Friday, March 28, 2008

Something to Hide?

The first person I would think ready to comment on the subject of ethics in journalism would be a Christian newspaper or other ultra-right-wing-fundamentalist monthly. Hmmm. Not so much. In the search for answers about ethics in journalism, this author found that the major local newspaper of the area was eager to answer questions about ethics in journalism but some the Christian publications, both local and abroad, preferred a more “loose lips sink ships” approach. “Und jus’ who are you writink zis awtikal for? Vat is yoouer nem und identifikashun numba? Und ‘ow can I confirm, vat iz zis, Jerry B. Jenkins Christian Writer’s Guild, is a legitimate organization?” Or the other extreme, “Are you recording this conversation? You never know who might be listening. No, actually, we’re getting out of the newspaper business, you may have heard . . . never mind what I meant by that! I’m actually selling this rag, you want to buy it? I’m getting out of the business, see . . . no, I don’t want to answer any questions! Gotta go! [click]”

I couldn’t believe that last conversation really took place until I heard the familiar automaton on the other end of the line, “If you’d like to make call, please hang up and dial again . . . “ Of course, I exaggerate slightly, I do mean slightly though. Those snippets really do capture the essence of the responses I got from the Christian publications that I contacted.

Jim Kershner of the Spokesman Review newspaper, on the other hand, was kind enough to answer my questions.

E: For you, when is the line crossed between serving journalism and serving the subject of your journalism? In your opinion, does accepting discounts or freebies blur that line?

JK: We never accept freebies or discounts. Anything beyond a cup of coffee or something trivial like that crosses the line. There is no reason to accept anything, except possibly a homemade brownie. That would be just rude to turn that down. But in general, accepting something like free lodging puts you in the awkward position of having accepted something that other people would pay for. It is much simpler to simply turn it down. Otherwise, you always have that nagging question in the back of your mind about whether you were swayed or not.

Also, he provided a link to their values statement online. It turns out that editors had just been hashing this out as I contacted Mr. Kershner. The values statement is very well done. After I read parts of it, I got the impression that the SR considers itself very mission oriented. They believe that they are there to serve the public not themselves or their Pulitzer Prize seeking egos.

In contrast, the negative or null responses I got from the half-dozen or so Christian publications, plus what I’ve read of them, give me an unfavorable impression. I am given the impression that whenever there is an agenda to be imposed, the temptation to make that the sole reason for the publication is dangerously tempting. Christian journalism all too easily becomes Christian propaganda.

Having said that, I do exclude more reputable mags like Christianity Today and Weekly World Magazine from that generalization. It does make me wonder though why “Christian” journalism as a label is necessary. Why shouldn’t it just be good journalism that flows out of a believer who seeks truth and the faithful reporting of it?

Monday, January 07, 2008

McDonalds from 5 Points of View

DJ
The sign on the outside said McDonald’s but it wasn’t the same as the McDonald’s in Tarrytown. This one didn’t have a play place with a ball crawl and slide. A picture on the window showed Ronald McDonald and Grimace. They were coming to this McDonald’s on Sunday. DJ wouldn’t be here though. He would be New Castle on Sunday. DJ wasn’t in New Castle yet nor was he in Tarrytown anymore, he was in between. The food took too long and Debbie mommy forgot to take the pickles off his cheeseburger. Hank daddy did get him a strawberry shake though. DJ never had strawberry before, it was good. Did they have McDonald’s in New Castle? Would that one have a play place with a ball crawl and a slide?

Katrina
Oh, the nails on the five-dollar-an-hour cashier were utterly hideous! You could just tell that were fake and probably done at that place by Walmart off the interstate. The wandering eyes of the pimply faced sandwich maker casually looked Katrina over as she turned in the application. As if! This place would be a wonderful subject for her cultural diversity report in social studies. How many minorities does it take to mop up a grease spill after the lunch rush? ‘Affirmative Action at its Worst’ could be the title. What were they using to clean the bathrooms, orange soda? That’s what it smelled like.


Bennie
McDonald’s coffee was usually the best. Something was slightly off today though. Maybe they got the mixture wrong. That sometimes happens on the soda machines. You just get carbonated, tasteless bubble water or it is entirely too sweet. The coffee was too strong today, maybe too many beans ground too fine. That must be it.
Cheryl isn’t here today. She would have gotten it right. Instead, Michelle is working the front. Cheryl would have made sure the table was clean before he got to his seat, which was hard and cold. The seat opposite him was empty, just a yellow empty space reflecting the harsh glare of sunlight. Yellow is such a bright color for a seat, it was so wide open like an empty billboard. Bennie sipped his coffee and stared blankly at the poorly used advertising space across from him.

Milt
Was that French music they were playing over the loud speaker? Milt couldn’t remember whether it was the French or the Swiss that favored the accordion. Maybe he would just have to take a leisurely trip over to Europe and find out first hand. The closest Milt was getting to France today, though, would be the special sauce on his Big Mac. It must be French dressing or is it Thousand Island? It must be French, why else would it be called ‘special?’ Milt found this last conclusion amusing and he giggled to himself with his mouth full of “two-all-beef-patties-special sauce (let’s not forget that)-lettuce cheese-pickles-onions –on a sesame seed bun.” What a catchy tune!
Wow! The place was hoppin’! This particular McDonald’s was one efficiently running machine. Everything thing seemed to run so smoothly here. There had been a grease spill in the back and five employees swarmed on it to wipe the mess up before someone had an accident. The lovely cashier at the register with the sparkly nails was right on top of things delegating tasks to her fellow McDonaldland comrades. Like a well oiled machine, from the timing of the fry machine beepers to the spic-n-span smelling bathrooms, this store was run like it should just like Milt’s life.

Tracy
An untouched Mega-Mac lay smack dab in the middle of the papered brown tray. Equally un-munched upon French fries were stationed to the left and on the right side of her mini-hamburger-building was her un-sipped shamrock shake. Oblivious to the world around her and her food as well, Tracy feverishly punched buttons on her cell phone.
Who else needed to know? Who didn’t know yet? Half the staff here at McDonald’s already knew. Michelle at the register reminded Tracy to super-size her meal because now she was eating for two. Two? What if it, they, were twins? It didn’t matter though, boy, girl, whatever! Maybe one day she could bring him here and he would pull the pickles off his cheeseburger like the blonde-haired boy sitting in the next booth over.

Friday, October 05, 2007

Excerpt from JUST ANOTHER ROBOT play

[Originally performed at Crossroad in Nishinomiya, Japan, March '07...in Japanese. This is a translation]

TAROKUN
I'm...bored and lonely.

EGO
What?

TAROKUN
Bored! There's nothing to do, no
one to do it with and no time with
which to do it. I need a change of
pace. Maybe I should get a new
apartment.

EGO
What good is that going to do you?
I don't know, it would be newer,
cleaner than this place.

EGO
This place was once newer and cleaner.

TAROKUN
I just want to start over though,
get a new perspective on life or
something, make some new friends.

EGO
What's wrong with the friends you
have now?

TAROKUN
They don't have time for me. Or
maybe I don't have time for them.
They work like I do. I feel like
just another robot. I go to work at
8 o'clock and I get off at 6. I'm
too tired or hung over to do anything
on the weekends. Besides, Yuki got
married, Haruo got moved by his
company to Yokohama and Kyoshi has a
new girlfriend. There's no one left.

EGO
But don't you have a few drinks
afterwards with the guys at work
sometimes?

TAROKUN
They are not my friends though.
They are my co-workers and my boss.
I have to go. That's not friendship,
that's networking, that's
"nomunication," part of my job.
I'll never get a promotion if I don't
go out with them.

EGO
What about that young lady you went
on a date with last month? You
haven't called her in a while. Why
not?

TAROKUN
Hmmm. Could that be because she
looks like a horse and laughs like a
seal? Besides, she's boring.

EGO
What do you mean by boring?

TAROKUN
She never does anything interesting.

EGO
Oh, you mean kind of like--

TAROKUN
Don't say it!

EGO
YOU?

TAROKUN
(just looks and Ego
for a beat or two
and then hangs his
head in his hands)

EGO
What do you want?

TAROKUN
(standing)
I want...I don't know what I want
exactly. I just feel lonely that's
all.

EGO
What would your life look like if
you weren't lonely?
[Appearing not to listen, Taro picks up the remote control
and turns on the TV and sits down again.]

TAROKUN
It might look like that. See how
happy they are? They have a new
apartment with new appliances.
(switches station)
These guys are happy about pizza.
(switches station)
There, that man, now he looks happy.

EGO
(reads like an
announcer from a
commercial)
Maybe if you drove the car he's
driving, drank the tea he's drinking,
you'd have the girl he's having and
you'd be happy, too.

TAROKUN
But that's not real! I know that's
not real!

EGO
What is real?

THE END

Sunday, September 09, 2007

Back in the States

We've moved back to the States, but I'm living on campus at Mukogawa Fort Wright Institute. A hundred or so Japanese women just invaded the campus and have been fawning over my six-year-old daughter and taking pictures of her. In that way, I guess I haven't left

It really is nice to be home though.

Friday, March 30, 2007

Hiroshima Peace Memorial Park

Last Thursday, looking at our calendar and counting the days until we had to start work at Mukogawa again, Brenda and I realized that we would have to go to Hiroshima the middle of the following week if we were to go at all. So, found a friendly travel agent at local department store and booked a three day, two night stay in Hiroshima via the Shinkansen, the world's fastest train.
For more on the Shinkansen see this link.
Pretty slick looking, huh? The weather behaved very nicely for our stint in Hiroshima. This was our first trip as a family without any Japanese friends along to help us translate, book or explain everything to us. We had a great time. We saw the Hiroshima Peace Memorial Museum that presents an extensive and graphic exhibit of the facts of the atomic bomb explosion at Hiroshima in 1945. We skirted the kids past the more graphic displays. It really is something though.






This watch stopped at the time of the blast. The hand that wore it was in a display case to the left. Just kidding, but not far from kidding, seriously. Some of the photos are very graphic and yes there are some human body fragments (skin, hair, fingernails) on display as well. Scary stuff. The truth that the museum wants the observer to take away is that nuclear weapons are a bad thing, put them away.
There were some other features of Hiroshima Peace Memorial Park worth noting. This is called the A-Bomb Dome.


It was a building that was 490 feet away from the hypocenter of the blast. Its ruins were preserved (there's a contradiction in terms for you) so that future generations could witness the destruction of nuclear weapons.