The era of new media has arrived. Importance will shift from centralized organizations to freelance journalists who must then supply the primary reporting necessary to maintain a rapid and ethical news cycle. Photographers will snap pictures destined for the front-page on smartphones; writers will draft on tablets; and editorial teams will conference via Skype or Oovoo. Media collection will become more democratic, but yet I can’t quite shake the nostalgia of ink-stained fingers flipping pages at the breakfast table.
Both serve winning commentary, but “The Colbert Report” reigns. The way Stephen sweeps his hand while proclaiming, “Nation,” is majestic.
To be a modern day genie and grant wishes by wrinkling my nose.
The Czech Republic is at the top of my list. The cobblestones, castles and revolutionary culture call to me.
I once profiled a do-it-yourself punk venue that was forced to close after a local music writer exposed the secret scene dwelling there. It was a valuable lesson in the consequences of seemingly well-intentioned journalism.
I collect coffee sleeves from each significant place I’ve travelled. They serve as breadcrumbs tracing my journey from casual sampler to coffee connoisseur.
“Hip: The History” by John Leland
Lil B. But not for the superficial reasons: his impressive grill or crass lyrics. Lil B prods the media near weekly like an imp playing with a red-hot fire poker. He commands the sphere of social media and releases mixtapes faster than Lil Wayne in his heyday. Lil B celebrates his eccentricities and mobilizes irony to craft his public persona. Plus, I’ve always liked to cook.
The head elf in Santa’s workshop or a writer. I wore a lot of stripes and used to publish a weekly chronicle of family happenings. The latter career path was more socially acceptable.
