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20
Sep 12

The evolving journalism pedagogy

“The ‘fundamentals’ of anything are challenging simply because so much else rests on their shoulders,” wrote professor Chris Arnold. It works nicely with the popular line “I don’t teach software, I teach skills.” Professor Mindy McAdams went a step further this week in a Nieman Lab essay, imploring readers to train young journalists to be lifelong learners:

Most of them chose journalism because they like to write. Anything that involves HTML, CSS, code, or programming makes many of them almost shut down, shrink away, move toward the door. We have all kinds of challenges in journalism education, but this one is front and center, right now. It’s not just students’ avoidance of things perceived to be somehow math-related. It’s also:

Reluctance to spend time exploring something that doesn’t have an explicit or immediate payoff

Skepticism or negative attitude toward any task that’s not spelled out in detail

The tendency to give up and say “I can’t” or “I don’t know how”

Preoccupation with a process, such as writing, instead of with stories

This applies to storytelling as much as to technology. Any time a student says “You didn’t tell us we had to do that” in a conversation about a poor grade on a story, you’re hearing evidence of this challenge. The more students insist on explicit instructions, the further they are from independence.

You could do something by rote requirement of a class, but there’s no critical thinking there.

Students can thrive from learning how to evaluate which skills are best for any given story. (I’ve yet to have a sophomore intuitively understand how they might leverage the huge strength of their Facebook account for their journalism, for example.) They need to be encouraged to experiment with new tools. They must learn to overcome the fear of ruining sites or databases or equipment. (You aren’t inclined to tinker if tech intimidates you.) They have to learn how to discern which medium, methods and tools are the best for their particular story. When they do, you get independent thought and critical thinking.

None of these things involve just showing them what is useful here or there. Far better to help students realize those things themselves because a successful career requires a healthy curiosity to stay in the curve. The newsrooms from which they retire in 40 years won’t be anything like the first ones they’ll enter today, after all.

McAdams also mentions Ira Glass, who has some points worth digesting:

I try to encourage enthusiasm among students because it can carry over into their studies and work. Real education comes from understanding the joy of learning.

That’s pretty fundamental.

In other news I’m fighting muscle spasms around my shoulder again. I’ll be fully recovered in another month. And the pain will go away by Christmas, he said. I should have thought to ask the surgeon how long the spasms will last.

If you spend enough time on a heating pad you don’t have much to write about here. Go figure.

So this, a helpful cross section of the people representing us at the presidential conventions.

Clearly video and poking fun at them is the proper way to tell this story. Have a lovely evening.


12
Sep 12

Volume 98 begins

It was a late night. About 2:30 or 3 this morning, I think, when they finished their newspaper. Much faster than the first night last year. Not as fast as they’ll be later in the year, of course. And of course time doesn’t matter so much. Work on it until the sun rises if it means the quality is good.

And the first paper is pretty good. This is a young staff, with only one returning section editor from last year. They’re learning as they go, and we’ll make sure they learn a lot. But for a first edition, this is promising. You can see it online here.

We had our first critique meeting just after lunch today. Four members of the editorial staff were there, and we laughed and told jokes and asked questions about this or that in the paper. There are errors to correct, but there are many things to brag on. Later in the day they received compliments from two big titles in the university’s administration. That’s a nice pat on the back, too.

Spent part of the afternoon unpacking a few new cameras for the department.

Panasonic HD

We have added a large handful of new high definition equipment this year. When they handed me this part of my job a few years ago it was a mess. As of today we are an all-HD shop.

A great plan from the faculty, great support from the university’s administration and attention to detail have made it happen. The digital video center is a part of the program we are proud of.

Hard working students, smart planning among the faculty and an administration that is taking part. No wonder Samford is a great place to work.

Pretty, too. This is one of our lovely buildings, as the afternoon is winding down:

Brooks

And this is west campus, from Talbird Circle, looking back toward Seibert Hall:

Talbird

This came up on Twitter. Someone we know from Alabama, and from Auburn, is back at Alabama for law school. But before she returned to Tuscaloosa she came to visit the Cumberland School of Law at Samford. She’s jealous, but, you know, they are all beautiful campuses.

Chick-fil-A now wants your name, for when your order is ready. The guy at the cash register asked. Threw me for a loop. Why does everyone need my name? This is probably a good idea at lunchtime. For now I hope I can hear them over the din of the … three people in here at dinner.

Also that manager is working. That guy. You know the one; he moonlights as security at concerts so he can get his authority on. One night I saw him almost work his way into a fistfight over what time he closed his store. He’s a bit aggressive with his employees, too. Just a bit intense for a chicken place.

Remember, during the week of Chick-fil-A Week of Free Publicity, that after the I Eat Mor Chickun campaign, there was to be a kiss-in after that. Some wondered if that would devolve into a nasty scene. If there were going to be fisticuffs it wouldn’t have surprised me to learn it involved him.

Here’s why you love Chick-fil-A, though: the guy who took my order gave me a coupon for a free sandwich for the delay. I’d waited an eternity, three minutes.

More rehab tonight. I’m sore, but that’s more muscle sore than injury sore. Seems I can easily overdo it, that’s progress. So, yes, let’s do that again.

And then I did an hour of intervals on a bike, clocking 19.5 miles and showing watts and METs I don’t understand. I’m just waiting for the muscle spasms to go away. A few days after that — I have to make sure they aren’t trying to trick me — then I’ll try to really ride again. It has been a while, but my shoulder says no rush. So far I’ve been inclined to agree, which seems odd. I try not to think about it.

Arms are too sore, you see.


6
Sep 12

What do drills, churches and ice chests have in common?

Sounds you don’t want to hear at your surgeon’s office: an electric drill.

Not just a drill powering a bit pushing a screw through wood, but that screeching screw in a knot and the drill doesn’t have enough mustard to force it through sound of shrillness.

That was late today. One of the ortho’s assistants was impressed to note I was not in a brace, but it has been a while. She didn’t know the case. She did tell me to be careful climbing onto the examination bed, so maybe she did know the case.

Anyway, took another X-ray. The doctor asked me to raise my hand over my head, I can. He asked me to put my hand behind my head. I can. He said he was pleased with my progress and that I was making an excellent recovery.

I told him I’ve felt pretty good the last few days, at least when I don’t overdo it. I’m having muscle spasms, but we think that might be the driving.

He told me the pain will go away by Christmas.

In happier news, I work on a beautiful campus:

ReidChapel

That’s A. Hamilton Reid Chapel, which I’ve posted here a few times before. It was built in the image of the first Baptist church built in the Americas which was, apparently, in Rhode Island. You can see the resemblance.

The coolest science video you’ll see today, where a Stanford scientist explains how his team’s research is besting steroid-enhanced performance.

“What we can do” he says in the video, “by extracting heat from one hand, is we can dramatically improve performance.”

So we’re all re-purposing our ice chests this weekend, right?


31
Aug 12

Where I gingerly complain

My physical therapist spent his entire time driving his elbows and forearms into my shoulders. It felt like he was just grinding my bones away.

His job is to assist in regaining a range of motion — which is doing very well, thank you — and minimize the impact of scar tissue. Instead he just performed top rope elbow drops on my shoulders.

It helped, a little, I suppose. By the end of the day I could feel it in my hands and in my head. Ice wasn’t doing anything, so I switched to heat. Then I tried the foam roller — great for legs after a long ride or a hard workout. I just wedged that between my shoulder blades and hoped for the best.

So, now, ready for bed, I feel better than I have all day, which has been less than desirable.

Sorry to complain, but muscles that aren’t spasming are sore because of the strain. That’s just wrong.

Football season is upon us and I’m posting photographs we found last week while sifting through archives in Auburn University’s collection in honor of this most festive time of the year. This one is Dean James Foy and an unnamed young lady hanging out with, I’m guessing, either War Eagle III (1960-1964) or War Eagle IV (1964-1980).

Foy

I mentioned Dean Foy, who died just two years ago, in a roundtable piece for TWER the other day. It has been broken up into segments here and here and here. I find it hysterical, though, that the Dean would get no closer to the eagle.

But then I remember what the raptor experts always say. “He’s thinking ‘If I were bigger, I would eat you.'” Good advice to remember.


30
Aug 12

Ow. Ow. Ow.

Being sore is a pretty lousy experience. I like to think that I have good control of my body. I can change my breathing, I can lower my heart rate. I can change the blood pressure readings on that machine at the grocery store. But I could not get the muscles in m back to unclench tonight.

It started in my left shoulder, my physical therapist tells me that has to do with muscles that wrap from the clavicle and through and around. It spread from my left shoulder into my right shoulder tonight. The Yankee said “You look like you’re about to cry.”

I told her I was trying not to move, because I had a sense that if I moved, at all, it would only get worse. Maybe, I’d thought, I can force these muscles to relax. That was the word selection in my head, and I found the contradiction delightful.

Instead I started coughing which was the opposite of not moving.

And so I’ve had upper back spasms for most of the evening and the night.

I’m ready to feel better, thanks.

More meetings today. I think I have already reached my quotient for the semester. And so I shifted to email. Well, let me just tell you, mister, I’m on the hook for a lot of email. And so I write a lot of them.

I’m due a new phone. The technology services staff passed them out over the summer and they installed mine … in a different office in a different building. I brought it to my office yesterday and discovered that someone will have to come and do something to the phone jacks to make this thing go. Gone are the days of simply plugging in a phone and hearing a dial tone. This one requires the Internet and some special pixie dust in the wall outlet.

Also it delivers voicemail directly to your email. That’s just strange.

I’m sure the innovations held therein are the biggest advancements since we abandoned party lines. This upgrade might be a step too far, too fast, though. I’m pretty sure my old office phone is at least 30 years old. Imagine giving Calbraith Perry Rodgers, the first man to fly across the country in 1911 (49 days! 70 stops!), a Messerschmitt Me 163A, which in 1941 set an unofficial speed record of 624 miles per hour. (That record was broken by Heini Dittmar, a German born just before Rodgers set on on his transcontinental feat.)

My new phone is exactly like that, only I can’t fly it.

Football season is upon us and I’m posting photographs we found last week while sifting through archives in Auburn University’s collection in honor of this most festive time of the year. This young lady is holding two tickets to the 1971 Iron Bowl. Not sure what she is standing behind and why, but this game featured third-ranked Alabama, fifth-ranked Auburn. These tickets were like cash.

tickets

Too bad Alabama won 31-7 and gave them a conference championship. I bet she was inconsolable after the game.