1. futurejournalismproject:

    Remember this beautiful long-form piece from the NY Times that came out last fall? It was met with a wide array of reactions, some very appreciative, some very unhappy. Over the last few months, Columbia J-School’s Bill Grueskin set out to gather perspectives on why:

    I don’t know why Dasani was shut out of not just a Pulitzer, but a nomination from jurors. It did, after all, win a coveted Polk award earlier this year. And though I work just down the hall from the office of Pulitzer Administrator Sig Gissler, I know less about the internal machinations of jurors and board members now than I did when I was a city editor at the Miami Herald in the 1990s. But I do know that many readers found the Dasani story, for all its soaring prose and worthy ambitions, a difficult piece of work.

    To understand more about why the piece elicited such strong reactions on both sides, I reached out to about 50 people shortly after the series ended last December. I blind copied them on an email in which I invited them to take part in a private, online discussion about the series. They emailed their thoughts, and I compiled and shared them. We abided by “Chatham House Rules,” which allow quotes to be used—but not the names or affiliations of the people who said them.

    The group included journalists, scientists, lawyers, faculty members and a few former and current Columbia students. It also included alumni of the Times, but not current staff, nor any Pulitzer board members.

    Why did I pick this story to examine? In part because the Times thought it to be so significant. Its public editor, Margaret Sullivan, called the series “the largest investigation The Times has published all at once in its history.” Moreover, it was stirring up a tremendous reaction, not just among journalists but all around New York City. Indeed, two of Michael Bloomberg’s deputy mayors took to the edit page of the Wall Street Journal to defend their boss’ record on homelessness.

    FJP: He compiles the reactions here, a predominant one being that it shouldn’t have been produced as a single story. They are worth looking through because they touch on some ethical and a lot of design issues that are relevant across the industry. These considerations shouldn’t be the absolute measure on what makes a story prize-worthy  because Dasani certainly is a compelling and generally well-executed narrative. But they are still worth thinking about. —Jihii

     
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  3. trees. I love trees, especially lots of them: also known as forest.

     

  4. "One particularly bold aide said he did not believe a president should spend his time and power on lost causes, however worthy they might be, to which, it is said, President Johnson replied: “Well, what the hell’s the presidency for? What the hell’s the presidency for if not to fight for causes you believe in?”"
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    TRANSCRIPT: President Obama speaks on civil rights at LBJ memorial. (via washingtonpost)


    This particular President Obama’s speech made me revisit and articulate why I admire LBJ as a legislator and a person. I believe LBJ’s deep respect and commitment for diversity were one of such building blocks that realized Civil Rights and Voting Rights Act, and by extension, the America it is today. 

    I (was able to) left Korea as soon as I could because of the the lack of respect, if not outright distaste for diversity there. I did not carry the set list of attributes Korea values, and therefore considered inadequate by one standard or another and I’ve come to discredit myself for the very same reason. 

    Coming here has allowed me to see this, that looking and thinking differently equates value, strength and virtue. This notion, which reads now more as a norm than a revolutionary sentiment, were made “common” when The Civil Rights and Voting Rights Act ensured that no one’s right or opinions were compromised because they appeared different. 

    By no measure, America is perfect. The Civil Rights Summit’s featured speakers and attendees resembled more of the 1960’s America, not today’s America. No Asian American speaker took part; I believe Rep. Castro were the only Latino speaker. every LBJ Library employees I’ve encountered were white; very few Asian American faces were in the audience. 

    Parts of Voting Rights provision were repealed. Healthcare reform is far from complete. Flying-pigs seem more plausible than immigration reform at this point. Wealth means worth and poor evokes contempt. Gender and sexual orientation are used as reasons to disfranchise. In my lowest moments, I can’t help but wonder if our society is even worth fighting for. 

    But I count the moments where I became a better person by interacting with people not only embraces but also fight for people who are different than themselves. Then I’m brought to a place where I see that so many are fighting for causes they believe in.  And that they do bring changes that impact one other person or a nation. 

    And that just being part of such people is a cause worth putting up one hell of a fight. 



    (via washingtonpost)

     
  5. newshour:

    washingtonpost:

    silentgiantla:

    Animated artwork by Rebecca Mock

    Fine, detailed and subtle animated artwork created by New York illustrator Rebecca Mock. Apparently the animated gif back to stay, gradually more and more people are exploring this old format and customers asking for shouting. Several of these illustrations were created for the New York Times or The Warlus magazine.

    Beautiful gif art. <3

    The art of the subtle gif.

     

  6. Here’s to friends who lift our souls, help clear our views and renew our dreams. I have some inspiring, passionate, wise, kind and patient friends I decidedly don’t deserve. 

    Here’s to not being afraid of who I am and what I want. 

    Cheers. 

     

  7. ohokayyyyy asked: are you a cook?

    Don’t be hatin’ 

     
  8. Soy sauce glazed pasta with kale, pepper, garlic and SESAME SEEDS! Those seeds were game changin’

     

  9. I’m exhausted. I know I’m living comfortably under my family’s care and support. I have it a lot easier than I’d like to admit, but I’m tired, uninspired and stuck. 

    I lost track on why I report. There are temporary highs in chasing after a lede, coming up with a nutgraf that I am proud of for the first few hours, (only to rewrite later) and being inspired by brilliant reporting pieces that are published each day. But at the end of the day, I am faced with just how fleeting those excitements are. They are so short-lived that it scares me. 

    As I have spent last few hours searching for a source for both my master’s report and another article, I can’t shake off the feeling that I’m running around with no direction, aim or purpose. Yes, I have deadlines to meet, desires to be published, urge to learn more and meet new people in unfamiliar places but for what, exactly? 

    Would I get a greater sense of security and purpose once I have a job? I can picture far better myself coming up with setlist of reasons to feel insecure about my craft rather than living life with ease. There will always be a better lede, peg, nutgraf, beat I would dissect and measure myself up to and conclude that I am quite less than. 

    I can’t say I have reached to a feel-good, redeeming conclusion that Jesus should be the reason. I feel the tug but it’s hard for me to let go of my own understandings of what living out His calling should look like. 

    For now, He is showing me, through grace and kindness, that things that I so hold dearly, even with good intentions, will fail me. I feel shitty. I’m a proud person. I hate to be wrong and I hate having to wait. 

    But Jesus, help me see things through your eyes and heart. If that means having to feel this way and breaking me down further, I am okay with that. Go easy on me but show me your heart. Help me see you in me. You are my only chance of actually loving you and your people the way you intend me to. 


     

  10. "I want a pragmatic, levelheaded woman, but not a soulless machine. My ideal woman would have vulnerabilities, and would sometimes succumb to temptation. For example, when out of town, on business, in a cheerless hotel room, with only the drone of late-night TV for company — an attractive female, alone, lonely, in an unfamiliar town, with certain womanly needs and desires — she might let her better judgment slip. And I would forgive her, and love her all the more for it, even when confronted some weeks later with indisputable evidence of her misjudgment, when the Ronco® solar-powered rotisserie oven, pizza maker and shrimp de-veiner arrived in the mail. Or the jumbo dog bed made from space-age fabrics lovingly woven by blind Bahamian orphans."