Howard Owens is a digital media pioneer. He started publishing local news online in 1995 when very few local news outlets had web sites. The header image on the site depicts the film camera he used early in his career and the press pass from his year on the staff of the Carlsbad Journal. For more on Howard's professional background, read his LinkedIn profile.
HowardOwens.com is the personal web site of Howard Owens and covers his range of interests -- political localism and libertarianism, music and personal interests, as well as his professional interests.
Howard is currently publisher of The Batavian and lives in Batavia, N.Y.
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Daily Archives: May 1, 2003
Report on CNN just now: New newspapers are springing up, some with a narrow political focus, some clearly supportive of the old regime, but here’s the entertaining bit — a commander quoted (I think I got this accurately): “We had a guy in here the other day who said he wanted to start a newspaper, and I said, ‘Great,’ and he said, ‘Well, who do I have to see to get approval.’ ‘You don’t.’ ‘Well, who approves my scripts, my stories.’ ‘Nobody. It’s called freedom.’” Continue reading
Yes, the propaganda is true, Pierce, Welch and Smith met me at a secret undisclosed location last night where we plotted our schemes for world domination and an endless supply of dodger dogs and watery, stadium-filtered beer. Then Pierce, at a location so secret I can only refer to it as the Rustic Room, plied me with gin and tried to pry loose my confidential strategy for winning in roto. Welch even tried to warp my mind by re-introducing me to some crazy, drum-thumping, tennis-playing rock star. Continue reading