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Across the table, near Shafer, was a man whose reputation preceded him: During the early years of this century, classified advertising -- and more specifically ads for "adult services" or "escort services," meaning prostitution and other forms of sex work -- had gravitated online. Mike Lacey, the founding editor of Phoenix New Times, which had already spawned clone-like papers in several other cities. Officially, they sold Backpage to two Dutch holding companies at the end of Human history is full of stuff like that: The Portland paper still exists, under different ownership, because Maine is not quite part of the 21st century. I could tell you stories about the people in this photograph, taken in a parking lot in what would soon become an unspeakably trendy district: Maybe my interactions with Mike Lacey have taught me to say things more simply. Radical vegans and squatters who believed property was theft and lesbians who worked in libraries and people who spent their college years doing too many drugs and reading too much Jacques Derrida. At some point during the drinking, we started talking about the audiences for our respective publications. Check out this article! It was closer to the end of the end. Even now. Not exactly guilt and not exactly complicity, although there might be a tinge of that. I had just gotten off a plane from the West Coast into a classic Northeast Corridor heat wave, and had almost certainly been drinking en route. I definitely don't want it to be a story about how the anti-establishment, truth-to-power tradition of alt-weekly journalism -- which Mike Lacey and I both believed in, in our own ways -- always had a dark side that ended up, in this case, corrupting the entire enterprise. It published its last issue in I feel something else: But I can't know that for sure. It was a complicated suit brought by the Bay Guardian, which Lacey's company had tried to drive out of business in various dubious or illegal ways. You win some and you lose some. I said something about how SF Weekly was for unemployed grad students who wore black and never went outside by daylight, and people whose bands were too cool ever to get signed. Lacey and Larkin positioned themselves as First Amendment warriors, carrying on the struggle in the commercial realm. So when I see Mike Lacey now, pushing 70 and potentially facing a long stretch in federal prison, I feel no impulse to gloat. Phoenix, Dallas, Denver, Houston, Miami. Backpage liberal ks



That part was what we might call a misreading of the market. We had other kinds of readers too: On the other hand, if Backpage generated any of its epic flow of money by conspiring with pimps and procurers in various countries to sell underage boys and girls for sex, as is alleged in the federal indictment, then whatever happens to Lacey and Larkin and their co-defendants now is arguably not bad enough. It was his paper. I suspect there's something in this story about what happened to alternative journalism and Mike Lacey's newspaper empire and the civic and cultural life of America's cities that speaks to bigger questions. It was a complicated suit brought by the Bay Guardian, which Lacey's company had tried to drive out of business in various dubious or illegal ways. You win some and you lose some. Such as the always-relevant David Byrne question: Radical vegans and squatters who believed property was theft and lesbians who worked in libraries and people who spent their college years doing too many drugs and reading too much Jacques Derrida. I have no grudge against Mike Lacey for firing me. Across the table, near Shafer, was a man whose reputation preceded him: Lacey and his Phoenix business partner Jim Larkin bought SF Weekly from our original publisher for chump change, basically early in , launching a period of dramatic expansion and consolidation during which their company became the biggest player — indeed, pretty close to the only player — in the alt-weekly field. To be frank, that pretty much destroyed the business model of the entire alt-weekly industry. My early career of Mission District burritos and leather jackets and drinking too much was funded by those back-page ads I never really thought about. Ultimately they would end up owning both the Village Voice and the LA Weekly, by far the most prestigious brands in the industry, along with established weeklies in Cleveland, St. All of that was indulgent nonsense, basically: Not exactly guilt and not exactly complicity, although there might be a tinge of that. Perhaps the fairest thing to say is that he didn't last too long working for Lacey and he did OK for himself later on. I could tell you stories about the people in this photograph, taken in a parking lot in what would soon become an unspeakably trendy district: The internet sorta, kinda existed, but I would like those of you over 40 or so to supply that modem-connecting noise. Check out this article! Our paper in San Francisco advocated for marriage equality a full decade before that surfaced as a vaguely plausible mainstream political issue. Those guys would never again make the mistake they made in San Francisco, where they announced they were buying our paper — and replacing me with the aforementioned Jack Shafer — a full month before they actually closed the deal.

Backpage liberal ks



Lacey and his Phoenix business partner Jim Larkin bought SF Weekly from our original publisher for chump change, basically early in , launching a period of dramatic expansion and consolidation during which their company became the biggest player — indeed, pretty close to the only player — in the alt-weekly field. To be frank, that pretty much destroyed the business model of the entire alt-weekly industry. How did we get here? Mike Lacey, the founding editor of Phoenix New Times, which had already spawned clone-like papers in several other cities. Ultimately they would end up owning both the Village Voice and the LA Weekly, by far the most prestigious brands in the industry, along with established weeklies in Cleveland, St. The Portland paper still exists, under different ownership, because Maine is not quite part of the 21st century. We were soon joined by David Carr , who was then the editor of the Twin Cities Reader in Minnesota but would go on to much greater fame as media columnist for the New York Times. It published its last issue in That worked brilliantly, for a while. Those guys would never again make the mistake they made in San Francisco, where they announced they were buying our paper — and replacing me with the aforementioned Jack Shafer — a full month before they actually closed the deal. Later that year, a homeless man with newspaper in his shoes came up to me on the street and told me it was a shame what had befallen our wonderful publication. Maybe it offers an illustration of capitalism's general tendency to default to its darkest impulses, or the way our country has torn itself apart into warring camps with competing visions of reality. I could tell you stories about the people in this photograph, taken in a parking lot in what would soon become an unspeakably trendy district: I was the editor of SF Weekly at the time, in town to attend the annual conference of the Association of Alternative Newsweeklies, an umbrella group that at the time had dozens of member papers spread across every major metropolitan area in North America, and a whole bunch of minor ones. Not exactly guilt and not exactly complicity, although there might be a tinge of that. My early career of Mission District burritos and leather jackets and drinking too much was funded by those back-page ads I never really thought about. I think I need to make clear that this story is no longer funny and no longer about me. Some upper-middle fancy hotel bar in Boston, in the summer of On the other hand, if Backpage generated any of its epic flow of money by conspiring with pimps and procurers in various countries to sell underage boys and girls for sex, as is alleged in the federal indictment, then whatever happens to Lacey and Larkin and their co-defendants now is arguably not bad enough.



































Backpage liberal ks



But I'd like to apologize to him now, because when I read the whole thing later in print I thought, well, that sounds an awful lot like something I would say. That part isn't incidental at all: Mike Lacey, the founding editor of Phoenix New Times, which had already spawned clone-like papers in several other cities. Radical vegans and squatters who believed property was theft and lesbians who worked in libraries and people who spent their college years doing too many drugs and reading too much Jacques Derrida. Phoenix, Dallas, Denver, Houston, Miami. Maybe my interactions with Mike Lacey have taught me to say things more simply. It was his paper. The internet sorta, kinda existed, but I would like those of you over 40 or so to supply that modem-connecting noise. If we observe the investigative journalist's dictum to "follow the money," it might be the most important part of the whole story. Lacey and his Phoenix business partner Jim Larkin bought SF Weekly from our original publisher for chump change, basically early in , launching a period of dramatic expansion and consolidation during which their company became the biggest player — indeed, pretty close to the only player — in the alt-weekly field. Maybe it offers an illustration of capitalism's general tendency to default to its darkest impulses, or the way our country has torn itself apart into warring camps with competing visions of reality. I said something about how SF Weekly was for unemployed grad students who wore black and never went outside by daylight, and people whose bands were too cool ever to get signed. I had just gotten off a plane from the West Coast into a classic Northeast Corridor heat wave, and had almost certainly been drinking en route. But my long-ago personal drama took a much stranger turn toward contemporary relevance this week with the indictments against the proprietors of Backpage.

I think. I feel something else: Our paper in San Francisco advocated for marriage equality a full decade before that surfaced as a vaguely plausible mainstream political issue. Later that year, a homeless man with newspaper in his shoes came up to me on the street and told me it was a shame what had befallen our wonderful publication. It was his paper. The Portland paper still exists, under different ownership, because Maine is not quite part of the 21st century. When I go back to that night in Boston in with David Carr and Cynthia Heimel, who are no longer available to give us their versions, I want it to be tragicomic. At some point during the drinking, we started talking about the audiences for our respective publications. Not exactly guilt and not exactly complicity, although there might be a tinge of that. Their last remaining property was Backpage, the classified advertising site they had launched in as an edgier, riskier competitor to Craigslist. But that part is up to you. I have no grudge against Mike Lacey for firing me. I suspect there's something in this story about what happened to alternative journalism and Mike Lacey's newspaper empire and the civic and cultural life of America's cities that speaks to bigger questions. Lacey and his Phoenix business partner Jim Larkin bought SF Weekly from our original publisher for chump change, basically early in , launching a period of dramatic expansion and consolidation during which their company became the biggest player — indeed, pretty close to the only player — in the alt-weekly field. I think I need to make clear that this story is no longer funny and no longer about me. Check out this article! On the other hand, if Backpage generated any of its epic flow of money by conspiring with pimps and procurers in various countries to sell underage boys and girls for sex, as is alleged in the federal indictment, then whatever happens to Lacey and Larkin and their co-defendants now is arguably not bad enough. Those guys would never again make the mistake they made in San Francisco, where they announced they were buying our paper — and replacing me with the aforementioned Jack Shafer — a full month before they actually closed the deal. There was an impromptu gathering in the bar of various editors and alt-media characters who knew each other mostly by reputation, or on the phone, or because of the outrageous things we had published. To be frank, that pretty much destroyed the business model of the entire alt-weekly industry. Backpage liberal ks



We were soon joined by David Carr , who was then the editor of the Twin Cities Reader in Minnesota but would go on to much greater fame as media columnist for the New York Times. During the early years of this century, classified advertising -- and more specifically ads for "adult services" or "escort services," meaning prostitution and other forms of sex work -- had gravitated online. But I can't know that for sure. The internet sorta, kinda existed, but I would like those of you over 40 or so to supply that modem-connecting noise. It published its last issue in Lacey and his Phoenix business partner Jim Larkin bought SF Weekly from our original publisher for chump change, basically early in , launching a period of dramatic expansion and consolidation during which their company became the biggest player — indeed, pretty close to the only player — in the alt-weekly field. My early career of Mission District burritos and leather jackets and drinking too much was funded by those back-page ads I never really thought about. Lacey and Larkin positioned themselves as First Amendment warriors, carrying on the struggle in the commercial realm. So my staff got four issues in which to dramatize our plight and poison the water, depicting ourselves as the scruffy, black-clad radicals being displaced by soulless corporate rube-drones from Arizona, of all places. It was closer to the end of the end. It was his paper. Even now. Radical vegans and squatters who believed property was theft and lesbians who worked in libraries and people who spent their college years doing too many drugs and reading too much Jacques Derrida. Across the table, near Shafer, was a man whose reputation preceded him: Not exactly guilt and not exactly complicity, although there might be a tinge of that. Maybe it offers an illustration of capitalism's general tendency to default to its darkest impulses, or the way our country has torn itself apart into warring camps with competing visions of reality. So when I see Mike Lacey now, pushing 70 and potentially facing a long stretch in federal prison, I feel no impulse to gloat. We had other kinds of readers too: Their last remaining property was Backpage, the classified advertising site they had launched in as an edgier, riskier competitor to Craigslist. All of that was indulgent nonsense, basically: There was an impromptu gathering in the bar of various editors and alt-media characters who knew each other mostly by reputation, or on the phone, or because of the outrageous things we had published. To be frank, that pretty much destroyed the business model of the entire alt-weekly industry. I was the editor of SF Weekly at the time, in town to attend the annual conference of the Association of Alternative Newsweeklies, an umbrella group that at the time had dozens of member papers spread across every major metropolitan area in North America, and a whole bunch of minor ones. Some upper-middle fancy hotel bar in Boston, in the summer of Mike Lacey, the founding editor of Phoenix New Times, which had already spawned clone-like papers in several other cities. I hope they all involved consenting adults. The Portland paper still exists, under different ownership, because Maine is not quite part of the 21st century.

Backpage liberal ks



The internet sorta, kinda existed, but I would like those of you over 40 or so to supply that modem-connecting noise. Ultimately they would end up owning both the Village Voice and the LA Weekly, by far the most prestigious brands in the industry, along with established weeklies in Cleveland, St. We were soon joined by David Carr , who was then the editor of the Twin Cities Reader in Minnesota but would go on to much greater fame as media columnist for the New York Times. At some point during the drinking, we started talking about the audiences for our respective publications. Radical vegans and squatters who believed property was theft and lesbians who worked in libraries and people who spent their college years doing too many drugs and reading too much Jacques Derrida. I have no grudge against Mike Lacey for firing me. Their last remaining property was Backpage, the classified advertising site they had launched in as an edgier, riskier competitor to Craigslist. My early career of Mission District burritos and leather jackets and drinking too much was funded by those back-page ads I never really thought about. That worked brilliantly, for a while. But that part is up to you. The Portland paper still exists, under different ownership, because Maine is not quite part of the 21st century. I said something about how SF Weekly was for unemployed grad students who wore black and never went outside by daylight, and people whose bands were too cool ever to get signed. Maybe my interactions with Mike Lacey have taught me to say things more simply. I think I need to make clear that this story is no longer funny and no longer about me. It was a complicated suit brought by the Bay Guardian, which Lacey's company had tried to drive out of business in various dubious or illegal ways. Officially, they sold Backpage to two Dutch holding companies at the end of

Backpage liberal ks



If we observe the investigative journalist's dictum to "follow the money," it might be the most important part of the whole story. I have no grudge against Mike Lacey for firing me. Such as the always-relevant David Byrne question: Maybe my interactions with Mike Lacey have taught me to say things more simply. I guess it's doubt, because if there's one consistent lesson you learn from journalism and history it's that you should never feel too sure about where to draw the line between the good guys and the bad guys, or about which side of that line you're on. So my staff got four issues in which to dramatize our plight and poison the water, depicting ourselves as the scruffy, black-clad radicals being displaced by soulless corporate rube-drones from Arizona, of all places. Even now. It published its last issue in Their last remaining property was Backpage, the classified advertising site they had launched in as an edgier, riskier competitor to Craigslist. We had other kinds of readers too: The Portland paper still exists, under different ownership, because Maine is not quite part of the 21st century. But I'd like to apologize to him now, because when I read the whole thing later in print I thought, well, that sounds an awful lot like something I would say. I definitely don't want it to be a story about how the anti-establishment, truth-to-power tradition of alt-weekly journalism -- which Mike Lacey and I both believed in, in our own ways -- always had a dark side that ended up, in this case, corrupting the entire enterprise. My early career of Mission District burritos and leather jackets and drinking too much was funded by those back-page ads I never really thought about. I had just gotten off a plane from the West Coast into a classic Northeast Corridor heat wave, and had almost certainly been drinking en route.

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  2. We were soon joined by David Carr , who was then the editor of the Twin Cities Reader in Minnesota but would go on to much greater fame as media columnist for the New York Times. Maybe it offers an illustration of capitalism's general tendency to default to its darkest impulses, or the way our country has torn itself apart into warring camps with competing visions of reality. Those guys would never again make the mistake they made in San Francisco, where they announced they were buying our paper — and replacing me with the aforementioned Jack Shafer — a full month before they actually closed the deal.

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