Monday, February 16, 2009

New Era of Journalism, 101

Social Media and Journalism

So last month I attended a panel discussion on the way social media (Twitter, YouTube, Facebook, etc.) have changed the way the public approaches news. The panelists offered varied and distinct views on the way such things can be leverage by people working in the business. I got to hang out for a bit with Shirley Brady from BusinessWeek.com and Andy Carvin with NPR after the panel was over.

The link above will take you to a recording of the discussion. I suggest you download it to playback later, the acoustics are kinda rough. It runs pretty long, just under an hour and a half, but is pretty good stuff. As one my colleagues put it, "If you still want to be working in the news business in the next few years, you should listen to this discussion."

My apologies if there are any hard to hear portions. If anyone needs something clarified, let me know and I will help make sense of it.

Social Media and Journalism
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Flame and Bone

When I was made from fire
Poured into the tender vessel of caution
That keeps my smoke from rising
Quickly did I discover that apart from crisp drizzles or falling snow
The world chilled my touched
Walking the narrow cornered gap between girders and cut stone
One learns to tuck his shoulders in or risk
Jostling a neighbor passing by rapt with want
For a clear path without the distraction
Of another man's boiling eyes
The tip of a finger
That oldest of all weapons
Grown deadlier and pristine in its invention
Gathers a mote of a cinder on its bare flesh
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Prying open the tender seam
Where the oil of thought dews
Offering a new wick to ignite
Squirming alive as a salamander of mischief
That yearns for a taste of air it is so ready to devour
The steam of breath betrays me
Before the glint of orange spreads
In popping bright waves
Eroding the fibers feeding it
Leaving naught but ash
As my shell of quietude falls away