescue a dog from a septic system. I was floored by such captivating journalism. It made me wonder if there was a Pulitzer Prize for Journalism just waiting to be claimed. There is.
The million dollar question, and this is where things become confusing, is into which category does this article fall (or at least plunge)? Here are a few of the front-runners:
- breaking news reporting
- local reporting
- public service
- specialized reporting
- spot news reporting.
I'm torn. I think this article best fits into either 'specialized reporting' or 'spot news reporting'. A strong argument could be made for specialized reporting. This piece has been so fine tuned as to only appeal to the dog owner, the septic tank owner, a few neighbours and family members, local sewage specialists, ambulance chasing lawyers, and dog breeders (especially Shih Tzus). On the other hand, there's spot news reporting. See Spot sink. Swim, Spot, swim.
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