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Here is a random list of good reads for you’ll to enjoy this Sunday.
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Andy Coulson's going to jail, Rebekah Brooks should already be there, and Murdoch is the one responsible. No wonder people hate journalists.—
Andreas (@andreasson_) July 16, 2014
Gillard releases REPORT abt ways to stop media LYING: media goes apeshit. Abbott LEGISLATES to stop media telling the TRUTH: barely a sound—
(@timdunlop) July 17, 2014
In film and TV series journalists are often depicted as either ethical heroes or devious bastards. Mostly it is the latter that seems to be popular. Because that’s how most of us are, right? We only think about ourselves, have no regard for laws or ethics — we just want to write the story and get our fame via the byline. The more nasty it is, the better.
Which makes me think about the good old saying, life imitating art. Because that is what seems to be happening in some countries. Not that these journalists are praised for what they do, except for their editors asking them for more, but what they produce is lapped up by the masses — then, for some reason, the masses spits it out back at them, accusing them for being bad journalists.
Ironic isn’t it. We seem to want hard-hitting, investigative journalism, but secretly many seem to love the drama these bastard journalists and reporters create.
So am I responsible for these bastard journalists? What more can I do, other than working ethically and criticising their unethical ways. Should I hunt them down like animals? Then what?
I can of course also say that not all journalists are like that, but then I’ve suddenly used, what has become, the most hated phrase at the moment. A phrase that, when used, suddenly means admission that you’re not only part of the problem and don’t understand the issue, but also guilty of the acts committed by these bastards.
So logical, right?
Suddenly the idea of not painting everyone with the same brush isn’t valid anymore. It’s actually rather ironic, as we live in an age where we are very focused on not generalising and labelling each other, we suddenly admire the power of painting everyone with the same brush.
I see four logical fallacies emerge here.
The first is known as tu quoque, where if you try to argue that it’s wrong to paint everyone with the same brush, you will be told you’re wrong for claiming it’s wrong to generalise.
The second is known as bandwagoning, where the validation of painting everyone with the same brush is that it’s how the majority views it, therefor the majority is right and you’re wrong.
The third is known as no true scotsman, where you are accused of being part of the problem because no true journalist would never use the phrase not all journalists are like that.
The fourth is known as appeal to emotion, where you are accused of being emotionally detached for not wanting to paint everyone with the same brush.
What is important to understand, and even accept, is that in some situations it is fair and valid to retort with not all X are like that. It might be difficult to accept in some situations, and more so difficult to accept that reality, but in the long run it can be extremely damning for a large group of people to be painted with the same brush.
Even worse, it can hurt a cause far greater than those whom’ve been painted with the same brush.
It’s not something that exclusively happens to journalists. This happens to police officers, politicians, bankers, companies, doctors, hipsters, musicians and even citizens of certain countries (I could go on in ad nauseum).
Not everything is black or white. Sometimes there are more shades in between these two colours.
Unfortunately it’s easier to view the world in black and white, because trying to understand something, removing the chaff from the wheat, takes time, patience and understanding — sometimes even a bit of humility.
If you are going to ~~generalise~~ be passionate about a cause, at least see to it you don’t end up as a hypocrite. To quote Friedrich Nietzsche, He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster. And when you gaze long into an abyss the abyss also gazes into you.
So no, not all journalists are bastards. And by saying that doesn’t mean or validate I am one of those bastards. I do my best at adhering to good journalistic ethics and criticise poor journalism when I see it. If that’s not good enough for you, that’s your problem, not mine. Especially if you want me to support your cause for improving journalism.
As I am writing the draft, and obviously the intro, to this week’s report I am listening to Shpongle while enjoying a cup of steeped damiana and California poppy (legal herbs).
I have a feeling the effects of my concoction is kicking in. The music is more hypnotising and I feel a very comfortable calmness. Both herbs are relaxing, yet I feel extremely focused. As if I have control of time — I can stop it at will and change the course of its flow.
And as you will notice, this week’s report is focused on the lovely world of drugs.
We humans like to deny it, but as a species we seem to enjoy and go to great lengths to alter our perception of reality. In simple terms, we are a species that loves to get high.
Too bad we ban the good stuff and make the bad stuff legal.
Awarding Snowden the Nobel Peace Prize would be an extremely bold and very controversial, but in our opinion also a… mobil.aftenposten.no/nyheter/iriks/…—
Reddit Politics (@Politics_Reddit) July 07, 2014
Never take any guff from any fucking swine.—
Hunter S. Thompson (@GonzoVice) July 09, 2014
No, Hamas should not be rocketing Israel. But Israel's response is an outrage against innocent civilians.—
Mike Carlton (@MikeCarlton01) July 12, 2014
Play your own game, be your own man, and don’t ask anybody for a stamp of approval.—
Hunter S. Thompson (@GonzoVice) July 12, 2014
This weeks report focuses mainly on privacy. Ever heard about that? If not, maybe you should look it up. Not just in a dictionary, but read up on the history of it. What it truly means and, more importantly, have meant. Some of that old notion of privacy luckily still exist in Europe — can’t wait to move back there.
Also, check out my latest project, Dokter’s Notes. It’s one of those things that can’t really be explained, and will evolve on its own. I was going to use Tumblr, but I found out that WordPress doesn’t mind if you don’t use a title in a post, so, I’m able to use my favourite blogging platform. ~~I will eventually add it to dokterw.me with a subdomain — maybe next week.~~
Next weeks report might be focused on drugs, haven’t decided yet.
and stay private.
You have probably read about it numerous times before. Hell, you probably know a few people that it has happened to. They either work too many hours and have far too many balls in the air. Then one day, shit hits the fan — they are burned out in one way or the other.
I wouldn’t say I’m burned out, but I guess I’m seeing some faint warning signals in the distance. Like when a captain of a ship, out on the open see, notices that beyond the horizon a storm is brewing. Left with two options. Either hope for the best and fight that monster of a storm, or avoid it as much as he can, but still having to battle through some rough sea.
Still, ending up on penicillin due to a throat infection that has been going on strong for about a month and has made me contract a second cold within the same period is probably an indicator to actually holiday during my holiday.
Even when at academia my schedule is pretty flexible. Same with Westender — flexible schedule. Flexible on the other hand often means I will be busy through the week, Monday to Sunday. And when I’m not busy with these two obligations, I keep myself busy without a myriad of other tasks.
We’ve become obsessed with being busy. Having to do things because we tell ourselves they need to be done. An obsession I just realised I’ve become a victim to. An obsession I never thought I would be capable of acquiring.
As I mentioned a few paragraphs above, it’s time I have a holiday during my holiday. Maybe I’ll finally find the time to crack open one of my books. Or just doing nothing — without feeling bad about it.