prison typewriter Journalism 
Of course I consider myself young (If 20 years is nothing, 40 is only slightly), but obviously I stopped being a promise to become a failure (he stole the joke of the large Ragendorfer). For novice colleagues rather imagine a world without the Internet seems impossible. Much less free blog, no MSN, no Facebook, no one search engine that gives you the phone number from any source in a few seconds. But there was a time when journalists did not have these basic tools. Of course I'm not going to put all nostalgic and say that the past was better, but I think it is interesting to make a difference to journalism to be developed until the mid 90's.
To begin, we used a typewriter. Every time we had to start writing a note we left stacks of patterned rolls at our side. Every new idea, a new sheet. Even think about pressing the backspace. The deletions with XXXXXXXXX multiplied in the paper. Neither the notes on characters we measured. Generally, each line of the patterned sheet was 70 spaces. We used 60. And the notes were measured by lines (40 x 60, meaning 40 lines of 60 spaces). Volantas titles, crests and sections were counted darling, space for space. The editors and designers, diagram drawings on paper and pasted the SLIDESHOW of photos.
The picture also changed with the advent of digitization. Was then used slides and negatives. None of diskettes, CDs with pictures, or by mail. It took a picture and had to wait to arrive from the laboratory to see whether it had been well and awaiting the verdict of the editor as he looked at the light box (a sort of box with a light inside and an acrylic front that lit up the slide and looked with a kind of magnifying glass called "Darling." In the coverage outside of Buenos Aires or the closing time was to tell if the photo was horizontal or vertical so that the editor left the room on the page. And it was normally go to the airport to give the scroll to a passenger who did us the favor of taking a Buenos Aires where he hoped to one cadet in the magazine. We called the publisher to warn: "Flight xxxx xxxxx reaching the hours. Go with a gray shirt chubby jean has goatee. "Closures were kilometer. Never completed before the five or six o'clock. We always did a moment to take a snack bar with the oldest (Mario, Michael and demases not kill me so old lol). And then one is left in charge of reviewing the Proofer. That stayed until eight o'clock and the next day did not work.
Of course there were no phones. To call the writing had to go to a payphone. At most we could have a radio message, but usually called once an hour for instruction. I still remember one of the first times I got a cell phone and was in the middle of the desert in Mendoza and could speak from the middle of nowhere by phone! The palms do not exist. And the internet pages of phone books either. Our agenda was worth money. Each issue of treasured and give you value as a journalist. The numbers are only lent to friends. And they were paper, of course. And not enough and had to buy parts of the leaves of the index. La and M, were never reached. The X always left over.
I hope any of you help me with these stories from memory. I probably spend some details of this prehistory of journalism that has no more than a few years.
"The country's future lies in education." "The teachers earn is a shame." "We have to raise your teachers." "A maid earns more than a teacher." Repeat our doñas Rosa. 
