Thursday


18
Aug 11

Things to read

Why journalism remains a good major, as argued by a department chair and a third-generation journo:

If anything, (Chico State’s Susan Brockus Wiesinger) says, the skills the journalism program teaches—multiplatform writing and storytelling chief among them—are more in demand than ever before, and job opportunities abound.

Yes, she tells students, corporate daily newspapers are suffering mass layoffs, but the nation’s thousands of community newspapers are doing well, as are magazines. And the need for clearly and cleanly written content in other arenas—on the web, in business, on cable or broadcast television, in the public-relations field, and in many other areas—is growing rapidly.

When students ask her where they can find jobs, she has a one-word reply: “Everywhere.”

There are some generalities in those anecdotes, but I’d agree with the overall sentiment. I also appreciate this part of her argument:

When Wiesinger talks to incoming freshmen journalism students, she likes to ask them bluntly: “Why are you here?” She wants to learn whether they have passion for the profession—because of its importance to democracy, because of the teamwork required to practice it well, because reporting and writing vivid, meaningful stories is fun and exciting and never boring.

And she wants to encourage them, to make sure they know that by majoring in journalism they are going to learn skills that are invaluable in almost any profession and that will make them attractive to recruiters.

Chico State is a writing program, because they fear sending unprepared multimedia types out into the world. That’s the case with several of the more traditional programs. There’s no reason a department can’t prepare students with both the soft and the hard skills, and maybe even send them to computer science for a minor that will arm them for the future. That was the basis of a panel discussion we recently held at AEJMC.

But I digress.

Non-breaking non-news from Poynter, who reports that Cleveland.com (Disclosure: I once worked for a sister site) is accepting anonymous comments with open arms. (They’ve been doing this for a long time.) But the perspective is worth repeating as more and more newsrooms grow weary of dealing with the vitriole that can hide in anonymity.

“I think you miss out on the full extent of the [online] medium if you block out what readers have to say,” Cleveland.com Editor In Chief Denise Polverine told NetNewsCheck. “Some news organizations feel their voice is the final voice on a subject, and that’s not the case at Cleveland.com.” That’s not to say the comments are untouched. Moderators remove offensive ones, and on sensitive stories comments may be disabled entirely. A community manager writes a note about commenters when they attain “featured user” status and quotes something they’ve posted recently.

Does an “extraordinary situation” permit you to use someone else’s work without permission? The BBC seems to think so:

Social media editor Chris Hamilton clarifies that the organization’s policy is to “make every effort to contact people who’ve taken photos we want to use in our coverage and ask for their permission before doing so.” However, Hamilton noted, “where there is a strong public interest and often time constraints,” a senior editor may decide to “use a photo before we’ve cleared it.”

I’m sure the BBC bristles when this happens in the other direction, however. That’s essentially the argument that people like Jeff Jarvis, Jay Rosen and others take about the news, that the paper (or other outlet) doesn’t “own” content, and that when it is out there, it is out there. Information, public domain and all of that.

And now that the shoe is on the other foot — even the BBC can’t be everywhere, so there’s the pro-am journalist solution — it will be interesting to see how this is accepted over time.

We’ve all had this kind of interview:

Ten social network settings you should check right away. These platforms don’t always default in the direction you’d like. Double-check your settings, just to be sure you’re showing and hiding what you’d like. I had to move a few settings over myself, here.

Cyberloafing is good for you:

“Employees who browse the web more end up being more engaged at work, so why fight that if it’s in moderation?” says Don J.Q. Chen, a researcher at the National University of Singapore and a co-author of the new report, presented Tuesday at the annual meeting of the Academy of Management.

[…]

Chen says the web surfing provided the workers with “an instantaneous recovery.” “When you’re stressed at work and feel frustrated, go cyberloaf. Go on the net. After your break, you come back to work refreshed.”

I think the best part about this story is how Neil Armstrong, Jim Lovell and Gene Cernan are relatable to audiences worldwide:

Armstrong was joined (in Afghanistan) by 83-year-old Jim Lovell, who famously commanded and rescued the botched Apollo 13 mission in 1970, and Gene Cernan, 77, who was the last man to set foot on the moon.

For Afghan trainee Lieutenant Khan Agha Ghaznavi, meeting “these great men who have actually been to the moon and could answer my questions directly… it’s overwhelming”.

That’s appeal.

When I was young, and at a summer day camp, I heard a speaker talk about his time drifting in the Pacific ocean. I don’t remember all of the details about his story, other than that he and his shipmates were in the sea for days, that their buddies were being picked off by the sharks and that they’d learned, through — trial and fatal error — the best way to stay afloat without attracting the attention of the predators.

For five days they struggled to survive. Some 900 men went into the water. Just 317 were rescued.

I remembered the name of the ship when I heard the story years later and after I’d become interested in the history of that era. It was during a re-watching of Jaws, where the ship captain tells the same tale. This fictional character and the real man we heard as children were both on the USS Indianapolis. They’d delivered the first atomic bomb to the Army Air Corps and were later hit by two Japanese torpedoes.

As dramatic stories go, they don’t become any more intense than this one. From start to finish — when the shipment began in 1945, to the court martial the captain face (he was the only U.S. captain that lost a boat in the war put on trial for it), to his being restored to active duty and his eventual 1949 retirement or even to the Japanese sub commander who said in 2000 “”I had a feeling it was contrived from the beginning” or to his Congressional exoneration later that same year — this is a sad and epic tale.

And now it will be a movie. Hope they play it straight up.


4
Aug 11

All of these things squeak or squawk

This being the first week of August it is time for the annual television programming party. Yes, modern TVs feature the automatic channel surfing feature, which can resolve the situation in a matter of moments. Yes, our television is modern.

Also, we have a DVR with a tuning card the cable company provided rendering this automatic tuning feature useless. They’ve also provided a printed cable pamphlet written by a sugar-addled copywriter and a regularly changing lineup that amazes and confounds simple viewers like me.

So the process begins, ignoring the guide, which is a programming feature, and manually flipping through the channels manually. Writing down the stations that exist, making note of the station and then continuing on to the next one. I worked through the first third of the array today, noting we receive four home shopping networks, more Jersey Shore than any teen needs and, in my Super Digital Ultra Deluxe Package 3000 I can’t have Morgan Freeman educating me about wormholes. Oh, I know the Science Channel exists, I can get the icon in the user interface, but not any of the programming.

When we first moved in we had the Science Channel, and it was soon taken away. For one brief period we could watch the show, and Morgan Freeman narrated the heck out of it. And then it was gone. Through the wormhole, as it were.

Worked. Emailed. Read. We also visited World Market, where I was told to come back on Tuesday, or possibly Thursday, to find the thing I’d wanted on Monday. The young lady at the front walked me through two of the stands at the front, did not find it and made a phone call. “Come back,” she said in a hopeful, helpful way. And so we did.

And we looked, not finding the item du jour again. And then another lady helped me find the proper label. That was a nice service. I like World Market, and you will too.

See? They made it easy for me to spend my money there today.

Then we started birthday shopping. The Yankee has a particular item on her list, and now we must find it. So we’re looking for summer sales, and hit three stores, finding the right size, but the wrong details, or the right details but the wrong size, and so on. We’ll hit a few more stores tomorrow.

In the meantime, the farmers market, where we picked up a watermelon, cantaloupe, okra and peaches. Dropped them off at home and visited one of the neighborhood parks.

The Southeastern Raptor Rehabilitation Center was performing an owl release, and they turned it into a big evening party. Live music, food, raffles, bouncing things for the kids, Aubie, the winged ones. I made a video:

And when we got back home we rode our bikes, a quick seven mile evening.

Very warm, nice summer day, lovely in every way. Hope yours was too.


28
Jul 11

Travel day

Spent today in the lovely, polite Portland airport where the teenagers who work at Wendy’s neither understand or agree with what their corporate overlords are telling them and where the TSA agents are very chatty about their work problems and don’t seem especially concerned about performing their jobs.

Also, they are not able to distinguish between gel and liquid, so take that public education system.

And then there was five hours in the cramped exit row of a plane. Really, Delta, we pick the exit rows for the space (and, yes, the responsibility, because I at least trust myself) but this plane’s blueprints had a flaw somewhere.

And then we whisked through the Atlanta airport, to the shuttle, to the car and then back home, where the old lady at Cracker Barrel locked the door in our face with a smile. Hey, you don’t want my money, that’s fine. I’ll happily spend it somewhere else forever.

I tend to get indignant about my capitalism after nine hours of travel.

So we visited Mellow Mushroom, which should have been closed based on their door, but the neon burned, and the pizza cooked because, sure man, whatever. I love Mellow Mushroom. I like spending my money there. (See how that works?)

Anyway, here’s Smith Hall at Lewis & Clark, where we’ve spent the last five days writing.

SmithHall

Successful trip, nice mini-vacation, a small new section of the country explored and approved of (Congratulations, Thomas Jefferson) and looking forward to a return trip in some future temperate season. We lost two hours and about 30 degrees of July in this trip. There’s nothing wrong with that at all.

Anyway, those are apple trees. They are dropping fruit and squirrels and kids are handling the rest. The squirrels are fearless:

squirrel

You could get so close that you could catch that guy. But you couldn’t have gotten him through TSA or into Cracker Barrel.


21
Jul 11

Oregon pictures, Day Two

Or, more appropriately, Washington pictures. But the trip is about Portland, which is in Oregon, so this foray into the Evergreen State. Because if you’re this close, and you’ve never been there before, you want to see Mount St. Helens.

We’re in the woods, about a quarter of a way up the road that will take us near the volcano. We walked down one path, and then another, and over a stream, and down to the end of the path and then farther still:

Woods

The trees, they are very big:

deadwood

One of the trails we strolled down:

Trail

Even in Washington you can’t get away from Alabama. We saw an elk grazing through the lens, but check out the bottom right corner:

Fairhope

It was overcast, and chilly, because you’re gaining altitude with each curve in the road, but we’re here to see the volcano behind those clouds:

Yankee

There’s Mount St. Helens, partially obscured by clouds. On a clear day you can still see steam rising from the crater:

StHelens

Though I prefer the pic that’s sitting two above for sentimental reasons, this is one of the best images I got of the mountain: 

StHelens

You meet interesting people on the side of a mountain. Some people get out of their car, take a picture and climb back inside to go on to the next place in their day. Others stop just long enough to read the signs. And then there was this couple who took this photograph.

I like to think I’m a fairly funny guy. I like to make people laugh. And if my jokes don’t do it I can always fall back on being funny looking. But they would hardly crack a smile. We traded pictures, though, they told us about the next view point and then they got back in their car and drove away.

StHelens

I took this one from the road. Only passengers get this shot:

StHelens

Look. Clearly there is snow on Mount St. Helens. There’s a small glacier on Mt. Hood. But I did not expect to see on the roadside. This is July. We’re wearing sweatshirts. It is a little bit chilly. And there’s snow. This is fundamentally wrong:

Snow

Overwhelmed by mountains? Have a flower:

Macro

We’ve transitioned from the phone’s camera to the D-SLR. The Yankee on our trail:

Trail

A Yankee-less trail.

Trail

Water on blades:

Macro

Mount St. Helens, just as the clouds moved out ever-so-briefly. We were told we’re about 10 miles off the face of the mountain sitting here:

StHelens


14
Jul 11

Stuck in the 1930s

Rode my bike today for the first time in eight days. Rode Wednesday of last week, overslept Thursday, broke the bike on Friday, got it back Tuesday, was rainish Wednesday and here we are.

So we set out and I pedaled on for about three miles. Hit a stop sign to wait for The Yankee — and make adjustments to my saddle — when a fine little wave of nausea rolled over me. The sun is shining, the heat is blaring and I’m hunched over like the guy who might have had the bad borscht. Oh I was fine, it was just the dizzies and the light headedness that got me. I’m blaming the eight days off.

Figuring the last thing anyone needed was an embarrassing blackout incident I called it a ride and, slowly, pedaled my way back home. So, after watched three days of wonderful Tour de France coverage, my triumphant return was just shy of nine miles. That’s just disappointing.

But I’m fine, thanks.

Spent a little bit of time tracking this guy down:

Smith

That’s Earle Smith, Alabama Polytechnic class of 1930. He’s a 2nd lieutenant in the University’s ROTC in this photograph. He was also a baseball player, the football team manager, a member of the literary society and other things during his time in school.

He’s important because The War Eagle Reader was running a feature on him. Seems that just before the war came to him in North Africa, he took a tour of the deserts of Egypt. His guide walked him up to the Sphinx and, as the story was retold goes, he paid the guide to look away and hand over a chisel. Smith (no relation) chiseled War Eagle into the old monument.

And then he got his nose bloodied by Rommel before ultimately defeating Hitler.

What happened to the army captain after his sandy vandalism is a modern mystery. The story made its way into the student paper in 1944, so one presumes he came home from the war. He’d majored in secondary education so I assume he taught for 10 years or so before the war got in his way. Maybe he came home and was able to easily get back to the business of raising his kids and wondering how his students got such wacky thoughts in their heads. He would have been teaching right up until the mid-1960s, after all.

But that’s just speculation. The Internet doesn’t know what became of the man.

I’ve been having this conversation with a guy out west about a relative he had who fought, and died, in the Pacific. Maj. Adam Hallmark is the modern military man. His fourth cousin was Dean Hallmark, who I wrote about earlier this year. Interesting little story.

Anyway, Adam has come across big stores of new information since we first talked and he sent me some pictures this week.

This is thought to be Auburn, possibly campus, in 1936:

campus

Dean Hallmark would recognize just 15 buildings on campus today, not counting the president’s mansion and the chapel.

This is Glenn Avenue:

campus

I haven’t driven the length of it yet for the express purpose of comparing it to this photograph, but I’m betting nothing in this picture remains. And it is a shame about that motorcycle.

UPDATE (Sept 13, 2011): Adam just forwarded along pictures of the ticket books athletes received to attend sporting events back in the 1930s. This is his fourth-cousin’s and, as you can see, is in excellent condition:

ticket

It was also never used:

ticket

Before magnetic strips and photo IDs they had a funny way of making sure you weren’t stealing someone else’s ticket:

campus

General appearance? I bet you couldn’t say that today.