Video Gallery: TV Network Affiliate Signoffs To Make Your Heart Swell

Doldrums? Blues? Forget the Zoloft. Seriously, just put it down. Instead, douse yourselves with these old-timey news station sign-offs, from the days when the networks took pity on their viewers and ceased to hurtle information at them around the midnight hour. The swelling arias! The purple mountain montages! The proud, if slightly canned, renderings of our national anthem! The men in uniform! Seriously, these sort of make Katie Couric's audience farewell seem downright anti-American, feeding as it does into "The Insider" or something equally horrifying. More »

Video Gallery: A Dozen More Movies Responsible For Your J-School Bills

Yesterday's gallery of journalism flicks, whose soaring soundtracks are partly responsible for infecting your mind with the Pulitzer bug, was a collection of some of our favorites. Twelve of yours, clamored after in the comments, are after the jump. Can we talk about Michael Keaton's secret burning desire to be a scrappy little news guy? Robert Redford too. 'Course, if the role of scrappy news guy came with a dressing room, an Alan Pakula script and six or seven figures, we'd be all over it too. More »

Video Gallery: The Movies That Made You Want To Be A Journalist

Don't lie kids. There's nothing wrong with staving off career burnout and despair by watching Robert Redford make Bob Woodward look good in All the President's Men. You know you've done it and you've probably got the 1976 Watergate flick to blame for your outsized career expectations. The chase! The glory! The downsizing! The infotainment! Erm, sorry—the chase! After the jump, a video gallery of nine of our favorite old movies about journalism, and some new movies about old journalism that aren't half bad either. Pass the ice cream. More »

To The Golden Age Of The Press

Things we miss about old-timey journalism: bourbon in every desk drawer, the sound of 400 Underwoods clacking away at the same time, teletype rolls cascading out into the hallway and the undivided attention of the American public. Things we don't miss? Alcoholic colleagues (Balk aside), carbon copy paper, the glass ceiling and mini-fridge-sized tape recorders. Would we go back to the golden age of newspapers, the days of afternoon editions, hearty circulation, fat expense accounts and the magic of the rewrite desk? Oh, probably, but we'd like to take our iPhones, if that's cool. With that, we announce the beginning of Old School Odes, in which we remember The Press The Way It Was. More »