tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126732422024-03-08T12:23:41.168-05:00In the airby Bethany HorneBéthanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10562724656915318206noreply@blogger.comBlogger332125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12673242.post-74028860403339512272012-01-17T13:06:00.000-05:002012-01-17T13:06:30.395-05:00Bastion CityEcuador: so much to say, no one really to say it to. It's a good place. It's my home place. People here know that, by now, even though I don't look like someone who'd have a home place here. Over there, in the north, it's easy to look like you belong but it never feels like it.<br />
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First photos from <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/groundhog593/sets/72157628894396763/">my trip home</a>.<br />
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The name of this place is "Bastion Popular," literally a safe haven for the people. From Doug Saunders' book <i>Arrival City</i>, a look at slums worldwide and their role in urbanizing rural populations and serving as a vehicle out of poverty:<br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq">"The arrival city is often barely urban, in form or culture, but it should not be mistaken for a rural place. Urbanites tend to see the arrival city as a simple reproduction, within the city, of the structures and folkways of the village. “Look, on one side villages, on the other side buildings,” the Indian-American writer Suketu Mehta hears his young son observe on first seeing the arrival-city enclaves nestled against apartment towers in Bandra, in northern Mumbai. The father reacts approvingly: “He has identified the slums for what they are: villages in the city.” But this view misinterprets the urban ambitions of the arrival city, its fast-changing nature and its role in redefining the nature of urban life. </blockquote><blockquote class="tr_bq">"The culture of the arrival city is neither rural nor urban, though it incorporates elements of both—often in grotesquely distorted form—in its anxious effort to find a common source of security among its ambitious and highly insecure residents. It is a fallacy that people move in a straight line from backward, conservative rural customs to sophisticated, secular urban customs. The period in between, with its insecurities, its need for tight bonds and supportive institutions, its threats to the coherence of the family and the person, is often the time when new, hybrid, protective cultures are developed."</blockquote>I'm reading that book during my evenings, after days spent walking the streets that used to be dirt and mud but have all been paved since my last trip here. The house that used to have a welding shop in it's front yard now has a big fence with barbed wire pointing out, protecting the middle-class car parked in the drive and the surely middle-class TV and sound system inside. The family that owns that house used to take me to their country home once a year when I was a kid. I'd eat rooster and sleep on wood slats and pick mandarin oranges off the trees and walk through mud that was thigh deep for an eight year old.<br />
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I've always thought of Bastion Popular as one of the back-ends of global capitalism, a forgotten people working slave jobs in the factories that spit out clothes and plastics for the people on the sunny side of life. The North. The Saunders book is a bit more hopeful, and gives me a new way to look at my home, at least until I actually get past the first few chapters and find problems with his argument.<br />
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At least in Bastion, I know too many people who aren't in transition from poverty to middle class stability.They are forced to be stuck: by ties to family members with addictions or health problems or bad business sense. But change is certainly in the air, with the radical left-wing president pushing through reforms at every level, shaking up everything society had taken for granted: mandatory military service, expensive higher education, out of reach health services. When I talk to kids I used to teach when they were in school, I hear that since they've joined the workforce, their work day has improved, from 12 hours down to 8. Though some bosses still break the new laws because they still can.<br />
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But the government is gaining strength: "revolutionary inspectors" go out and ask employees at all sorts of companies whether their boss has signed them up for the government social security program (that costs the employee, and the employer, but gives the worker access to health and social services). If the employee says "No," the boss faces jail time. It's a criminal offense, punishable by five years in jail. Even housewives hiring maids, frequently rural girls looking for an in to the city at any cost, have to sign them up for social security. And their wages have gone up: you can't get a girl for $100 a month anymore.<br />
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The bosses do not like the president. It's hard to gauge whether the people genuinely love him, or have just been affected by the constant TV commercials and billboards and print products acclaiming his measures. It's all really interesting. I just got here. I'm learning as fast as I can about everything I've missed. (you can't really trust the newspapers: their readers and owners also consist of bosses).<br />
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But I'm glad to be home.Béthanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10562724656915318206noreply@blogger.com1Bloque 6, Guayaquil, Ecuador-2.0890848266759194 -79.937038796630873-2.0925693266759193 -79.938868296630872 -2.0856003266759195 -79.935209296630873tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12673242.post-90366510899897894802012-01-02T13:36:00.002-05:002012-01-02T13:36:28.668-05:00Interviewed in alumni magazineI do believe the Internet is the best place for journalism to live. It's exciting to watch it grow. <br />
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<span class="s1"></span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;">I get accused of being a sexist pig on an almost daily basis simply because I view women as sex objects.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;">Not all women, mind you. Just... well, pretty much all of them, now that I think of it.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"></span></span></div><a name='more'></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;">Let me qualify by saying that women, to me, are many other things. Women are sentient, intelligent beings who have the capacity for good and evil, love and hate, and all of the actions and emotions in between. Just like men, they can be doctors, office assistants, or doctor’s office assistants (OK, those last two are usually women, but you get my drift). </span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;">But, to heterosexual men — and, I suppose, lesbians, once the U- Haul is safely packed — they are sex objects on top of everything else.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;">There’s no getting around it. I see a woman on the bus with a great set of sweater puppies, I lose my train of thought. If I so much as glance at a photo of that voluptuous Greek goddess, Maria Panopalis, I have to spend a few minutes picturing Mike Duffy in the altogether, frolicking in a vat of rice pudding (tapioca also works in a pinch) before my heart rate returns to normal. </span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;">For openly admitting I worship the beauty of the female form — and occasionally, against my better judgement, telling a work colleague, sister-in-law or total stranger that I’d give her five bucks for a quick motorboat (over her bra, of course, I’m still a gentleman) — I am pilloried by society. Yet Jessica Napier is somehow respectable. Toronto-based Jessica, whose weekly She Says column can be found in Metro Halifax, whips up stunningly sexist stereotypes with the ease of a Lebanese guy </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;">mixing donair sauce. If the Canucks lose, girls, your man will be too cranky to take care of business in the bedroom, Jess tells us in Girls’ Guide to Surviving the Playoffs (May 31). In Zen and the Art of Closet Maintenance (May 17), she advises that if you can wear a different floral print dress for 16 days running, it might be time for a wardrobe cull.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;">Men are babies, according to Jess in Playing Florence Nightingale to the Man Cold (March 29). Being single sucks. Sometimes I cry at the hair salon. Men are big, dumb, grunting cavemen. Jessica — and many lifestyles columnists of her ilk — is turning the gender relations clock back to 1959.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;">If I’m a sexist pig, then Jessica Napier is a sexist pig. But you know what?</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;">I’d still give her a motorboat. But she’d have to pay me five bucks.</span></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;">But as a writer, I dislike it because it proposes a target, a straw 'woman,' that has very little to do with the underlying thrust of the piece. </span></div><div class="p1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;">The points the author attempts to graft onto the body of the argument are products of his pet peeve: women don't want to be just sex objects (annoying, right?). But his points have very little to do with the actual words or actions of the female columnist he targets. She's just the vehicle his pet peeve rides in on.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;">If this piece had had the benefit of an editor, the following point would have been made: just because you hate this woman—it doesn't mean it's for the same reasons you hate women in general. </span></div><div class="p1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;">I could discuss the author's jokey relationship with his own misogyny, but it's flaws are fairly obvious. And the writing is so bad, I'm not sure he deserves that much attention.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I'm working on a story. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It has a lot of roots in a lot of places, but among them: racist Nova Scotia, patriarchy in black culture, the solitude of childhood, the power of music. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And the systemic failure of our "civilized" institutions.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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My calendar this year is a poster-sized, arty, glossy wall calendar about work. What work do we do, why do we do it, and, radically, what does it mean.<br />
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</div><div>I've been grateful for the art in this calendar these past few weeks. I've been struggling with my job: not the work itself, but everything surrounding it that tries to get in the way of, ruin the effect of or remove the meaning from the work itself. Publishing is thrilling, but if the mix of people and abilities is off, then doing the work is really, really hard. <script src="http://cdn.widgetserver.com/syndication/subscriber/InsertWidget.js" type="text/javascript">
</script></div><div>2011 is going to be a year of work. Personal projects and paid employment are just two expressions of that quest for satisfaction and excellence in the practical things that I do. I have a lot of loan to pay off, as of this spring, but I'm going to continue the struggle, even as finances take priority, for the work that I do to be about satisfaction more so than remuneration or the filling of time. </div><div><br />
</div><div>I want to reprint the words at the back of the calendar, because they embody what I'm thinking about as I work throughout this year:</div><div><br />
</div><blockquote><div style="font-family: Helvetica, 'book antiqua', georgia, 'times new roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;">What is work? In a broad sense, “work” is the activities that produce a result; for our concerns, let’s call that “social wealth.” Yet it’s a question that begs so many more—perhaps none more pressing than “What should work be?” We all have ideas of what work shouldn’t be: mind-numbing, exploitative, hierarchical, dangerous, disempowering, etc. Though things get muddled when we try and flip the question around.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Salmoy9eTWs/TURXuzTJ0RI/AAAAAAAAA3A/OavhKu5MGQQ/s1600/AKcal_05May.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Salmoy9eTWs/TURXuzTJ0RI/AAAAAAAAA3A/OavhKu5MGQQ/s400/AKcal_05May.jpg" width="250" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica, 'book antiqua', georgia, 'times new roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><b>When we say that work should be creative, just, cooperative, healthy, and empowering we are laying an ethical, more than practical, groundwork. </b>Ethics alone won’t help us solve questions such as “What share of the social wealth and I due for the time I spend at work?”; “Does my time parenting contribute to the social wealth to the same degree as my work as an electrician?”; “How do we place value on different kinds of work that each contribute to the social wealth?”; “If I choose not to contribute to the creation of social wealth, am I guaranteed any part of it?” These aren’t trivial questions—nor are they entirely new. But before we get too philosophical about it, let’s remember that at the end of the day, the water still has to flow from the tap, we need eyeglasses, and food and shelter are a must. So yes, the struggle to re-envision work is ethical, philosophical, theoretical, and practical.</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica, 'book antiqua', georgia, 'times new roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;">And if work provides social wealth for all, perhaps we should make a distinction between working to produce for the good of all and working for a paycheck. Is it possible that our economy morph into one based on reciprocity instead of profit motive? Can we erode class society by building institutions and practice that militate against it? <b>Can we create a sense of pride and dignity in our work practices, with a domino effect of solidarity to follow?</b></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica, 'book antiqua', georgia, 'times new roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">So we have before us a calendar produced by the hard-working aesthetes at Justseeds. For every month there’s a new image relating to our topic of work: be it the pleasure of work itself, the hard times, the fight for our rights, the global financial system and its creep into our world of work, or the fight for control over our lives.</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica, 'book antiqua', georgia, 'times new roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">Let’s spend this year thinking about the world of work, our own and that going on all around us. And let’s peer into how it numbs minds, exploits, kills, and disempowers and how it could be creative, just, cooperative, healthy, and empowering. Maybe after next year we’ll be that much more prepared to answer the perennial question, “What should work be?”</div></blockquote>Béthanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10562724656915318206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12673242.post-72834894596256050262010-10-21T09:49:00.000-05:002010-10-21T09:49:44.214-05:00Homecoming Dalhousie<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Salmoy9eTWs/TMBSupGkFzI/AAAAAAAAA24/Rt49Avtm27A/s1600/homecoming+cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Salmoy9eTWs/TMBSupGkFzI/AAAAAAAAA24/Rt49Avtm27A/s1600/homecoming+cover.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;">"The Dalhousie Gazette speaks for itself. The Gazette is to represent the views of the Students, to advocate their interest and strive in all things to cultivate that love and intensify the sympathy that should exist between Alumni. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"><br />
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<div>The timeline is meant to examine how the PR campaign of the police forces perhaps changed over time, and how parallels from definitive moments can be drawn to protest policing (and protest policing PR) in other cities, post-9/11.</div><div><br />
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</b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">First off, this is NOT a tip sheet on how to cover a protest. That’s between you and your editors. This tip sheet is about how to get through a protest with minimal pain or injury, culled together by J-- R--- and S--- L--- at the Toronto Star from experiences at WTO protests in Seattle, FTAA in Quebec City, IMF and World Bank in Washington, the OAS in Windsor and attendance at the protester’s own training camps.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 36pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Symbol;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">·</span></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Get a </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">gas mask.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> Old army surplus gas masks may offer some relief from tear gas, but filter canisters have a limited shelf life. Check expiry dates. Keep the mask concealed until needed. People may want to take it from you, and they won’t ask politely.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 36pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Symbol;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">·</span></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Keep a </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">bandana</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> soaked in vinegar in a Ziploc bag with you at all times. If your gas mask is stolen, or you don’t have it with you, it will be a backup. Place the bandana over your nose and mouth.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 36pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Symbol;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">·</span></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">If you are stationed at an active fence demonstration, consider a </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">helmet</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">. Hardcore protesters throw rocks. Again, keep the helmet concealed until needed.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 36pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Symbol;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">·</span></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Ear protection</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">. The sound cannons are new, so the best advice we can offer at this point is get good ear protection, from ear plugs to construction-grade ear covers. The closer you intend to get, the better protection you'll need.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 36pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Symbol;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">·</span></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Water bottle</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> with a spray top. Not just for drinking. If you are gassed, and it gets in your eyes, spraying with water is the only cure. Aim for the corner of your eye by your nose. Water should flush around your eye and clear out the gas. Better yet, get someone else to do it. Not surprisingly, the protesters tend to be good at this.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 36pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Symbol;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">·</span></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">How you dress</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> is important. If you look like a protester, you are more likely to be treated as one by riot police. If you don’t dress like one, more militant protesters may surmise that you are a member of the main stream media or police and target you. In Quebec, hardcore guys threw paint-filled balloons at media. It was Barney purple, and very difficult to remove. So, try to strike a balance in how you look.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 36pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Symbol;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">·</span></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">No natural fibres</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">. Tear gas sticks to natural fibres, so wear nylon, polyester, etc. The last thing you want is to take that stink home, and we don’t want it here. Consider a change of clothes for going home.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 36pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Symbol;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">·</span></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Hide </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">press credentials</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> until you need them. Protesters often don’t like the “corporate media.” That said, riot police in the heat of the moment may not care if you are press, even if you happen to be Lloyd Robertson.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 36pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Symbol;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">·</span></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Food and caffeine</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">. Carry with you. If the protests get bad, shops will close and you will have a tough time staying fed and caffeinated without leaving the story. High-energy power bars are good.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 36pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Symbol;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">·</span></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Know where you are</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> and how to get out fast. Police in the past have fired waves of tear gas, at varying distances, all at once. This can cause great panic amongst less hardcore protesters and cause a stampede.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 36pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Symbol;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">·</span></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Rubber bullets</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">, at close range, will break bones.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 36pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Symbol;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">·</span></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Don’t pick up a </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">detonated tear gas</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> canister with bare hands. They are hot. Very hot. If you must, kick it away.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 36pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Symbol;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">·</span></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Concussion grenades</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">. These are loud bangs that will make you think a gun has gone off right beside you. They are meant to disorient, and they do. They are also hot, so don’t touch.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 36pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Symbol;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">·</span></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Tasers</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">. Given the bad press for Tasers, we may not see much of them here, but they were used in Quebec City to break up protesters who sat down in the road and refused to move.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 36pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Symbol;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">·</span></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">If you get enough of a snoot full of </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">tear gas</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">, you will find yourself on your hands and knees, leaking big time from eyes, nose and mouth. It will be very hard to breath. This is normal. You will be disoriented, but try not to panic, find relative shelter, if you can, and ride it out. You’ll feel like you’re dying but you’ll live. Flush your eyes.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 36pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Symbol;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">·</span></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">If at all possible, </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">pair yourself</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> with another journalist and watch each other’s back.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 36pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Symbol;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">·</span></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">If you are carrying </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">electronics</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">, beware of water canons. A waterproof bag is a good idea.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 36pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Symbol;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">·</span></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Have a </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">pencil</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> stowed away. In the event you and your notepad take an unexpected shower, you can still write with that. Those big, thick pencils meant for kindergarten classes are best, since the leads don’t break as easily.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Sensitivity to gas increases as the protest goes on. Tear gas can be like bee stings – it gets worse with each hit, so stick closer to these tips as the protest wears on.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">You will need a shower after a day of being gassed. Remember, that the gas will cling to your hair (it’s a natural fibre), so the first thing to do in the shower is hold your head back and stick your face into the shower.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Otherwise, the gas in your hair will go straight for your eyes.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Be careful, and alert, and you’ll be okay.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b><br />
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<div> What can I really say to distinguish week three from week two? Drama and conflict perhaps. That usually works as a lead. </div><div> There was a virtual fist-fight over OpenFile this week. Actually, the fight wasn't really about OpenFile, OpenFile was more of a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MacGuffin">MacGuffin</a> in the narrative of the fight, but as a group consisting of living humans with real emotions, playing the MacGuffin for a while was drama enough. </div><div> In my Week One round-up of press coverage of OpenFile's beta launch, I neglected to include an article that appeared in the NOW newspaper (or maybe just on NOW's <a href="http://www.nowtoronto.com/daily/story.cfm?content=175027">website</a>). The article was opinion, and it argued that OpenFile is going to face the challenges that citizen journalism sites like NowPublic regularly face, and will struggle as a result. Except, the author didn't interview anybody from OpenFile, and apparently didn't read any of of the other coverage that did contain interviews very carefully, because he got a lot wrong about how OpenFile proposes journalism with public participation could be done. Craig Silverman pointed out the errors in a comment. <a href="http://www.twitter.com/jayrosen_nyu">Jay Rosen,</a> a guru of online journalism who teaches at NYU, casually tweeted a reference to the fact that the NOW piece committed errors, and thus the virtual fist-fight began. </div><div><a href="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/duty_calls.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/duty_calls.png" width="290" /></a> This person presents the <a href="http://pettyheaving.tumblr.com/post/629136420/jay-rosens-smack-down-of-josh-errett-and">first of the crazy tweet punches fairly clearly</a>.</div><div> Even as Rosen's followers weighed in on the issue in this way, the NOW guy refused to give up! He went from error to slander when he accused Rosen of having a direct economic interest in the OpenFile company. Madness. </div><div> Then, some guy in Atlanta picked up on the tweetfight and <a href="http://beyondthecode.wordpress.com/2010/05/25/openfile-an-argument-analysis/">analyzed it logically</a>. I thought the coolness of the piece would put the matter to rest, but if you read down to the comments, the NOW author chose to continue his feckless campaign to clear his name. By this point, the whole thing made me laugh. </div><div> I definitely know how this Joshua Errett guy feels. Which is why I'm trying to not be too hard on him. The Internet is a hard, hard place to project part of your life into. There is no mercy for those who make mistakes. There is no way to control what you broadcast. Everyone is expected either to self-moderate to the point of perfection, or to take refuge in anonymity. I admire those who put their real selves out there into the unforgiving environment, and I feel bad when they are punished as a result. </div><div> But back to the office. I'm amazed anybody got any work done as this drama unfolded. My productivity would appear to have dropped, judging by the number of stories I filed this week (only <a href="http://openfile.ca/toronto-file/g20-countdown-where-will-homeless-go">one</a>) but I actually have three stories I'm working on for next week. Hopefully, they will be somewhat ready by Monday or Tuesday. </div><div> Different things made writing difficult this week. A lot of people took their sweet time getting back to my phone calls, or they never got back at all. I went to a city council committee meeting, which was so much more stupefying to my neurons than any Dalhousie Student Union meeting I've ever been to. The main reason I got less done: the TTC and the incredible long time it takes to get me anywhere when I need to be there. Also, Thursday morning was spent wandering around downtown, looking for a street person to talk to. Friday afternoon was shortened because I agreed to give an interview to a Ryerson Review of Journalism writer who is covering OpenFile and the future OpenFile heralds. </div><div> In true RRJ style, she has pretty much interviewed every single person remotely related to her topic of study. She wanted to talk to me because I am a freelancer who has five stories up on the site, which is more than most people. She didn't know, when she requested an interview, that my output of stories is due to me being an intern. She must've thought I was just an OpenFile nut -- which, I'm on my way to becoming.</div><div><br />
</div><div>P.S. Two stories interested me from a philosophical perspective this week. One journalist took on the research of a rumour about immigration raids which no one could confirm or deny. On OpenFile, that's still a worthy story, because the rumour has had wide diffusion among hispanic residents of Toronto's West End. This story was a good proposal for how coverage could evolve and keep filling the file with new information. Nothing has really come out, yet, to confirm or deny the rumour (perhaps because OpenFile doesn't have wide diffusion in the immigrant community) but I have my fingers crossed. In the future, the site's audience will be bigger, and also bigger then the likelihood that lures like this will attract actual fish. </div><div> Secondly, <a href="http://openfile.ca/toronto-file/204-beech-ave-house-or-home">this story</a> about a house captured a quick audience. It's almost a perfect example of what my fiction instructor would call "the human heart in conflict with itself" -- but the human heart I'm talking about belongs to the reader; it's the human heart of the contemporary Torontonian. Because, what should happen when a quadriplegic wants to raze a heritage house in order to build an accessible one she can move around in? It's a competition between two strong but conflicting desires: to preserve something that may have historical value, or to build something that has value for a family with specific and tragic needs. To make the story more interesting, the city councillor has picked a side, and underhandedly commissioned a third-party report that pulls the rug out from under the feet of the family, who are anxious to build their home. The way this story evolved on OpenFile was classic, and one Twitter user agrees: <a href="http://twitter.com/jimgraham/status/14928739310">this is how the new journalism could be done!</a> </div><div> And it's not citizen journalism, Errett. It's more. </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div>Béthanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10562724656915318206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12673242.post-55692281544289436842010-05-26T20:46:00.003-05:002010-06-30T16:23:02.267-05:00Internship report 2/4<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Week Two (May 17 to 21) I had my act together more often, I would say. I borrowed a cell phone: a key reportorial instrument. I was promoted temporarily to a desk. I ate better, and at more body-appropriate intervals.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> Tuesday and Wednesday were my busiest days so far. As a result, and surprisingly at times, they were quite fun.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> On Tuesday, I woke up to see the story I was going to be working on that day on the cover of the GTA section of the Toronto Star.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> “Damn,” I thought. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> One aspect of OpenFile that is constantly pointed out by the skeptics as a possible weakness of the model is the open pitching process. Story ideas aren’t secret. They are public, advertised as “open files” in a prominent banner on the front page. The openness is designed to collect public input on whether a story is worth assigning to a reporter. But even after they are assigned, the files stay in the top banner, continuing to tempt readers from other news outlets to take the story idea and develop it for their own pages. This was the pitch to OpenFile:</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Helvetica;">“Years ago, I wrote a blog post about the Joy Oil Station building restoration efforts. Fast-forward several years, and while appearing to be fully restored, they remain unused and inaccessible to the public. What is the official plan for these restored architectural relics at Lake Shore & Windermere? When will they open?”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="color: #222222;"> The last time the Star covered the Joy station story was in 2007, around the same time the blog post referred to in the pitch was published. </span>Although the Toronto Star knew the story of the relocation and restoration of the Joy Oil building, I didn’t see why they would cover it now, a week after it appeared as a pitch on OpenFile, unless the open pitch prompted them to do a follow-up. When I saw that Star headline, I thought they’d scooped my news out from under me the day I was getting ready to publish it.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> Fortunately for me, they didn’t do much other than re-visit their old story (which far from answered the question posed in the pitch on OpenFile). The restored building façade featured prominently in the Star story art, but their source at the city didn’t know much about the future of the building. I had different sources, and they were able to tell me a little more. When I published later that day, what I was able to write had more information about how the Joy Oil building was included in development plans for the lakeshore area. My story is <a href="http://openfile.ca/toronto-file/hope-joy-lake-shore" style="color: #3333cc;" target="_blank">here</a>. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> But I don’t think the fact that I had better sources made mine a better story. I actually think that the open pitch process made the OpenFile version a better story. The background narrative was richer. Somebody (<a href="http://www.blogto.com/author/jerrold/" style="color: #3333cc;" target="_blank">Jerrold Litwinenko</a>, former blogTO editor) was publicly interested in this building. His curiosity germinated in other readers’ minds, while they, too, waited to see what the pitch would produce. Jerrold publicized his curiosity about this building on his personal <a href="http://twitter.com/Jerrold/status/13935271032)" style="color: #3333cc;" target="_blank">Twitter feed </a>and in other online and non-online areas of his life, I’m sure. His curiosity was mirrored. A week after his query, both the Toronto Star and OpenFile had answers to his question, and the questions of other people interested in his pitch. It all added up, and on OpenFile, it added up more completely. The Toronto Star article that day did not have a comments section. It did not have links to complete the narrative. It didn’t even have all the information a reporter could have gathered. But OpenFile linked to the Toronto Star, and to Jerrold’s old blog post, and to other relevant pages.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> So, it was a good day. The next day, my assignment was very different. I didn’t expect to break any news, that day. I covered the grand opening of the newest public washroom in Toronto. It was a media circus. Mayor David Miller cut the ribbon. In days leading up to the high-tech washroom inauguration, city PR people had been very tight-lipped about the details, and their strategy worked. The Mayor said later he hadn’t seen so many media people at one of his press conferences since he announced<a href="http://www.thestar.com/news/gta/article/778215--james-surprise-city-bolsters-budget-with-surplus)" style="color: #3333cc;" target="_blank"> a budget surplus in March</a>.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> Although the amount of press people there did not encourage me (why bother duplicating all this effort?), it was good experience in terms of observing some Toronto reporters in their natural environment. I tried to calculate how much money was being spent on these people’s salaries for the two hours I was standing there. It seemed like a waste of money. One camera crew, one print reporter, one photographer and one radio reporter could have done the job that needed doing: getting the information and putting it out there. I wish that with these types of spoon-fed stories, we could get away with that, and spend our society's journalistic resources on investigative work. But I digress. </div><blockquote><i>(though, to further this digression, I share a </i><a href="http://www.lostremote.com/2010/05/25/guest-post-the-future-of-investigative-journalism/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: none;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">link my editor tweeted</span></i></span></a><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"> </span>yesterday, containing an argument that small scale, collaborative news projects ARE the future of investigative journalism. So maybe it's all connected)</i></blockquote><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> My coverage of the loo story didn’t originate with a pitch. Because OpenFile is still in beta, the influx of pitches from regular users doesn’t yet sustain the story-producing capacity of the site. So, reporters and editors create story ideas too, like in a traditional newsroom. This story idea came from my editor, Kathy.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> The timing worked in our favour on this one. Kathy had the idea a week before the press conference, while the PR people were being tight lipped. But we were able to write something that drew on earlier stories from several similar interviews Toronto’s street furniture manager gave in early May to a variety of outlets. So, we had a story the day before the grand opening, hinting that the next day (May 19) would probably be the big day.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> And so, on Wednesday, when I went to the press conference, we already had a file started on the site. By the time I got back to the office after the event, all I had to do was plug in some new info, use the old story as a nut graph, add the photos I took, and the file was ready, and updated, way before many of the other print/online stories were.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> The TV stations had been broadcasting live, even before the first flush, but when TV viewers went to the internet to find more info, OpenFile was best prepared to capture those clicks. Kathy pushed this story on Twitter quite a bit, and it ended up getting three times as many page views as the Joy Oil story.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> So, even though I’m doing the same kind of reporting I would do if I were interning for a newspaper or a radio station, I’m learning different ways to use the internet to build and acknowledge the existing community around a single story.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> I’m also learning about Toronto, as a side-effect. Torontonians are starved for good public washrooms. Torontonians are proud of their neighbourhoods. Torontonian transit drivers won’t stop the streetcar unless you pull the yellow lead, even if you’ve made it abundantly clear you want to get off at this corner, through other cues. I have two more weeks to go. 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<div><div>I've been extremely lucky to find myself amongst the furor of the first week of OpenFile's live website launch. Up until May 11, <a href="http://openfile.ca/">OpenFile.ca</a> consisted of a blog with idealistic but vague posts, and links to Facebook and Twitter pages. Things quickly got more interesting when, on my first day in the office, their beta news site went live.</div><div> If you haven't been keeping up with the buzz, you might need to know that OpenFile is the newest guess at what the future of journalism will look like. They are betting that it will look local, with an open and collaborative story development process, and that the stories will be community driven, freelancer-produced and curated by experienced old-media talent.</div><div> So, what sets this start-up apart from all the others who are claiming to have divined the future?</div><div> Well, first of: they pay freelancers really well, and really quickly. As a result, they are building a fan base amongst the unemployed writers, photographers and media people in Toronto (and even some of the employed ones) whom they will need in order to build up the story stable on the site. </div><div> Secondly, they have some money. And they have enough for three years, apparently.</div><div> But that's not all. Word of OpenFile has spread thanks in part to the brand-value of the people associated with the project. Kathy Vey, the EIC, is a well-known Toronto Star alumnus. Wilf Dinnick was a TV correspondent for all the big North American stations. The only name I knew before applying for the internship, and the most well know in the internet world, in Craig Silverman, whose 2,200 Twitter followers certainly haven't hurt the start-up's efforts to get the word out about themselves. </div><div> Also, OpenFile have, in a way, combined the buzz concepts of the current online world, and successfully conceptualized how these concepts (open processes, discussion, conversation and crowd-souced information) could fit into a journalistic model. Silverman wrote about how a tipster, a reporter (me) and an editor carried this off in his second blog post after the launch: <a href="http://openfile.ca/blog/file-function-how-one-citizen%E2%80%99s-concern-became-tip-file-and-story">File Function</a>. </div><div> During my first three days there, OpenFile has garnered the coverage they were coveting. There were upbeat articles about them in some prestigious publications. The Globe and Mail article was the first, and might have prompted many of the others (that's the thing about old media: influence). Every time another article about them broke, the small staff would chatter gayly with each other, levy violent threats in vain at anyone who dared say anything negative, and give each other virtual high-fives in Twitter-land. (edit: it was stimulating event to be around. I wish I had ownership over a new project I was this excited about. Tune back in to my life the the new Dalhousie Gazette gets started in September.)<br />
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</div></div><div><a href="http://news.nationalpost.com/2010/05/11/torontos-openfile-ca-launches-hopes-to-redefine-online-journalism/" style="color: #3333cc;" target="_blank">National Post</a></div><div><a href="http://www.theglobeandmail.com/life/style/a-globetrotting-canuck-journo-aims-to-revolutionize-online-news/article1560556/" style="color: #3333cc;" target="_blank">Globe and Mail</a></div><div>Business News Network (<a href="http://watch.bnn.ca/midday-markets/may-2010/midday-markets-may-12-2010/%23clip301271" style="color: #3333cc;" target="_blank">one</a> and <a href="http://watch.bnn.ca/midday-markets/may-2010/midday-markets-may-12-2010/%23clip301273" style="color: #3333cc;" target="_blank">two</a>) -- these are good clips to watch if you want to know about how the money aspect works</div><div><a href="http://www.niemanlab.org/2010/05/always-collaborate-say-hello-to-openfile-the-local-news-site-putting-those-new-media-maxims-to-the-test/" style="color: #3333cc;" target="_blank">Nieman Journalism Lab</a></div><div><br />
</div><div>And more bloggy-type coverage:</div><div><a href="http://www.techvibes.com/blog/openfile-builds-bridge-between-citizens-and-reporters" style="color: #3333cc;" target="_blank">Techvibes</a></div><div><a href="http://torontoist.com/2010/05/openfile_puts_the_news_in_your_hands.php" style="color: #3333cc;" target="_blank">Torontoist</a> (which included a very nice photo gallery in which I appear - take it as proof that I'm attending my internship, perhaps)<br />
<div><a href="http://www.blogto.com/mb_toronto/2010/05/morning_brew_bixi_bike_sharing_in_toronto_build_toronto_projects_revealed_openfile_launches_racial_discrimination_in_taxi_industry_break_and_enter_suspect_nabbed_shortage_of_neurosurgeons_costing_taxpayers/" style="color: #3333cc;" target="_blank">blogTO</a></div><div><a href="http://www.torontolife.com/daily/informer/mediaocracy/2010/05/11/openfile-wants-you-to-help-revolutionize-journalism/" style="color: #3333cc;" target="_blank">Toronto Life</a></div><div><a href="http://j-source.ca/english_new/detail.php?id=5107" style="color: #3333cc;" target="_blank">J-source.ca</a></div><div><a href="http://www.mondoville.com/2010/05/the-5-aspiring-toronto-media-game-changers/" style="color: #3333cc;" target="_blank">Mondoville</a> (who've exhibited a bit of snark and a lot more skepticism than the other sites)</div><div><br />
</div><div>Predictably, a lot of the positive response to OpenFile has come from journalists. Some of the more personal responses, emailed directly to the editorial team instead of expressed publicly on Twitter or Facebook, were unexpected.</div><div><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>But despite all the hype, OpenFile has hurdles to overcome. The Halifax Daily News and the New York Times experimented with the hyper-local model, planting reporters in specific neighbourhoods and attempting to benefit from that involvement with the grassroots community. Their experiments failed. Maybe journalists don't have the most active imagination when it comes to local news. Maybe, like my prof said, there is a problem in "defining news by where it happens instead of what it is."</div><div> I see a possible disconnect between the audience they are ultimately aiming for, and the audience they are currently reaping. They need to have a big number of unique visitors in order to satisfy their funders. They won't get those numbers by leeching from the established Toronto blogs and Twitter feeds, or by attracting only disenfranchised journalists. I don't see how the site can create a comprehensive portrait of all the Toronto neighbourhoods without some targeted street outreach work promoting their site. </div><div> Another question I have is: what is their argument that the internet is the best medium for neighbourhood news? Don't people who connect to the internet generally have more education, more money, more options, and thus more of an interest in the things outside their own neighbourhood? And perhaps, is neighbourhood news not best garnered from the neighbourhood itself: the local flyers, the notice boards, the conversations at the grocery store?<br />
But maybe I'm destined to miss the appeal of hyper-local internet news, because I've never really felt connected to any neighbourhood. It has been 14 years since I have lived in any one house for longer than a year. I use the internet to feel connected to things I can't walk to, or call on the phone. Maybe I spend too much time with the hyper-international? So, I'm not the target audience of hyper-local sites.</div><div> OpenFile's overwhelming strength is that they are taking it slow. They have capital funding for three years: it has taken them less than one to get where they are now. They are smart, well-connected, experienced journalists. They have fully thought-out the project they are working on, but they are not rigid. They expect to morph over the next weeks, in order to keep up with what they will need to become. They are open to suggestions. I think the bookies are still undecided on what will happen to this gamble. </div></div>Béthanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10562724656915318206noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12673242.post-36183271794224354582010-05-14T13:17:00.001-05:002010-06-30T16:20:05.672-05:00What I do<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="btitle" style="font-size: 22px; text-transform: uppercase;"><a href="http://openfile.ca/blog/file-function-how-one-citizen%E2%80%99s-concern-became-tip-file-and-story">FILE FUNCTION: HOW ONE CITIZEN’S CONCERN BECAME A TIP, A FILE AND A STORY </a></span></span>Béthanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10562724656915318206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12673242.post-51244692568100627662010-05-10T07:06:00.000-05:002010-05-10T07:06:09.089-05:00In short<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Thanks</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The word "quit" has such negative connotations. Perseverance is the virtuous path. "Sticking with it" is admirable in out culture. You don't know how hard it has been for me to come around to this choice. At first, I just dismissed the option. I don't quit. But the stuff kept piling on, and taking ownership of The Quit was the crutch that kept me standing. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I have to let myself do it. Other people have to let me do it. It's a failure, and admitting that burns. But it has to be the right thing, because it feels like life again. </span>Béthanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10562724656915318206noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12673242.post-40894768941693077912010-03-04T16:58:00.000-05:002010-03-04T16:58:35.124-05:00as everything falls apartlife can change in a week. i remember when i used to believe in love - it wasn't too long ago. i was so cocky as to talk about love with others, compare notes and laugh about it's dark side. but now i think that when two people talk about love, they are talking about two totally different things. when you take away your insecurities, you secret hopes, your flaws, your fairy tales, your fear of loneliness, and your desires, what remains? there's nothing left behind to call "love"which is understood to be the same by both people. there is no shape for "love" in Plato's world of ideas. <script src="http://cdn.widgetserver.com/syndication/subscriber/InsertWidget.js" type="text/javascript">
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</div><div>Someone wrote on my Facebook wall yesterday: "Bethany, you should be used to moving new places by now. Don't worry; things will get better." And I wrote back something that I feel and have felt very strongly this past week: Yeah, I'm used to moving. It's the staying part that is proving difficult. </div><div><br />
</div><div>The first day here was fine: I flew in to a strange airport; found my way to public transport; travelled three hours by road to a second strange city; found my way to my lodgings and went to sleep. The next day: I found my way to the University; found each office I needed to know about; explored the campus and the surrounding areas; ate adventurously and went to sleep. It was Day Three when the loneliness began to weigh on my, and by Day Four, I was so desperate for an escape I looked into plane tickets out of here. </div><div><br />
</div>The food here is pretty good. Cheap, interesting, flavourful. But I can't enjoy it because: eating alone really sucks.<br />
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</div><div>It sucks more when you are consistently eating alone at the same place, just because you finally figured out which words on their menu don't mean stir-fried cow brain, and you begin to read your own self-pity in the familiar faces of the person serving you your usual order. Eating, because it happens alone, has become a chore. </div><div><br />
</div><div>Going to class is another, more burdensome, chore. Lectures start late because the prof or students don't care to be in class on time, and there is never a notice if a class has been cancelled or moved. The model of learning often involves forced participation by way of the students taking turns regurgitating last nights readings. This way, the prof ensures that everyone did them, and that those who didn't at least hear the regurgitations of them and can get the basic idea. The profs expect us not to do the readings, and so they do not prepare a lecture that is any addition to them. They can afford them selves that luxury, because attendance is obligatory.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Yes, that's right. I missed the first week of classes because I wanted to attend the graduating class of 2010's convocation ceremony, in Ecuador. Nobody told me this when I asked if I could arrive a week late, but I need to attend 80% of classes any given month in any class I am in at the <a href="http://www.ucol.mx/">University of Colima,</a> or I lose the right to take the midterm. Thus, I fail it. Thus, I started out by pre-emptively failing midterms, because I missed the first week across the board, and also missed some classes the second week because I didn't know my schedule yet (the University of Colima does not have an online Academic Calendar or Academic Timetable, you have to do all that in person, by yourself because they do not have academic advisors). </div><div><br />
</div><div>It's basically academic hell, especially when I think back fondly to friendly University of King's College, and all the work Kelly Porter in the Journalism office, Tara Buksaitis in the Registrar's, and Sharlene Salter in Student Accounts did on my behalf last year so that I would be able to stay in school and not go broke or crazy. I want to send them a fruit basket and ask them to take me back. </div><div><br />
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</div><div>and the flowers, fountains and fruits all around.</div><div> But I couldn't, because all those things were just a distraction from the dominating narrative: the unbearableness of Being -- right now -- Alone. </div><div><br />
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</div><div>So it shouldn't be a surprise that I'm writing a summary blog entry about my entire visit, instead of a series of short ones. </div><div><br />
</div><div>I spend only two out of thirty-three nights in Ecuador at the beach. One time, in a tent on the sand. The other, in Dale and Janet Horst's guest bedroom. It was hard to get away from Guayaquil, mostly because if I went to the beach, I wanted to do it in company of people I loved. And I got lucky, because both times, I did. And I met up with some loved ones, there, too:</div><div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The beach is always good to my soul. I spent time with Raul, Karen, Daniel and Heather Moore that time there, and felt the foundation of our long friendships under my feet, even though it had been three years since I'd spend time with Karen, and a year and a half for the rest. That reassuring feeling keeps me going back to a place that is harder and harder to call home. Going back reminds the hold it has over me, though. And who I am, because of that.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div>I also spent some time during the month with old friends from high school, and news friends from the internet. It was a good month, somewhat tinted by being away from Paul and feeling out of touch with him. It is an old life, my life in Guayaquil: there are so many parts to it. It was easy to feel 16 again, 18, 21 and even 8 or 9, when I climbed up a mango tree for the fruit. I am, however, 24 now. Next time I go back, I will have to have a job waiting or a project to work on. This time, my project was a scholarship application process for the graduates, and a freelance story I never finished researching (the story itself isn't really done happening,yet). But I feel strongly that I want to go back for more than social visits, in the future. </div><div><br />
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Every student at Dalhousie knows him as the Dawgfather. The Halifax Regional Police department knows him as Gerald Arthur Reddick. They know him as the man ticketed, in the space of two minutes, for eight different bicycle violations on the night of Sept. 15. </div>
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But the story Reddick tells about that night is very different from the story as it is recorded in pencil scratches on the eight green slips of carbon paper. </div>
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The police department can’t comment, because the matter is before the courts. But they confirmed that eight summary offenses were handed out to a man on a bicycle between 8:00 and 8:02 p.m. on Sept. 15. </div>
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“Riding bycicle without wearing bicycle helmet complying with regulations,” the offence box reads, in block capitals. </div>
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The ticket is filled in with Reddick’s driver’s license number, home address, as well as the exact section of the Motor Vehicle Act violated, and the time and date Reddick is summoned, to appear in court. The officer wrote “2000,” or 8:00 p.m., as the time the offence was allegedly committed, and signed Cst. J. Murphy 0484 on the line at the bottom. </div>
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After this, the numbers in the top corner start to make less sense. The next few are still written down as occurring at Quinpool and Vernon, or Quingate and Quinpool, just across the street. But 4240237, the last one apparently written, carries the heaviest fine of the bunch, $222, and is written up as having occurred back at Robie and Shirley, at 8 o'clock.</div>
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It alleges Reddick committed the offence of “failing to obey a peace officer.” It says he was “ordered to stop for having no helmet while riding a bicycle.” </div>
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The timeline on the tickets does not correspond to how the Dawgfather tells the story. He says he was riding north on Robie Street, in the west lane. A cruiser going the same way, but on the eastern branch of the road, slowed and the cop inside yelled over to him from across two lanes of traffic.</div>
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“When he saw me there, he said ‘pull over.’ I said ‘For what? I’ve got a helmet on, I ain’t pulling over.’ He says ‘Pull over cuz I said so.’ I said ‘Not since 1982, buddy, that don’t work no more.’”</div>
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Béthanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10562724656915318206noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12673242.post-3434793341324609442010-01-08T23:42:00.000-05:002010-01-08T23:42:24.155-05:00The conspiracy of the artists"I had no respect whatsoever for the creative works of either the painter or the novelist. I thought <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rabo_Karabekian">Karebekian</a> with his meaningless pictures had entered into a conspiracy with millionaires to make poor people feel stupid. I thought Beatrice Keedsler had joined hands with other old fashioned story-tellers to make people believe that life had leading characters, minor characters, significant details, insignificant details, that it had lessons to be learned, tests to be passed, and a beginning, a middle and an end.<script src="http://cdn.widgetserver.com/syndication/subscriber/InsertWidget.js" type="text/javascript">
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</div><div>Kurt Vonnegut, Breakfast of Champions. </div>Béthanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10562724656915318206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12673242.post-90719551869013741232010-01-02T07:45:00.000-05:002010-01-02T07:45:10.306-05:00Sentences about the end of exileMy body fills out its own space again. All systems are a go: the senses peak; the circulation spikes; the water flows. I can feel the health of my composition coming back with every warm hour that passes.<br />
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To be back in a house where my name is still scrawled in pencil on a pillar next to the front door.<br />
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To walk a neighbourhood where every step could lead to being spirited away by an enthusiastic thirteen-year-old, and then treated to lunch and three hours of socialization.<br />
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To greet with sweaty hugs and kisses. I must've given and received fifty cheek kisses already (there's this cool move where you can do <i>both</i> at <i>once</i>).<br />
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</div><div>See, my blood is worked into the paint on these walls. It's there in the form of the little murdered mosquitoes and the splattered contents of their bellies.<br />
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<div>The children I used to teach are now adolescents, and the adolescents I used to lead in youth groups are now teenage parents. Time passes. Lives are condensed. Many die young, but those left behind love younger, too, to make up for the losses.<br />
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To have a dollar in your pocket and eat for two days. Not because life is that cheap, but because poverty makes for generosity. And you're surrounded. By both.<br />
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