Where USF faculty, students and graduates are invited to talk about journalism and its problems and opportunities. This blog is not affiliated with the University of San Francisco, nor is the university responsible for any of the opinions expressed herein -- though it is certainly responsible for the people who entertain those opinions, having educated them. They make us proud.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Some of you already know, but if not, I have moved to Minneapolis! I am now the National Accounts Representative to Amazon for a book distributor. I live on the third floor of a mansion that is being remodeled, and until I buy a car, stand out in below-zero weather for the bus.
Attached is a photo taken by one of my coworkers on Saturday. That's his car dashboard. Obviously I stayed indoors for the entire weekend!
Might be fun to "talk" about some of the readings here. We'll see if anyone takes the lead, and -- lead taken -- if anyone follows up.
Saturday, January 19, 2008
For instance! Once upon a time in a faraway dead place called Life magazine in the 1940s, edit meetings were, well, much the way they are now. Dull meandering affairs where not a damn thing got done. One day, a young journalist named Scott Levitt, trapped in such a time-sucking summit, spoke up from the end of the table. "I have a report to make," he said. Then he pulled out a pistol and shot it into the ceiling. Corny, but effective, and of course, this being The Way It Was, everyone laughed.
At the risk of reinforcing the average j-schooler's distorted image of his future, we're inviting your own Old School Odes, which we'll post each Friday, because that is the day when we find ourselves wishing we were working next to Cary Grant instead of our server room, plucky though it is. We await your nostalgia.