Very Appropriate Jewelry

Blurring the Professional with the Personal

When it comes to social networking, I’m all about blurring the personal and the professional. A work acquaintance recently told me said she looks at my Facebook profile everyday because she enjoys the items I post. To me, that was a HUGE compliment! Admittedly, you’ll end up censoring yourself a bit (take down the drunk pics; don’t tweet that you want to punch someone in the face… things like that). But I love knowing what my work associates/sources/coworkers/old friends are really like.

Today I’m covering RainCamp for REALTOR Magazine, a social media and Web technology business event. Here are a few questions that have popped up, which may give you a little food for thought:

  • How do you naturally blend your business and personal lives on your networks and profiles?
  • Does your online personality match your offline personality? Are you being authentic and using your own voice?
  • Are you making meaningful connections?
  • Do you relate to your audience/followers/friends?

Here are some ideas from the event:

  • Blog with transparency. Be yourself.
  • Make meaningful and useful comments.
  • Be consistent. Reply to your friends and followers. That’s how real connections are made.
  • Think you don’t have the time? Set aside a half hour each day.

So, if you want to keep the blurred convos going, give me a follow: @ericanoel

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Thinking of the West

Do you ever feel like going out into the middle of nowhere and screaming as loud as you can? For the past three days I’ve had this nervous energy where all I want to do is scream and yell and thrash my head and run until I can’t run anymore. My body is seeking an exhilarating freedom it can’t get in an office cube or on a subway car. I want to reach my hands up to the clouds and spin in the night until the stars look like streaming ashes from a firework. I want to jump off a cliff into freezing cold water. I want to swim to the bottom of the ocean and only come up for air when I can’t hold my breath for another second. That would feel really good right now.

Is Objective Journalism Dead?

When I was working as a newspaper reporter in Minnesota, I once received a compliment from a state representative that made me incredibly proud. He said he enjoyed being interviewed by me because I never led on to whether I was a Republican or Democrat, and neither did my questions. “Now don’t tell me,” he said. “I don’t want to know.” I never did.

Don’t get me wrong, I do realize that people develop a belief system based on their family, environment, experiences, profession, and education that fundamentally manifests into biases that play out in their life choices, relationships, and maybe even creeps into their subconscious. But… and this is a big BUT… I have faith in journalists. Not all. There are some bad eggs out there. But I believe true journalists can put their biases aside to do their job. I did it. I did it and still do on a daily basis. And I love it because I love giving people the entire picture of events in our communities, in our government, and in our world. By being exposed to all view points, one is better equipped to form their own opinions and stand by them. They also have a truer understanding of their friends, neighbors, coworkers who are all entitled to their own opinions. What is wrong with presenting a subject in the most objective manner possible while still holding on to your own personal beliefs?

Well, according to the Atlanta Progressive News, there is something wrong with that. Going so far, in fact, that they fired one of their reporters, Jonathan Springston, because “he held on to the notion that there was an objective reality that could be reported objectively,” according to an e-mail from his editor, Matthew Cardinale.

The firing part isn’t what gets me. It is specifically spelled out in the editor’s statement and on the publication’s website that objectivity is not really their bag, instead opting for a “progressive” slant in their editorial policy. So, if you’re into objectivity, it’s probably not the place you should be working anyway.

What I can’t get over is the part of Cardinale’s statement that says: “We believe there is no such thing as objective news.”

Wrong. News, real news, is objective. What the Atlanta Progressive News is presenting is commentary masked with the word news in order to leverage the word’s credibility that was hard won by hardworking journalists who poured their lives and hearts into reporting – objectively. They didn’t do their jobs so that people like Cardinale could write about their news with commentary all safe and cozy from their office, most likely on a MacBook.

Cardinale’s statement (which he has taken a lot of heat for) also says: “Fortunately, our audience–working families–comprises a majority of people in the United States who are largely ignored by corporate media sources.”

My response:

A.) Most over-worked, under-paid journalists come from working families and are missioned with expanding news coverage to encompass all sections of the community, including those where advertising dollars are scarce.

B.) The digital divide is still a very real thing in the U.S. Yes, the statistics are shrinking, and that is a good thing. However, the “working families” Cardinale is referring to who are truly disenfranchised by the media are not reading his “news” anyway. Why? Because the Atlanta Progressive News is published online only. And according to a report released by the U.S. Department of Commerce National Telecommunications and Information Administration just last month, “over 30 percent of households and 35 percent of persons do not use the Internet at home, and 30 percent of all persons do not use the Internet anywhere.” And what demographic is this? Blacks and Hispanics in rural areas. It also has to do with income. In 2009, “the users of broadband at home ranged from the highest percentages by those persons who are most affluent (with annual family income of $150,000 or greater) to the lowest percentages by those with $15,000 annual family income or less.”

C.) Newspapers – specifically small-town community papers – are still doing a better job of reaching and informing the “working families” referred to above.

You know, I started this Pen Street blog when I was in grad school because I wanted a place to publish my stories. When I finished my master’s, I didn’t know quite what to do with this site. Publish my opinions? It’s been a struggle. Sure, I’m a far left liberal and I can argue my opinions with the best of them. And I thoroughly enjoy reading opinionated blogs. There is definitely a place for them in the realm of media and some commentators are truly gifted in the art of discussion, I could never compete. However, I was taught, trained, drilled, possibly even mentally beaten with the fact that journalists – serious hard news reporters – separate from that when they are doing their job.

Now you tell me, do we really need more talking heads who will kill any morsel of objectivity that’s left out there? Or do we need to focus on getting back to the basics, the facts, and providing all sides of the stories for as many people as possible? Is it too late to reverse the slow death of objective journalism?

**On a systemic issue, here is an excellent examination of newspapers’ relationship with democracy.

A Fun New Anxiety: Killer Ice

Michigan AvenueI’ve developed a fear I never had before moving to Chicago and working downtown: ice plummeting 40 stories during a winter thaw and impaling me on my head.

Giant skyscrapers and melting snow are a bad combination, and you’re reminded of the pending horror constantly. Signs are everywhere, written in large red letters, “DANGER: FALLING ICE.” No, it doesn’t say “Beware,” or “Watch Out,” or “Caution.” It says “Danger” in all caps. They’re not kidding around. It totally psychs me out.

So I pull up my hood, convincing myself that somehow if I’m unlucky enough to walk under that corner of building just as the icicle’s cling to end of the roof gives way, that the thin layer of matted down feathers will cushion the fall. When in reality it will really be my skull that cushions the fall. OK, I’ve lived in Chicago three years and have never actually seen it happen with my own eyes (only read about it). But the snow is extra drippy right now.

Maybe I should have moved to Hawaii.

Pic of the Day: Birds on the Run

Captiva Island, Florida

My Six-Word Memoir

The popularity of the six-word memoir a la Ernest Hemingway is back with the release of Smith Magazine’s new book, Six-Word Memoirs on Love & Heartbreak, a follow-up to Not Quite What I Was Planning. The idea: Your life in one sentence, six words. Here’s mine:

Learned how mighty the pen is.

I could also go with:

Never satisfied, but working on it.

Lives vivid dreams during waking hours.

I write best while on deadline.

My teenage angst never went away.

Music saved me, more than once.

I’d rather be at the beach.

What is your six-word memoir? Comment it below. You can also post it on Smith Magazine’s website and it may be used in a future book!

Dear Maine,

I’m disappointed, Maine. Gay marriage no, but medical marijuana yes? State-run grow houses OK, but gay monogamous commitment is not?

Marriage in the U.S. is a legal recognition of a union joining two people into a partnership, a family. With that recognition comes certain civil benefits that should be accessible to all citizens, such as taxes, next of kin decisions, access to health insurance, etc. Most arguments against same sex marriage are religious in nature. However, we live in a country with a separation of church and state, and I’d like to keep it that way. Everyone should know that the church/state separation protects religious institutions most.

As my dear friend Heidi put it, “Minority rights shouldn’t be contingent on the opinion of the majority.” On most issues I support ballot measures – referendums, levies, major capital improvement projects, even medical marijuana. But civil rights issues (yes, marriage is a civil right) should be fully accessible to all U.S. citizens and protected under federal law. Yes, Maine, I’ll see your state vote and raise you a Supreme Court vote.

To me it is morally reprehensible to discriminate, against anyone. Why prevent two responsible, committed adults from pursuing their own happiness? And how will the allotment of legal marriage rights to same sex couples have any bearing on your life? Don’t give me that “it will be taught in public schools” bologna. Parents are vastly more influential on their children than public schools. If you choose to hate on gay people, I’m sure your children will do the same.

Now, I have a secret to share… sshhhhhh… come closer…. closer… can you read this? Good. OK, here goes… Gay couples already do get married. Yep, that’s right! Under God and everything. In places of worship, no less. But that’s not the issue, Maine. The issue is securing equal protections and civil rights under law for all citizens.

In conclusion, Maine, you are just another bump on the road to the inevitable: federally recognized same sex marriage. It will happen. Next year Generation Y will outnumber Baby Boomers. Change is slow, but it will happen.

Sincerely,

Erica

p.s. I still want to visit your beautiful coastline and eat lobster.

Pic of the Day: Chinatown Window Sushi

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Chinatown, Chicago, October 2009