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Monthly Archives: April 2008

Mark this on your calendar – photojournalist Kael Alford will be speaking at the Student Learning Center (room 248 – changed room) on Thursday, April 24 at 4:30 p.m. Her work from Iraq was featured in the Georgia Review magazine last year.


For years I joked the ultimate job for me was photo editor at the Wall Street Journal. Because, as you may know, they never ran photos. Saunter in to the daily news meeting and have an editor bark out section titles, then call, “PHOTO!”

And calmly respond, “Not today, boss, maybe tomorrow.”

On Wednesday, the venerable WSJ (for years more gray than the Gray Lady) published … on the front page … photos.

Former student Tom O’Connor forwarded along a New York Times story about sports organizations wrestling with the blogging world. Do they credential them? Do they limit their online “reporting?”

I am all for news organizations finding a way to stay financially viable. Mostly, I believe if they can remain relevant to their readers, they’ll make it. (I know, overly simplistic, but that’s the core for me – stay relevant.)

While poking around today, I saw an extra little icon at the end of a couple of story headlines. I was used to seeing the video icon, telling me this was a video story instead of a text one. But the new icon looked like, well … a t-shirt.

And it was.

Next to the following stories, you could click on a link and order a t-shirt with the headline printed on it:

We wonder why our readers don’t turn to us? Maybe it’s because we’ve given up hope on being news sites and are now entertainizing everything, trying to make it palatable.

I thought the “spotted” idea was bad … now this.

There should be a rant right here about how JOURNALISTS need to take their news product back. How we need to fix this before a bunch of business-school drop-outs try to entertainize all that we do in a search for unrealistic profit margins, but if you’re reading this, you’ve probably got your own rant going.

Not much here in the way of photojournalism, but has a story up on Jill Leovy who, for the last year, worked on the Los Angeles Times‘ Homicide Blog.

Street level reporting at its truest form, Leovy went and talked with families and friends of more than 800 homicide victims over the last year.

Lisa Williams over at the Idea Lab has a post on the “10 Things Journalists Should Know About Surviving in a High-Tech Industry.”

It took me a moment with thinking of “journalism” as a “high-tech industry,” but it is. A lot of the insane things dot-commers were doing a decade ago we’re doing now … a decade late. Don’t know how to code? Learn it on your own time, get yourself a better job. Don’t know how to do an audio slide show? Learn it on your own time, get yourself a better job.

It’s no longer good enough to be good at your current job, you need to be good at the next job, too, even before you get it.

That’s what I’m still feeling, but it’s a good thing. This past weekend was our Third Annual UGA Photojournalism Weekend Workshop, this year based here in Athens.

Visiting editor Mike Roy, from the Westchester (N.Y.) Journal, with help from USA Today’s Katye Martens and the Charleston (S.C.) Post and Courier’s Sarah Bates, put together a video on the weekend’s activities. (Click that link to see the video, some browsers are having trouble showing the whole screen in the blog.)

Mindy McAdams, Flash Goddess, wrote about a blog post by Carrie Niland, who I know but didn’t know had a blog …

Anyway, Carrie takes on an over-toned image by a former intern that recently appears in Photo District News. The comments are as good as the entry.

It says you can join a National Geographic photographer in Australia …

Fine print is a little, well, odd … seems you need to fly yourself there and they’ll fly you back. Not sure on that, though.

Announced today …

For Spot Braking Photography, Reuters’ Adrees Latif for his photo of wounded Japanese photographer Kenji Nagai in Myanmar.

For Feature Photography, Preston Gannaway of the Concord (N.H.) Monitor for photos of a family coping with a parent’s terminal illness.