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Three Words: Deck Chairs. Titanic.
Things are looking a little weird at the Fangxaminer -- and we're not just referring to the paper's amateurish layout. Monday, Executive Editor Marty Steffens was canned after the paper had been publishing for just three weeks. She didn't return Dog Bites' call, so we couldn't get her side of the story, but her replacement is, uh, legendarily temperamental editor Dave Burgin -- who spent seven months as editor of the Hearst-owned Examiner back in 1985-86.
Even more interesting than Burgin's newsroom reputation may be his close association with Dean Singleton, president and CEO of MediaNews Group, which owns the Oakland Tribune (Burgin was editor there until 1996), the Tri-Valley Herald, the San Mateo County Times, and the Marin Independent-Journal, among other regional California papers, and a number of papers across the country.
Burgin and Singleton have been friends for decades. Burgin became editor of the Dallas Times Herald when Singleton bought that paper; a short while later, Singleton bought the Houston Post and made Burgin editor there.
So Dog Bites, who wakes at 3 a.m. to obsess about exactly this kind of thing, wonders whether Burgin's move might be a precursor to a possible MediaNews buyout of ExIn Inc., publisher of the Fangxaminer; after all, in this business it's all about those regional ad rates.
Meanwhile, the Fangxaminer is also losing longtime Fang loyalist and Editorial Page Editor Susan Herbert. "It just wasn't a good fit," says Herbert, who had worked at the Independent.
We'd heard from other sources that Herbert decided to leave after clashing with Ted Fang over an article that ran on the editorial pages last Monday; Herbert vigorously denies this. "Huh-uh," she says. "That's not true at all."
Herbert says she isn't sure exactly when her official last day will be, but that she is looking forward to a break. "I'm going to take some time off and visit with my granddaughter," she says. "Then I'm going to come back, probably in some other capacity."
Of course, by then the paper may be a somewhat different place.
All I Want for Christmas
Braving the San Francisco Shopping Center and Union Square one evening last week, Dog Bites found ourselves being swept into the spirit of the season. It was hard not to be; the constant piped-in carols, the giant Christmas tree, the lights, the window displays, even the sign on the side of the building at 901 Mission styling the paper "The San New Francisco Chronicle" seemed to speak to an optimism that we may all be united -- if not by crippling consumer debt, then at least by the hollow promise of a fresh start in the new year.
However, after reading Lillian Ross' Phil Bronstein ride-along in The New Yorker last week, several disgruntled Chron reporters e-mailed us to complain they hadn't been offered the "free full-hour body massages" the magazine mentioned. The phrase as written became confused, and everyone seemed to think they had missed out on full-body massages, not the standard neck-and-shoulders variety that was on offer. Still, a free massage is a free massage, right? "And it wasn't because it was Thanksgiving," said Bronstein, when we called for clarification on this crucial issue. "It was because everybody had been going through hell for 18 months."
Come to think of it, Dog Bites could use a massage, too. We've been going through hell -- hell! -- just thinking about the way space in the City Hall press room ought to be allocated. The logistics are daunting; one of the personalities is even more so.
For those members of the -- well, we want to say hoi polloi, but we're afraid of starting another months-long grammar controversy marked with e-mails quoting Benjamin Disraeli -- so anyway, the common herd, who haven't had the opportunity to breathe its heady air, the press room is just that: a large room on the second floor of City Hall containing a conference table, some filing cabinets, several workstations, and a remarkably unstylish leather sofa. On Mondays, when the Board of Supervisors meets, the place is usually full of reporters; most of the rest of the time, you could probably nap away the afternoon on the sofa.
So we were kind of shocked to get a fax from PJ Johnston, the mayor's press secretary, which hinted that this quiet haven is disputed territory now that two new papers are appearing in San Francisco newsracks. "There is plenty of space in the press room to accommodate more reporters," Johnston wrote. "Even in the highly charged atmosphere of this new era for San Francisco newspapers, I trust the local media will be able to reach mutually acceptable arrangements for members of the working City Hall press."
Good Lord! we gasped. Highly charged? The press room? Well, actually, it's not the press room per se that's the battleground -- it's the six small, windowless, private offices that open off it. Hey, trust us, it's not like reporters usually get to impress people with their cars. Having your own office at City Hall, with the name of your news outlet stenciled on the door, means you're big time.