That’s what I’m beginning to think after looking at the shifts in social media for an essay in The Tyee. The youngest adults are a lot less keen on public display than the two generations that preceded them.
After more than 10 years of social media platforms spreading too much information about everyone, I think it’s no coincidence that the first true digital natives are opting for a more private form of social media. Direct messaging apps like Snapchat and Slack offer networking in discrete groups without an audience of lurkers.
And speaking of smarter approaches to social media, I reviewed Mark Carrigan’s book Social Media for Academics. Unlike the digital marketing guru types who exaggerate the wonders of the app du jour, the University of Warwick sociology prof has a pragmatic approach. He suggests you think long and hard about what you’re hoping to get out of social media before wasting time on it.
His well-researched book is treasure trove of books and articles that will help SM novices – I know, that sounds so rude -- understand why and how to develop an online presence. Or skip it.
I’ve been recommending the book to would-be-networkers in every industry. ~END~ - Read more
As someone who has spent much her life with her nose in a book, I’m quite happy to pass on reading suggestions as a public service. But I was delighted to learn that it could also be a career.
The idea of bibliotherapy falls in and out of fashion, but since therapeutic reading has become all the rage again, I’ve decided to hang out my shingle as a Literary Apothecary. I announced my intentions earlier this month in The Tyee.
I’m still looking for an appealing space for my clinic. I fancy a Victorian house with a bookshop on the lower floor, where we will fill the prescriptions. I need bright airy rooms on the upper floors where patients will be able to read in peace, preferably while lolling about on chaises longues. In the afternoon’s we’ll serve cake.
Now how could that sort of intellectual spa fail to be therapeutic? ~end~ - Read more
Print reporters used to refer to the perishable nature of our copy as “tomorrow’s fishwrap” which is probably why I’m still so chuffed when anything I write lives longer than a week.
This piece from 2013 about the value of studying philosophy got a new life last week in vlog by a professor at Mount St. Mary’s University in Maryland, Christopher Anadale.
Surprisingly, for a discipline that is supposedly passé, philosophy turns out to have a small army of fans. The Salon version of the piece has had more 22,000 pick-ups in Facebook and Twitter alone.
That could be because, as a Yahoo writer discovered last year when she surveyed salaries by American college majors, philosophy grads earned more money than accounting majors. Number five on the list of humanities degrees is a journalism major – provided you don’t use it to do journalism, of course.
I’ve been saying that news sites are no longer reporters, they’re repeaters for more than a decade, but in 2014 I decided to stop reading most of them. (Really, if you give them your traffic you're just encouraging bad content.) I wrote a piece about how I have begun to exclude the junk from my reading list, and replace it with books.
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As has often been the case in my career I don’t find jobs so much as they find me. I was caught off guard a few months ago when I got an email from someone I didn’t know complaining about the newsletter being late.
What newsletter, I wondered vaguely, assuming it was some email gone astray. I sent her a quick response letting her know she contacted the wrong person.
She promptly responded that she was looking for me, by name. And she wanted to know why the newsletter recommending good podcasts had stopped publishing. And frankly, she thought it was a touch unprofessional to just disappear without an announcement.
Oh. That newsletter. She was referring to what I long ago nicknamed The Virtual Newsroom. Her “newsletter” was actually a private email list of journalism shop-talk among my pals that had apparently been circulating well beyond my pals.
I’ve long said that radio podcasting is journalism’s future and I’m happy to note that my crystal ball is in good working order. (No, I don’t want to talk about all the times it was wrong.)
As predicted, Serial turned out to be the podcast to change podcasts, mixing fine narrative journalism with true crime reporting. But Serial is just the podcast with the widest reach. I did a piece for Swerve magazine last month discussing the boom in professional, broadcast quality podcasts, which includes many former American public radio reporters expanding into the private podcasting business.
There’s the delightful Start-up, produced by former This American Life-er Alex Blumberg who regales us with tales of his missteps launching a for-profit podcasting company. And I’ve become quite fond of The Bittersweet Life, conversations between a pair of American women in their 30s living the ex-pat life in Rome. I also recommend Criminal, a side project of a trio of radio reporters who cover the crime beat. They cover weird true crime stories and other eccentric things. I wrote about the episode on how to spot liars and I recommend it, but I think my favourite episode is the one about the elderly Raymond Chandler fans who celebrate their own love by reuniting the ashes of the mystery writer and his beloved wife. It manages to be both weird and romantic. (You can find all these podcasts in iTunes too.)
So while I’ve been writing about matchmaking gone wrong, and the measles outbreak being good for the body politic if not the actual bodies, the only thing I really, really want to talk about is the radio renaissance. I think it’s the most interesting thing to happen in entertainment since the arrival of broadband and Web 2.0 which, come to think of it, looked an awful lot like the original radio boom of the 1920s. ~ END~ - Read more
For decades now I’ve dismissed the pundits predicting the death of broadcast radio, or as they call it “terrestrial radio.” Until this morning that is. On demand radio just killed terrestrial radio in my house.
I’ve always been a radio listener, particularly on Sunday mornings. But this morning I flicked on my kitchen radio only to be met with a CBC documentary I'd already heard. In another era I might have surfed the dial. But the commercial radio offerings are so bad as to have reached the point my broadcasting instructors called “unlistenable.” An ugly mix of artificially loud professional voices, dumb talk, idiot call-in shows, and/or cheezy music, all sandwiched between dense walls of commercials. I haven’t listened to commercial radio in decades.
FIRE-UP THE iTHINGY
Instead, I fired up my iPad with an external speaker and listened online. First I caught the CBC national news and The Current podcasts I'd missed. Then I switched to a series of BBC and NPR public affairs podcasts to catch up on the international news. Then I moved on to some of my favourite indie podcasts.
I wanted a second listen of the final episode of Serial. Unlike the reporter Sarah Koenig, I do think Adnan is entirely innocent. You can’t manage that kind of strangling murder and bury the body in a forest without some sort of physical evidence tying you to the body.
NPR’s Pop Culture Happy Hour always makes me laugh and their offbeat recommendations for the stuff making them happy this week – books, websites, other podcasts, music, journalism – are often great finds.
Then I caught up on Criminal, a podcast about quirky crimes and criminology by some moonlighting radio reporters who do superb research. I’m interested in journalism so I also listened to podcasts on national and American media issues with The Pub and On the Media.
Four more newspapers bit the dust across Canada over the last two weeks, and while the loss of three of the Metro give-away papers is no loss at all, Toronto's sharply written Grid will be much missed.
The Grid is the rebranded version of the Toronto Star's Eye Weekly, a long-running alt weekly that changed direction in 2011, trying to catch a younger audience.
It was a much more interesting paper than the tired old Now magazine, but the latter also attracts the aged baby boomers, now in their early 70s. Meanwhile, the under-40 set leans heavily on mobiles, and advertisers know it.
And the simple fact is that most of us view the give-away newspapers, full of advertorial, as birdcage liner. I haven't picked up one the street box freebies in years. If I'm in a waiting room, or a restaurant, I read on a mobile. I have the New Yorker in my pocket, along with dozens of novels and all the headlines from the last 15 minutes.
So where I live, stacks of cheesy papers full of fat flyers go directly from the apartment building doorstep to the recycling bin. (We've given up trying to persuade the guy who drops them there to stop it, and now just trash them promptly.) Friends in the tonier neighbourhoods lobby to keep the euphemistically named "controlled circulation" junk off their doorsteps. - Read more
I listen to radio like it's 1935 and I live in London. I'm a big fan of the BBC, which still delivers drama as well as superb coverage on culture with a huge library of beautifully produced podcasts.
But I'm no anglophile snob when it comes to podcasts. I listen to lots of independently produced radio, both professional and hobbyist, and I'm always on the hunt for something new. Which is why I got recommendations from my podcast loving pals for a recent piece on how Canada is a radio nation,
Here are the highlights:
- Welcome to Night Vale: it's a quirky kind of radio theatre disguised as a community radio announcements for the fictional desert town of Night Vale. It's a weird little burgh that sounds as if it's uncomfortably close to Roswell.
- The Nerdist: Chris Hardwick is a stand-up comic who has long, smart conversations with Hollywood writers, directors, and actors, many of whom are his pals. It's a treasure trove that includes interviews with legendary show runner Joss Whedon (Buffy, Angel, Firefly, SHIELD) who now directs the Avengers film franchise and the surprisingly witty Jaime King. She's a super model turned actress, whose willowy blonde beauty lends itself to playing ditzes (hence my surprise she's not one). She's brilliant as Lemon Breeland on the underrated TV dramedy Hart of Dixie. - Read more
Canada is undeniably a (public) radio nation, as I argued over at TheTyee.ca two weeks ago, and the poll of more than 800 people proved it. Sort of.
What the Tyee poll lacks in science it makes up in passion, and the comments are far more interesting than the numbers.
I learned two things.
The first is that I really should be watching Murdoch Mysteries, since the enthusiasm for this show is right over the top. And the second is that while the respondents agree with me two-to-one that we should preserve radio over TV, if push comes to shove, the remaining third wrote an enthusiastic defence of TV. Many support it just on principle. They acknowledge that much of CBC TV sucks, but they don't want it cut; they want it improved.
It appears that the public -- or as much of it as is willing to respond to polls -- wants a genuinely Canadian alternative to the tsunami of crap content hitting our airwaves from the south.
In terms TV lovers can understand: they want a little more Orphan Black and little less Two-and-Half Men with Niqabs.
And judging by the shows they defended most and loudest, it struck me that it would be as much as the lives of CBC management were worth to kill the superb TV documentaries including shows like my personal fave, Marketplace.
So I was surprised an this week's announcement that management is proposing to cut CBC TV news and docs as part of its investment in "digital." That means they're going to concentrate on technology's bells and whistles -- the delivery system -- and give up on producing the stuff to be delivered.
Let's call it the broadcasting equivalent of a smart bomb strategy. Save the buildings; kill the people.- Read more
The Mamet on Main collective's production of Oleanna has turned the controversial two-hander about the clash of power and gender politics into a thrilling three-hander. The audience functions like a subtle Greek chorus in the confines of the Little Mountain Gallery theatre.
And I'm so sorry you'll never see it. The last show is on Sunday night. Maybe you can bribe someone to hand over his reservation?
The 50-seat theatre-in-the-round setting puts the audience in that claustrophobic office with the professor and his female student and the show pulls some of its energy from us.
When the vile professor says he loves teaching, you can hear a skeptical chuckle. When the action turns angry, there's a gasp. And throughout the intense 80 minutes you can feel sympathies shifting from teacher-to-student and back again as David Mamet's carefully weighted script reveals fact-after-damning-fact about both characters.
RATS IN A BAG
This production made me see the play differently. Director Quelemia Sparrow draws out the nuance in the 22-year-old text, which has a reputation for misogyny. Many (most?) versions pit the feminist student against the male professor and make him the victim of political correctness. That's not what we see here.
John and Carol are more like a couple of rats in a bag. Vicious, sure. But it's not personal or political; it's their nature. The play becomes less about political fashions than about power and its abuses. The real villains of the piece are the institutions on both sides of the debate that grant some people the power to turn their self-serving whims into law.- Read more