OK, so this isn’t exactly a self-made blogcast. My colleague Gregory Treadwell asked the questions and did the edits, but we think it’s not bad.
It’s the next in a series of short vids we’re making (mainly Greg) for AUT’s New Media Journalism class.
In this clip Greg asked me about digital optimism and digital pessimism and the impact of online journalism and blogging on the public sphere – what he likes to call the “national conversation”.
Our first series of interviews, with NZ Herald Online editor Jeremy Rees, and Scoop managing editor, Selwyn Manning, covers the differences between a more mainstream news outfit and a web-only start-up.
“Dog whistling”, or “dog whistle politics” is a relatively new term that’s emerged in politics over the past decade or so. It refers to the art of calling up your supporters and getting them riled up by using subtly coded language that appeals to their baser instincts.
I’ve used it recently and it’s riled up some readers who are not sympathetic to EM.
Ah, I love the blogosphere, even if it doesn’t always love me.
In a recent post I commented on an Australian newspaper columnist’s piece about the arrest in Singapore of ABC journalist Peter Lloyd on serious drug charges.
The columnist came across my post, which criticised him for dog whistling to the tune of Australian racism about Asia, Asians and non-Western cultural values.
As can happen, the columnist responded on his blog site, which is hosted at the Daily Telegraph in Sydney.
It’s really 34-19 in fleshlife [final score, too], here in MartyWorld it’s not quite there yet.
This is the 3rd “live” update of the ABs v Wallabies rugby match.
You might want to look at this first, but then again you might just want to go here.
The Australian Broadcasting Corporation (ABC) correspondent, Peter Lloyd, is now facing three additional and, as yet, unspecified charges following a brief court appearance in Singapore today [Friday 25 July]
Peter was arrested last week and charged with trafficking about a gram of methamphetamine (ice). According to media reports he looks worried, gaunt and like a “broken man”.
And who wouldn’t. Facing 20 years in a Singapore jail and up to 15 lashes with a heavy rattan cane, would make even the staunchest crack addict blanche.
What troubles me more though, is the way this case is being used to attack the ABC and dog whistle Australian racism.
Sometimes it’s hard to get anything done. You think you’ve turned a corner and, like the Tour de France, the next incline is steeper and the pelleton has disappeared up the fuck&n mountain.
It’s like that in my neck of the digital woods too. For every step we take, there’s the awkward rhythm of an accompanying backward shuffle. Now it seems we’re all too far behind the convergence fusbal to even attempt a behind (AFL speak for non-Australians).
I’ve just (how remiss of me) come across yet another online journalism site that offers groovy apps and swingeing critiques of journalism education.
I’ve been keeping an eye on the Beat Blogging trend in journalism. I’m not sure where it’s going, but, as I suspected, something’s got to give.
Beat blogging is the reportorial art of encouraging, inveigling and cajoling your local contacts to help you out via social networking. It’s a cool idea and one that journalists with a digital brain will one day figure out.
But, if you’re going to do the beat blogging shtick, what are you – as a savvy young reporter, with a job – going to ditch?
Moac accompanied me to the Auckland Film Festival screening of the new doco about Hunter S. Thompson on the weekend. Things did not start well.
And to top it off, the film left me disappointed. Okay, before the howls of protest and angry replies start flooding in, let me explain.
I am a devoted fan of HST and all he stands for. Thompson is one of my journalistic heroes, alongside George Orwell and one or two others.
The disappointment stems from the fact that the doco covered the last 30 years of Hunter’s life in about 3 minutes and ignored many important things about him that deserve to be remembered and celebrated.
Thompson’s life did not end in 1974. But first the fear and loathing…
I don’t go to film festivals very often, here’s why.
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