Conflicts of interest can come from the strangest places. The Site C dam being an example of Provincial Government spending for no other reason to “create jobs”, but alternatives were never looked at, the environment was never thought about, and all sorts of groups of people are willing to do anything they can to make those understand how much of an environmental hazard it could become.
As a budding reporter trying to do a good job, it’s better for you to get to the heart of the story that to right fluff pieces about how great it is because you’re in a relationship with someone that works there. You’re willing to overlook things, or ignore problems, sacrificing how weird it is, to stay in a relationship that bleeds into your writing. (most times, it doesn’t sound like a great one either.)
That kind of stuff can really bite you in the ass in the end.
This is what I’ve learned about conflicts of interest. Even if you’re in a small town news paper, never find yourself in a small town paper willing to fluff an article for others that don’t care about you as much as you’re willing to fluff. Then I half to read about it, and get exhausted.
You ever notice the behaviour that civilians seem to have these days when it comes to live news cameras? Whether it’s being interviewed or just walking past it, they lack a certain morality on purpose.
Take for example, the guy that decided to stand in-between a reporter and his camera during the news of an oil spill that happened in Vancouver some days back:
First order of business coming out of school for the term was a fancy lad photo-shoot. You might ask yourself, Michael why?
Good question. I don’t have any answers other than some of my peers thought I looked very 19th century with my chops, and demanded such a shoot to happen.
Needless to say I always comply. Continue reading
There was a time, long ago when Conan O’Brien still had the ‘Late Night’ show, and the musical guest at the time was D12. The song that they was rapping was My Band, something absolutely crucial as an ensemble piece.
In-between all their verses, they would just start shouting “Where’s Marshal!?” as if Eminem, the man himself (and arguably who the song is really all about) is missing and nowhere to be found. Continue reading
“Ugh, you’re such a little slobber monster.”
Kanye West was coming out of the bedroom in his leather vest, sipping on a cup of Seattle’s Best. He could hear his wife Kim playing with the baby in the living room, North’s giggle was out in full bloom. His boyish demeanour always so curious/about his child, who to him was just mysterious. He doesn’t really like to go near her too often because babies give him the heebie-jeebies.
But for North, he tries.
“What are you girls up to?” he asked softly. Continue reading
What do you do when you have the perfect shot and it’s a little cut off, making it a picture that you just can’t use for the article?
Naturally, use the photo anyway if it’s just ‘too good’, but for those that want to enter into taboo territory, photoshop is your answer.
I’m often unfairly critical of photography, because so many of my friends like to think they can just take it up no problem (It’s so easy it’s soooo easy.)
Surely it’s one of those things. Everyone can be a photographer, but not everyone can take pictures well. Continue reading
The original idea I had for this website wasn’t so much about telling the internet children ‘what for’ but as an excuse to draw comics again.
Newsgetter press, was about a tiny little newsroom, aspiring to write about the events of the day to the younger demographic. It would be topical to a long winded blog post attempting to explain what the strip was event about.
As much as I enjoyed the idea, I didn’t feel like I could muster up enough enthusiasm to keep drawing even if the plan was a two strip a week basis, so the whole thing was put on the back-burner, and idealoclast existed instead.
The rock that sits in front of the Library of Langara college is a very curious site. An unofficial mascot of the state of students in the modern age. Boorish, heavy, can’t be bothered to do anything, yet pleasant to look at. In an attempt to seem friendlier to people it had a brief stint with a twitter account. But stopped tweeting when it shaved off it’s moustache. Continue reading
Well it seems I’ve really screwed the pooch, so to speak. Midterms week is over and I’ve seemed to at least fail one exam miserably. I chose not to let it get me down though, there are worse things that can happen, and have happened to me and a terrible mark is nothing to shake a fist at. Continue reading