Category Archives: Journalism

Outraged by the Outrage

o-ROLLING-STONE-TSARNAEV-570I’m sure I’m in the minority feeling this way, but peoples’ outrage over the Tsarnaev Rolling Stone cover seems to be entirely based on context.  I don’t have a problem with it at all.  Journalism is journalism, no matter how you slice it.

The photo chosen for the cover is not “glammed-up”, in fact it is the same photo seen countless times in the media already.  When you do a prominent story, whomever you are, you put a picture of the central figure on the cover of your publication and this is nothing new.  I have to wonder how many people have taken the time to actually read the article, which carries an important message.  Rather, people are content to blabber on about the disrespect they see on the surface.  Too bad so few people look beneath the surface.  We are truly a nation dominated by childish ignorance.  I have nothing but respect and admiration for those who survived and responded to the Boston attack, but as a thinking man I have to say this latest “outrage” just goes too far. Continue reading

Your Moment of Zen, on Sunday Morning

Originally published on Sunday, July 29, 2012 at 9:54am

Zen on Sunday Morning

CBS News Sunday Morning has been around for as many years as I’ve been alive.  Originally hosted by Charles Kuralt, and since 1994 by the similarly venerable Charles Osgood, it is a show best described as Sunday New York Times Arts & Leisure section meets 60 Minutes.

While I was growing up, my mother loved this show.  She made a point of watching it every Sunday, as I’m sure she still does today (it’s been a while since we’ve talked about it).  Invariably, it would be recorded on VHS for rewind and playback, or later viewing, as there were no DVRs in those days.  Occasionally, she’d call my attention to some segment, pulling me away from whatever I was doing, or urging me until I watched the recording a little later.  I hated this show, and didn’t particularly have a taste for any kind of “news,” so this was no different.  I even vaguely recall Mr. Kuralt reading on-air, a viewer letter from the mother of a little girl “forced” to watch the show, referring to it as “the broccoli of the airwaves.” Continue reading