This and that

THE BUG
I love Wal-Mart. Not the ambiance. Not the colorful crowds. Not the endless walk from the “food side” to the “everything else” side. But the fact you can catch a cold and buy supplies to treat it all in one visit. I can’t be sure my first cold of the season came from my stop Tuesday evening, but…something tells me yes. It just felt like germs were everwhere — on the cart with a bare metal handle because the plastic covering was gone…emanating from the woman sneezing in Produce…on my hand and then on my face when I had that itch on my cheek I couldn’t ignore. I don’t shop much at Giant Eagle these days because Wal-Mart is closer and cheaper, but I do appreciate the giant tubs of antibacterial wipes GE makes available. (Of course, we’re probably only breeding super-bugs with our incessant spritzing and wiping and squirting.)

THE FIX
I’m very thankful you can still buy pseudoephedrine products behind the counter — even though it’s like lining up at the meth clinic to get your fix. Endless lines while everyone has to give name, address, phone number, consent, signature — just use the retinal scan already. We’ve learned to try to stock up on everything cold-relief-related when we’re well…the drugs, the special box of lotion tissue (I love this), chicken soup of all kinds — this time, though, no ginger ale. Damn. I’ll have to buy a six-pack and hide it from the pop-monster. (Because, it’s only November and you know there will be a next time.)

THE GAME
When did Cris Collinsworth become such a Steelers fan? Usually I can’t bear to listen to the national announcers, but I was too tired from my cold-and-drug-induced stupor to delap the cat, get off the couch, and walk 10 feet to turn on the radio. He was so complimentary it was kind of embarrassing — I’m sure the 20,000 or so Americans watching who aren’t Steelers fans were pretty tired of it. I surmised he is so disgusted with his old team he had to let them have it extra hard — a theory later confirmed by his comments at the end of the game of what HE’D do if he owned the team (first, rebuild it from the ground up with big guys). Well, now that they have 8 wins, Mike’s prediction of an 8-8 season can now come true…ha ha. Really, it was awfully nice to see the Steelers listed behind only the Titans on the leader board (but I’m not looking forward to that game in a few weeks. At least it’s not New England who’s undefeated again.)

THE BIZ
Knock on wood, I’ve been busy with work again. After a very slow late summer and early fall, things are booming. Feast or famine, like always. I have noticed with my primary client. though, a stronger emphasis on budgets and hours allotted. How the heck do I know if I can write a 1500-word “point of view” on a topic I’ve never seen before (I scribbled down something about actuarial processes and IFRS) in 4-6 hours? How ’bout I let you know when I’m done? Yeah, it’s a tough economy, but I don’t want to be the “cheap fast one” (in love or in business).

THE DUTY
Even so, I better make that callback for the call I dodged at 5:06 yesterday to find out more. Duty, like death, taxes, and bills, waits for no bug or no lazy writer. But if it could just wait ’til Monday when I feel better, that would be great.

A professional is someone who can do
his best work when he doesn’t feel like it.
                               ~ Alistair Cooke

Stats n’at

One of the features of wordpress.com, the site where I host Writing by Ear, is that it provides statistics about the blog — how many people looked at it each day, how that compares to previous days, how that pans out over several months, what entries they read, what links they clicked on, and what search terms they used that led them to the blog. I imagine other blogging sites do the same.

By far, the search term I see show up the most relates to Fallingwater, the house Frank Lloyd Wright built for the Kaufmann family. People type in “Fallingwater,” “Wright house,” “waterfall house,” and many such variations and somehow hit upon the entry I wrote about my visit there this past May. (Six people looked at it yesterday alone.) Another frequent search relates to the entry I did last September about favorite toys from Christmases past — people find my blog looking for Baby Drowsy (or as one searcher typed: “doll that says I want another drink of”) or the Strange Change Machine or Green Ghost (“glow in the dark ghost toys”). Something called “bubble writing” shows up a lot as well — I’ve never done a search myself to find out what that is or why it leads them to me.

A hit here, a hit there…tiny numbers in the blog world. I know I’ll likely never have a huge following because my writing is all over the place, the same as it is in my Hack for Hire life. The best-read blogs seem to be devoted to one particular topic that like-minded aficionados can latch onto, like Pittsburgh or gardening or parenthood or politics. But every hit I do get is still exciting. And as my one-year blogging anniversary quietly came and went this month, I still find this whole self-publishing-at-will thing astonishing, let alone people actually reading what I write or finding me while searching for something specific. And if you search Writing by Ear on Google, guess what comes up first! Me! It’s probably the only time in my life that will ever happen — heck, I can google my NAME and not come up first.

So all hail the quirks of the search engine, the beauty of Fallingwater, the nostalgia for our favorite toys, and especially, especially the power of the blog.

The new phone book’s here! The new phone book’s here! I’m somebody!
                                 ~ Navin R. Johnson, aka Steve Martin, aka The Jerk

I’m not a journalist

A lot of people I know, both personally and professionally, don’t realize there’s a distinct difference between the kind of writing I do for a living and the kind you read in the newspaper. I’m a business writer, primarily a marketing writer. I get paid to explain things in a way that makes people want to buy a product, use a service, or work with a company. While I deal with facts, my writing is skewed to present my clients in the best light and help them stand out from the pack. It’s supposed to be biased, and it is.

Sometimes, I’m more of a technical writer — I explain complex topics to make them easier to understand. I don’t try to get people to buy something or use something, I just tell them how it works or how to use it.

Journalists, though, are different. They are trained, paid, and trusted to report the facts without injecting their own (or anyone else’s) opinions or prejudices. They’re honor-bound to “never reveal their source.” They learn to write stories in a certain way, using an “inverted pyramid” style to write concisely and put the most important information first. The focus is on sleuthing and interviewing to get the facts, quoting people verbatim, and leaving the reader to reach his/her own conclusions. In contrast, I often write the quotes that appear in my stories — I put words in my clients’ mouths, with their approval, so the words always come out right.

I’m always careful to tell people I’m not a journalist. I don’t like writing journalistic articles (though I have many times) or using AP style. I say this even though the lines between journalism and marketing have grown increasingly blurred. You’ve seen “advertorials,” I’m sure, those stories in magazines that appear to be part of the magazine, written by the magazine’s staff, but in tiny print at the top say “Advertisement.” This is marketing writing disguised as journalism — it’s biased, but it’s supposed to appear impartial.

Lately, I’ve seen more and more (dare I say most) “journalists” delving more and more into the advertorial realm — and not just on the editorial pages, where bias and opinion are the point. A few journalists and other writers have noted it as well. My brother recently sent me two excellent articles that explain what troubles me about journalism today far better than I can.

 In his article, Michael Malone, a journalist with an impressive pedigree, writes:

Now, of course, there’s always been bias in the media.  Human beings are biased, so the work they do, including reporting, is inevitably colored.  Hell, I can show you ten different ways to color variations of the word “said” – muttered, shouted, announced, reluctantly replied, responded, etc. – to influence the way a reader will apprehend exactly the same quote.  We all learn that in Reporting 101, or at least in the first few weeks working in a newsroom.  But what we are also supposed to learn during that same apprenticeship is to recognize the dangerous power of that technique, and many others, and develop built-in alarms against their unconscious. [use?…once a proofreader…]

But even more important, we are also supposed to be taught that even though there is no such thing as pure, Platonic objectivity in reporting, we are to spend our careers struggling to approach that ideal as closely as possible.  That means constantly challenging our own prejudices, systematically presenting opposing views, and never, ever burying stories that contradict our own world views or challenge people or institutions we admire.  If we can’t achieve Olympian detachment, than at least we can recognize human frailty – especially in ourselves.

He goes on to lament:

But my complacent faith in my peers first began to be shaken when some of the most admired journalists in the country were exposed as plagiarists, or worse, accused of making up stories from whole cloth.  I’d spent my entire professional career scrupulously pounding out endless dreary footnotes and double-checking sources to make sure that I never got accused of lying or stealing someone else’s work – not out any native honesty, but out of fear: I’d always been told to fake or steal a story was a firing offense . . .indeed, it meant being blackballed out of the profession.

And yet, few of those worthies ever seemed to get fired for their crimes – and if they did they were soon rehired into an even more prestigious jobs.  It seemed as if there were two sets of rules:  one for us workaday journalists toiling out in the sticks, and another for folks who’d managed, through talent or deceit, to make it to the national level.

Meanwhile, I watched with disbelief as the nation’s leading newspapers, many of whom I’d written for in the past, slowly let opinion pieces creep into the news section, and from there onto the front page.  Personal opinions and comments that, had they appeared in my stories in 1979, would have gotten my butt kicked by the nearest copy editor, were now standard operating procedure at the New York Times, the Washington Post, and soon after in almost every small town paper in the U.S.

In another excellent article (see, I’m injecting my bias there), clearly labeled an “opinion piece,” writer Orson Scott Card (a Democrat) notes:

Your job, as journalists, is to tell the truth.  That’s what you claim you do, when you accept people’s money to buy or subscribe to your paper.

But right now, you are consenting to or actively promoting a big fat lie — that the housing crisis should somehow be blamed on Bush, McCain, and the Republicans.  You have trained the American people to blame everything bad — even bad weather — on Bush, and they are responding as you have taught them to.

If you had any personal honor, each reporter and editor would be insisting on telling the truth — even if it hurts the election chances of your favorite candidate.

Based on the past year of election hype, I truly believe the mainstream media has become nothing more than the PR arm of the Democratic party. (And no, I’m not a Republican — I’m registered Independent, for good reason. I used to hate conservative talk radio — now I like it, if only because it’s a break from and a counterpoint to the relentlessly liberal and biased reporting I’m bombarded with everywhere else. I’m a Libra — the scales — we strive for balance and need to hear both sides.) If we, as a nation, elect the least qualified person ever to seriously contend for president in 8 days, it will be because the media told us to by skewing the facts and the coverage. And if we don’t elect him, the media will tell us it’s because we’re a nation of racists.

And you know what — that’s my opinion. I’m allowed to express it when I write my blog, because it’s like an editorial page just for me. I’m also allowed to skew marketing materials to present my clients in the best possible light. I’m not allowed to lie, nor would I, but I don’t have to pretend to be unbiased.

I’m not a journalist. And I can sleep at night. Based on how this election turns out, though, I foresee a lot of sleepless nights in my future — and yours. What or whom you blame those dark circles on will likely depend on whose version of the truth you believe.

I read no newspaper now but Ritchie’s, and in that
chiefly the advertisements, for they contain the
only truths to be relied on in a newspaper.
                                         ~ Thomas Jefferson, 
letter to Nathaniel Macon,
  January 12, 1819

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