Beyond parody

“Factual error found on the Internet,” The Onion reported this week. It’s funny, of course, because it’s obvious to anyone with a lick of common sense that there are many unreliable sources of information on the Internet.

But apparently Dr. Daniel Seidman of Tel-Aviv University didn’t understand the concept. He did a study examining the reliability of information on the Internet about the abortion pill RU-486 and found that “sites intentionally emphasizing extremely rare complications may lead women — especially young girls — to postpone their decision to seek medical care, thereby increasing the danger of medical complications known to be associated with delayed termination of pregnancy.”

Unreliable information about abortion on the Internet? Who’d of thunk it?! It’s a shame, of course, that anti-abortionists resort to disinformation campaigns, but the fact that a lot of sites favor their point of view over the facts is not exactly newsworthy. Indeed, this site is a prime example of it!

Street inquirers

Around the South Loop where Columbia is located, there are a lot of folks hanging around and they’re always asking me lots of questions. It’s pretty curious.

“Do you have a dollar?” they ask. “Hey, you got a quarter?” they say.

“Uh, yeah, I do,” I say. “I usually try to have a little money in my pocket for lunch or in case of an emergency or something.”

Why are they so interested in how much money I have? I wonder if the IRS is putting the homeless to work snooping on people. Maybe those are adding machines in those brown paper bags they carry around all the time.

I’m a quarter of a century old, and I’m half a century wise

I’m a quarter of a century old, and I’m a half a century wise: Well, maybe not quite, but it’s nice to think that it’s true. In my 25th year, I’m finally graduating from college and getting married to boot.

I guess that when I was 15 I didn’t think I’d still be in college, but I also didn’t imagine I’d be getting married so soon. So I’m behind in one department but blissfully ahead in another. Then again, without Karen’s love and support, I might not be as close to graduation as I am to begin with.

My parents, too, have meant so much to me. I couldn’t have lucked out more, and naturally I haven’t always treated them as well as they deserved. I’ve caused them too much pain, caused them too much worry and called them too many names. But who cannot say the same?

Indeed, I’m thankful for all the fine people who’ve blessed me with their love. I am certainly undeserving, and I only wish that I’ll be as lucky for another couple quarters of a century. Perhaps I’ll be a bit wiser then too. Though, being a Cubs fan, I know to keep my expectations in check.

Fat? So!

Great column from Jacob Sullum on the striking similarity between Twinkie Taxers and fat acceptance advocates. The best part:

Neither seems to consider the possibility that people are simply making ambivalent choices in a world of tradeoffs, where food tastes good but too much makes you fat, where exercise is a bother but helps you stay lean, and where it’s good to be thin, other things being equal. They rarely are.

Government and the press: partners in crime

Or so says the Mises Institute‘s William L. Anderson in a provocative essay, “The Press and the State.” Writing of his days as a working journalist in Tennessee:

In a word, government was our lifeline, and while there was somewhat (but only somewhat) of an adversarial relationship between news reporters and government officials, as I look back, I see that government and the press were and are mutually dependent upon each other.

Thus, it is in the interest of the press not only for government to be big and intrusive, but also for it to grow. For all of the vaunted talk of the press being the “watchdog” of government, if anything, the modern news media is government’s lapdog, and the implications for a free society are enormous.

I don’t think it is quite as clear-cut as that, but Anderson is definitely on to something. He also discusses the antipathy journalists in his day had toward the business beat. I think that has clearly changed, as the Enron story alone shows. There’s a lot more interest in quality coverage of the economy and of business trends, between the skyrocketing rate of stock-market participation, the tech boom and bust, Microsoft trial and more.

But another aspect of covering government that is very attractive to journalists is that it’s a lot easier. As difficult as accessing government records can sometimes be, accessing private records is even more difficult. What journalists crave more than anything is information. Without new information, there’s no “news,” by definition. Without “news,” there’s nothing to write about. Journalists need something to scrutinize, and because government is funded through taxpayer dollars, journalists have an excellent claim on any and all information about the doings of government.

What big government does, without fail, is provide news. An endless stream of records are generated, press releases are issued, reports are done, studies are conducted, hearings are held — it goes on forever. If nothing else, huge government makes news. I must admit that as resistant as I was to the idea of a student government at Columbia, the prospect excited the newshound in me. I’m graduating this year, so I won’t get much chance to really cover what the SGA, but it will be a great source of play news for Chronicle writers in years to come.

If government were as small as libertarians believe it should be, what would journalists write about? There would of course still be plenty to cover. It would make journalists’ lives a lot harder, though. And I think that, at a subconscious level, that plays into the average journalist’s bias in favor of government control over individual liberty.

Can a database spin?

That’s the concern some journalists have about the free classes in computer-assisted reporting being offered by the conservative Heritage Foundation.

“Computer-assisted reporting moves journalism from what is essentially anecdote-based … to fact-based,” said Mark Tapscott, director of Heritage’s Center for Media and Public Policy. That is especially valuable when it comes to promoting free-market views, where too often the anecdotal evidence focuses on the tough-luck cases while missing the long-term effects of government intervention in the economy.

Or as Tapscott put it: “Heritage has sufficient confidence that our perspective on the issues corresponds to reality.” But is Heritage somehow teaching these skills in such a way that it advances conservative causes. It’s hard to imagine how. My guess is that Heritage just thinks that planting the idea in reporters’ heads that looking at the data is an important element of a story — and teaching them how to do that in a basic way — will wind up helping them in the long run.

Is it a conflict of interest for journalists? I think that as long as the classes are strictly non-ideological, there’s no problem. And anyway, what’s wrong with being exposed to different viewpoints. Since when is this a dangerous thing for a journalist?

People keep calling me

It’s nice to know that, even though I’ve already decided what to do this summer, I’m still getting responses from places. The National Journalism Center offered me an internship without even an interview, and it’s a shame too, because it’s a good program and it pays. Six weeks of working on an in-depth project for them and then six weeks of interning at a news bureau in D.C.

But too little too late. I’m trying to get them to work out some kind of arrangement with IPJ so I could do my IPJ internship with them. I don’t think it’s going to happen, though. I also got a call from Liberty Suburban Newspapers in Oak Brook, Ill., and I have an interview set with someone there to discuss perhaps doing something when I get back from D.C.

I also got an e-mail regarding a paid copy editor internship at a paper in Vero Beach, Fla. Ah, well. I don’t know that I would have wanted to do that anyway.

We’re renting a rev

Karen and I met with the Rent-A-Rev on Sunday, and we both liked him very much. He is very down to earth, has a very good sense of humor and is extremely personable. All of which I suppose are qualities that come in very handy in the job. God will be mentioned several times, reflecting Karen’s nonsectarian belief in a higher power.

We both agreed to forgo any Bible readings. Will we have anything put in its place or just glide straight to the vows? I do not know. I will be looking around for some things.

So what have we got left to do? A million things, of course, but the major items on the list: get a DJ, send out invitations, buy wedding rings, set up a wedding registry, plan a honeymoon, take dancing lessons (as we don’t want to look like fools on the dance floor), decide the menu and the cake, order flowers …

Then there’s her dress, my tux, etc. All very boring to you all, I’m sure. I just hope we pull it all off by the big day. By the way, if anyone has any reasonable honeymoon suggestions, please send them along. We have a few vague things in mind, but haven’t done much about it so far.

Rimensnyder bottoms out

In a misguided attempt to come up with something unique to say about Penthouse’s going out of business, Reason’s Sara Rimensnyder floats a silly hypothesis.

The conventional wisdom is that Penthouse can’t compete with more explicit fare available anonymously available on the Internet, and I’ve added that softcore magazines like Penthouse and Playboy are also getting squeezed by the wave of “lad” magazines such as Maxim, FHM and Stuff, which offer better writing and scantily clad celebrities.

Rimensnyder writes, “It’s possible that Penthouse’s readership has gravitated toward more violent fare now that it’s readily available. But if that’s the case, why has the comparatively tame Playboy consistently outsold the smuttier Hustler?”

The question is not how Playboy is doing relative to Hustler but how it is doing relative to what it used to make when it was the only game in town. The same holds true for Penthouse. As I wrote before, Playboy is still losing millions online while amateur outfits that make a nice living for themselves appealing to adult market niches.

Rimensnyder continues:

Surely mainstream attitudes about sex are governed by more than fear of being caught with raunch. Could it be that mainstream man’s high regard and respect for woman governs his taste (and, sometimes, distaste) for porn? That would be news to both Penthouse’s founder and one of its foremost critics.

Could it be that by framing her opinion in the form of a question that Rimensnyder avoids the risk of actually stating what she believes? That would be news to me.

There’s no evidence at all that overall trends in the adult market are turning toward softer material. Indeed, the success of the “lad” magazines depends in large degree to the easy availability of porn on the Internet. That is where people go to see the hard stuff, and the Maxim subscription is for ogling sitcom starlets.

Two new stories

Unless you’re really interested in what’s going on at Columbia, you probably won’t find either of the two stories I wrote for the Chronicle this week very interesting. The first deals with a new cancer research lab that National Science Foundation money is paying for. The second is about the hiring of a new security director. Interestingly, in the cancer research lab story, I included some salary information about Science Institute head Zafra Lerman, who is the fourth highest-paid administrator at the college.

I figured that it never hurts to include information about how much administators are making when you have it. And I thought the information was useful to readers, since they might conclude that the woman was earning her pay by landing a $100,000 government grant. But our faculty adviser said it was irrelevant to the story and, anyway, there was no point in getting Lerman upset. Great news judgment.

For the security director story, I wanted to include some information about past Chronicle coverage of security issues during the departing director’s tenure and perhaps get some crime statistics at Columbia the last few years, but I just didn’t have the time to pull it together. I’m not sorry about it, though, as it may have been deemed irrelevant and impolite, making my efforts fruitless.

This all comes on the heels of the spiking of a story I wrote about a failed journalism department search for a new chair. The leading candidate, Cole Campbell, was turned down during a meeting of the department search committee and college administrators. This was surprising since only a couple of days before, the chair of the search committe spoke glowingly to me about Campbell’s chances.

I had been assigned to cover a speech Campbell made to the Journalism Department but chose instead to report that the presumably leading candidate was no longer in the running. I talked to people in the Journalism Department and in the School of Media Arts (to with the department belongs), but they wouldn’t comment other than to say that “the search is ongoing.”

I found out some information about Campbell’s rocky tenure during his time at the St. Louis Post-Dispatch and included that in the story. So why was it spiked? Journalism Department folks made calls to the Chronicle, saying that since the Chronicle had not covered other failed or canceled searches in other departments, it was unfair to report this one. They suggested that a larger story about Columbia’s problems recruiting top administrators should be done instead. That’s a legitimate story to write, but just because the Chronicle hadn’t reported previous failed searches didn’t make the new story unfair.

It’s likely that no one on any of the other search committees was foolish enough to go on the record about the candidate’s chances, as did the woman in this case, who effusively praised Campbell and said he was “heads above” the rest of the field. So, the Chronicle’s journalistic judgment is compromised on a seemingly regular basis by its concern for maintaining good relations and the desire not to interrupt the flow of ad dollars. I suppose this shouldn’t come as a surprise, considering that it is not an independent newspaper, but rather is funded partly by the journalism department and uses a college class as the core of its writing staff each semester.

I do find it pretty amazing that the journalism department, of all places, would twist arms to make sure that a story that would reflect badly on them didn’t run. It just goes to show that, in the end, we all want journalists be tough on the other guy but go easy on us.

It’s official

I will be doing my internship somewhere in D.C. as part of the Institute on Political Journalism. I called the Institute for Humane Studies and told them thanks, but no thanks, for the offer at the Shelby Star. After all, I think that IHS’ doing a journalism program is great. Journalism needs an infusion of people who appreciate the value of liberty.

That doesn’t liberate them of their responsibility, of course, to be as accurate and objective as possible in their news reporting, but just having a few more folks in the profession who even understand the ideas of free minds and free markets is a big plus.

Too often those ideas are shunted or treated with disdain. All we’re asking for is a place in the discussion and to be included in the story of the day. If you really want to ensure that a viewpoint goes nowhere, you don’t ridicule or distort it — you just ignore it. And that’s what journalists have done for a long time when it comes to libertarian and classical liberal ideas.

April is the cruellest month

It was a gorgeous day today, the first real spring day here in Chicago. It got up to 69 degrees and the sun shone so brightly. I had occasion to be walking a lot from one campus building to another this afternoon while trying to get Columbia administrative issues settled for my internship.

It’s always wonderful to walk downtown (or South Loop if you insist on being picky about it) on a nice day. The smokers actually seem to be glad to be forced outside for once. Folks walk from one place to the other, stopping to chat with people they know, instead of walking swiftly with their shoulders hunched up for warmth.

The eerie thing was that today reminded me of the last time I was around school walking around on a really nice day: Sept. 11. I went downtown for a Chronicle training session which, it turned out, was scheduled for the next day. It didn’t matter, since Columbia buildings were soon closed. I walked
toward a Tower Records store a couple of blocks away on Wabash; I wanted to buy the new Bob Dylan album.

I was so angry that the store was closed. I thought it was ridiculous. First the World Trade Center, then the Pentagon, then the Britney Spears display? Come on. I really wanted that album; I’d been waiting four years for a new Dylan album, and I realized that if I went without it — well, the terrorists would have won.

The contrast from then to today was striking. Then, people milled about outside Loop office buildings not really sure what to do. It was about 10:30 a.m. and the enormity of the tragedy really wasn’t apparent to most people. At least it wasn’t apparent to me, even though I had my Walkman on and was listening to NPR.

Then, people talked to each other, wondering how bad it was. They talked about getting out of downtown. They wondered if they’d be next.

Yesterday, people laughed and joked and smoked. They talked about boyfriends and girlfriends and parties and crappy classes, or whatever it is we talk about when we talk about things.

A return to normalcy? You bet. But I’m confident that on every sunny day I find myself in the South Loop, I’ll think for a moment — if only the briefest — about that day. I won’t forget. I don’t want to. I need that pain, that tragedy, to understand how precious life really is. I need to think about that moment in our past to understand what we have to look forward to in the future. I’ll take that pain and roll it into a ball to keep as a memento, stored on a sad shelf in the corner of my memory.

I bought the album later in the day, at a Coconuts. I’m glad I did. You can’t kill the love, baby.