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Showing posts with label snark. Show all posts
Showing posts with label snark. Show all posts

Thursday, February 12, 2015

REPUBLIC OF SNARK and THROWBACK TO NEWS JUDGEMENT

HAIR TRIGGER NASTINESS
     Maybe it's all the caffeine, or 24 hours of cable news yackers. We are wired and wireless and trending and our analytics are almost important as the Dow. Whether it's the spirit of our tweet or post or actual comment in a meeting, we've become a nation obsessed with snark, the 2015 version of snide. Invective has infected.
     It will take social archaeologists to explain why. In the meantime we all seem to suffer through a prolonged season of nastiness.
     Television maybe the greatest purveyor, or perhaps it's social media, but its omnipresent and it is making jack asses out of many of us and it threatens civilization. At least it threatens civilized conversation, dialogue and even debate. So many seem driven to be, dare I invoke a 20th Century and politically incorrect phrase, bitchy.  No gender reference here, simply the attitude. Nasty.
     The Brian Williams sadness has been a magnet for a lot of invective and scorn. It doesn't take much, but this has been a bonanza for snark masters.
     The masters of nasty live in the comments section of the Internet. I picture desperately unhappy and unbalanced people unloading on all the failures, misery and unhappiness of their lives with their lethal toned diatribes and rants. Most of this carping deserves to be ignored. But for many it is bait and thus the word battle of the nasties ensue. 
     "Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn!"  If we can genre and time hop and borrow a sentiment.  Life is too precious to permit others to show their butt headedness.  It's time for an attitude change, on tv, in social media, at the coffee shop and anywhere else where sarcasm has replaced reason.
Let's get back to plain old fashioned arguing without the snide, eye rolling, tongue clucking, sassiness.
IT'S THAT TIME
 A tribute to California spring as an antidote to those of you caught in winter.






  Things are growing well in "Indiana" with a bumper crop of lettuce.


THROWBACK TO JUDGEMENT
   As the sad destruction of Brian Williams and NBC's credibility plays out before us I post a shot of what I will call the "safety bench."
   This is the conference table where for 3 years I presided as the News Director, the senior news executive, of a division that provided programming for CBS, CW and Univision affiliated television stations. 
    We met here in the morning with our day side staff and again in the early afternoon with our evening staff.  We were responsible for at least 7 hours of programming each day across three stations and the accountability started here.
     Reporters, producers, photographers, editors, graphic artists, assignment staff and promotion people would gather as we planned a days coverage and approach.  But we also evaluated.  What did we do well in the previous 24 hour cycle?  Where did we mess up?  Why?  How could we have done it better?  What can we bring to coverage that will make the viewers investment of time worth it?  Every day.  It is not common for the senior executive to guide the session, but I thought it needed to be done. I had the best support staff available in my assistant News Director Kevin, executive Producer Stacy, Assignment Manager Jim, unit managers and a great team of producers.  
     There was a tendency in many shops to "get rolling," to get out of the meeting.  We took the time to evaluate, analyze, criticize, compliment and to measure our work product against our mission/vision statement and our operating principles.  
      Our team did well, very well. As I read about the Brian Williams credibility issue, I can't help but wonder how it might have been different if he had been held accountable by a process that didn't allow ego, big salary or title to filter him from the scrutiny our staff sustained everyday.
            I am thrilled to hear from former employees and colleagues who say those were great years. Some tell me they were the best of their careers. It was all about a mission, a purpose and putting the interests of viewers above all else.

       See you down the trail.
      

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

SHAME ON SLATE'S HANNA ROSIN & A SILLY CAT DRAMA

GET SOME CLASS HANNA 
     She is not the only one, only the most recent, but Hanna Rosin of Slate is another of those prince or princesses of "snark."  
       Her offense, and there are many of us who have felt
compelled to say so, was this line she penned on the death of Jan Berenstain.

“The world today brings news that Jan Berenstain, co-author with her husband Stan, of the 45 years and running Berenstain Bears series for children, has passed on to a better world. As any right thinking mother will agree, good riddance.”

          
    There are certainly more egregious offenses, but it is the insensitivity that bothers me.  Too many people today are  too busy trying to be cute, clever, bitchy or whatever, to measure the impact of their words.  People have written that Jan Berenstain was a kind and gentle woman, her family is hurt by the line and she deserves more respect.
      As a reporter and later as a news manager I tried to avoid the all too common gallows humors or cynicism that can abound in veteran news people.  I thought it was important to never mask or hinder our sensitivity with any form of callousness. To do so was to loose touch with the real emotion of a moment.  
       It is a prevalent attitude today. Rosin's, and others, form of snark is more about themselves, their own cleverness, than it is illuminating. 
      She offended people.  She appeared shallow and mean spirited. But more seriously she displayed an ignorance about the importance of words and how they are received. She 
appeared to be more concerned about her desire to be in the spotlight than with the audience who would receive her words.  Hanna, it is not all about you. Please share that
with a few other media practitioners.

DAY BOOK
THE CAT BROTHERS DRAMA
 "Hey little bro.  Let's go through the fence again"
 "See, that's cool."
"Easy for you. If I keep putting on weight it's going to be a hassle."
 "Oh, that sun feels great. Time for a nap maybe."

 "Yea, this is the life."
"Hmm?"

 "What was that?"
 "It's me. I said you were snoring"
 "You trying to start something?"
"No. Just smelling this plant"
 "You're trying to start something huh?"
"Bring it on big brother."
 rumble
 wrestle
 "Gotcha! Say dog!  SAY DOG!!"
"If that's the way you're going to play, I'm going in the garage."
"That's cool. Think I'm going through the fence again."