Yes, I’m retiring from the New York Times. This is obviously
bittersweet, but it’s also very weird. Whenever I tell someone I’m
leaving the paper they immediately say “congratulations.”
What the hell? Congratulate me for bailing on one of the best
jobs in the world?
The simple fact is that I lasted longer than a lot of my friends.
But until I changed my mind last summer and took the buyout, I was
sure I was going to go out like those guys at the Examiner — the
copy editors who worked at night in their t-shirts. And then
keeled over on their CRTs and were taken out feet first.
But what the heck.
Nice introduction from Steven Levy, too.