Right now, I have no words. What I mean is, I am so weary of discussing the "future of journalism" that I doubt I have anything interesting left to say about the topic.
I have gabbed about what makes a journalist, who shouldn't be a journalist, how to monetize Web space through advertising, whether we'll have jobs when we get out of here, and
bla bla bla
Why am I so cynical? Because I know that I do not and cannot know the answers to these things.
This reminds me of the time a breaking news story happened on a Friday morning and nobody knew the scoop. Oh, wait. That was this morning. A person allegedly fell from the top of Naismith and died. That is all we know, besides that it was a male. All of us are asking questions because that's what we do. We are journalists. We speculate, formulate, investigate. But do we really know what's going to happen? NO!
Don't get me wrong. There is great value in speculation and formulation and of course, investigation when possible. But there is no certainty, no solidity in our speculation. So, lately, I've been pretty tired of "the future." I don't know what job or internship offer I will have received (or not) in a year and I don't know what the next new thing will be.
Beyond speculating about the possibilities and making myself the best product for tomorrow, I am tired of the future for now. I am choosing, right now, to live in the present for the rest of the semester and this summer at my internship.
Tomorrow, my sentiments may change and I may be up for a lively conversation on digi-newspapers, Flitter, Clutter, and the next new thingy. But for now, I'm content not knowing. As they say, ignorance is bliss.
I have gabbed about what makes a journalist, who shouldn't be a journalist, how to monetize Web space through advertising, whether we'll have jobs when we get out of here, and
bla bla bla
Why am I so cynical? Because I know that I do not and cannot know the answers to these things.
This reminds me of the time a breaking news story happened on a Friday morning and nobody knew the scoop. Oh, wait. That was this morning. A person allegedly fell from the top of Naismith and died. That is all we know, besides that it was a male. All of us are asking questions because that's what we do. We are journalists. We speculate, formulate, investigate. But do we really know what's going to happen? NO!
Don't get me wrong. There is great value in speculation and formulation and of course, investigation when possible. But there is no certainty, no solidity in our speculation. So, lately, I've been pretty tired of "the future." I don't know what job or internship offer I will have received (or not) in a year and I don't know what the next new thing will be.
Beyond speculating about the possibilities and making myself the best product for tomorrow, I am tired of the future for now. I am choosing, right now, to live in the present for the rest of the semester and this summer at my internship.
Tomorrow, my sentiments may change and I may be up for a lively conversation on digi-newspapers, Flitter, Clutter, and the next new thingy. But for now, I'm content not knowing. As they say, ignorance is bliss.
