The Post just had a rough few days. It was shut out
wonder why… of the 2012 Pulitzer Prizes, which were announced Monday. On the same day, journalists here had to accept or reject The Post’s fifth buyout offer in nine years that 21st century, it IS a bitch. The union representing newsroom workers says that at least 32 accepted, ouch…wonda why so many ? and probably more. And the prior Friday, a Post blogger, Elizabeth Flock, resigned. (not Fluke, as in Rushie’s Fluke Imbroglio, oh – and pronounced “Fluck” – the “l’ is silent, btw…)
I think that the most noteworthy event was the resignation of Flock, a woman in her mid-20s*…
**[we all know bim-broads NOW comprise the majority of college grads/students – and therefore journo grads – so we have no choice cuz wimmins historically-hysterically MAKE THE BESTY-bestest-BEST WRITERS! Media idiots get “news” from BIMBOS who watch MTV – and stupidly pay wages for that result]
…whose job was filling The Post’s breaking news blog, called blogPost. It was designed to be about the national and international stories popular from hour to hour
vapid news for droolers — trending — on the Internet.
Flock’s job entailed some original reporting from Washington but a lot more of what we call “aggregation.” This is an
deliberately deceptive lie imprecise term. At its best, aggregation can mean IS collecting stories on a topic from a variety of news outlets and directing readers toward them through Web links. At its worst, as Bill Keller, the former editor of the New York Times has written, it verges on theft.
In the middle, where most aggregation is, it is repackaging. A digital journalist reads a raft of stories on a given subject from different publications, summarizes and rewrites them in a bright way, provides links and, at The Post, adds a Washington angle. The goal is to surf the trend waves (I say Patty Pexton surfed my trend wave on Blogging as Gilded Cage) on the Internet, hoping to catch a few thousand page views as a story crests. It’s cashing in on the passing popularity of a story even if you don’t have a reporter covering it.
BlogPost was supposed to attain 1 million to 2 million Web hits a month, Flock said, a huge number. On many days Flock was the only reporter filing for blogPost. Last month, she averaged 5.9 blog posts per day.
Flock made two mistakes in the past four months, which earned her two tough editor’s notes
(big bad bigshot) disavowing her actions. She did a roundup on Republican presidential candidate Mitt Romney allegedly using an old Ku Klux Klan slogan in his stump speech — a story that went viral online yet was untrue — and she didn’t call the Romney campaign for comment, nor did any editor make sure she did.
Flock says that in haste she read about 10 stories about Mars life, including some of the research papers, and forgot to credit and link to the originator of the story, Discovery News. It appears that she copied, pasted and slightly rewrote two paragraphs from the Discovery story. Plagiarism perhaps, but also a perpetual danger in aggregated stories.
But The Post failed her as much as she failed The Post. I spoke with several young bloggers at The Post this week , and some who have left in recent months, and they had the same critique.
They said that they felt as if they were out there alone in digital land, under high pressure to get Web hits, with no training, little guidance or mentoring and sparse editing. Guidelines for aggregating stories are almost nonexistent, they said. And they believe that, even if they do a good job, there is no path forward. Will they one day graduate to a beat, covering a crime scene, a city council or a school board? They didn’t know
NOPE. So some left; others are surely thinking of quitting tomorrow.
yikes another bitch, but this one…older, fatter, more Polockish executive director of digital news, said that bloggers are made aware of The Post’s high standards: “We tell bloggers that their first and central priority is accuracy, not speed, not buzziness.”
The Post lets go nearly three dozen veterans in the newsroom to cut costs, and it falls short in cultivating its young and future talent. No, not a good few days. (you wants to play, you gots to pay – even liberal msm)
Now The Post, also this week, announced a new program to cross-train journalists — digital journalists will learn the ways of street reporters, and reporters will learn the ways of digital and social media. This is an excellent, and overdue, idea.
Keep jerking it off to fantasies of Online Dominaton.
But it comes too late for Elizabeth Flock and some of her young and promising colleagues.
© The Washington Post Company
Firepower says: Those who create ideas rule. Not those who recycle.
Those who write the story – control the story.
So…Lil’ Bloggy-Bloggers – your future is mapped for you. High pay, a Pulitzer Prize for toiling away countless hours on that Big Scoop!!!
Your scoop? Is in a pig’s ass. So…
Let the Propaganda Wars Begin, Let Slip, the Dogs of War.
Lie, cheat and steal to win – just as Liberal Bastions, NYT, MSNBC and the Washpo did – and got paid. Destroy Leftists by any means necessary: Ben Bradlee relished memories of driving nails into Nixon, then defended sucking Bill Clinton’s cock -to gooey Blue Dress Tasty Money Shot.
Bloggers all copy, recycle, rehash and re-invent the wheel. For what? Hits. How noble. How novel. Wispy Ann takes a humongous Monday morning dump in her litterbox, then out come the dung beetles scurrying to comment on the fragrance, texture and taste of her dump. Rolling, churning, chewing and digesting her Tasty Bits until they make it “their” own and reinterpret it for their 4th grade audience – until summarily relieved Ann trots off ten pounds lighter to prepare next week’s tasty squat.
From OneSTD, to Mangled’s Miss-too-many, Im Morti Fied and goofy little piggy, all you get is recycled WHINING conjured up from the pre-fab alchemy of Drudge Report (who… recycled it first), repackaged for The Studio Audience to gang-bitch and gripe about: Impotent, pathetic, miserable key-fapping, all. Hey, attention-seeking original thinkers: It’s all been done before and (muuuuch) better by Charles Krauthammer. It’s a septic tank full of crap – strained, recycled, repackaged and ultimately spewed out as your tap water.
Hits are useless for posterity or your wealth. All you are left with next is fame or power. Better then, to be paid in blood. Blood is the wages of Power. Get some real action for your blathering. You’re all lamely auditioning for Billy Mays’ poop-cleaner & Vince’s “Schticky” gig – in farfetched hopes to work – for free even.
Better yet: STFU. Most of you suck. I read better original whining at Ann Coulter’s (plus, enjoy the fantasy of doing her) and listening to the totally non-doable Rushie on The EIB.
So, Retread Warriors of the Keyboard, keep greascycling all those ideas to spoonfeed loyal hitlist fans as America gurgles under a morass of babble. When Bread & Circuses triumph… become The Circus. As the grease slickens the track and the train slowly slides to a halt, you will feel compelled IRL to install bars on your effete sanctuary windows and dig out grampa’s scary shotgun. Until that day, you are chained to moderation chores, dutifully serving dim back-slappers so refereeing their childish squabbles serves as fitting punishment.
Until Ann pens her next hit.
Much thanks to SNL’s Mr. Subliminal, Kevin Nealon! And various, sundry writers uncredited for stealing the idea from other, even more anonymous idea smiths.