Monday, February 06, 2017

Social MEdia Revolutions like Work Sets JC Free: hunger for political change

One keeps forgetting old age up to the very brink of the grave.
— Colette, born around this date in 1873

The concept of dignity has long since lost all meaning for me. I’m a desperate man. I live for the days of calm, between the black waves, when I can read and my soul expands.
– Frenet, Journal


Keep our mouths shut? Fat chance, say media leaders


Ralph Steadman spent days trying to find Hunter S Thompson for their first assignment, the landmark article ‘The Kentucky Derby Is Decadent and Depraved’. The result changed journalism forever




Social media dragons as a form of surveillance

Squirrel takes on rattlesnake BBC. Watch this excerpt from David Attenborough’s Story of Life– an inspiration for underdogs everywhere

Hamon’s win highlights hunger for political change FT


Helicopter 2Emily Grant (Washburn), Helicopter Professors:

Helicopter professors, like their parenting counterparts, hover over students, guiding them precisely, and swooping in to rescue them from any hint of failure or challenge. Just as helicopter parenting can be harmful to children, helicopter professoring poses similar threats to students, not the least of which is creating disengaged students dependent on professors for all aspects of their learning and development.


Just what we needed: more fakery
It appears we now need to be on alert for bogus fact-checkers of bogus information. The Guardian looks at such a situation in Sweden, and provides some insights on how to tell the difference between official fact-checkers and fakers. And Wired takes a look at fake "think tanks" that fuel fake news




'Fake news' or a 'social experiment'? 
The people behind an Illinois-based "satirical" website call their content a "middle finger of an art project."  But stories on the site have provoked confusion among local residents. 




"I do not believe in the success of the attempt to flag Fake News reliably and especially with the requisite speed. However, that is not the problem or the responsibility of the media. Why should something false be marked? Something false should not be marked, it should not be published in the first place." — Mathias Döpfner, CEO of Axel Springer, in an interview on Blick.ch
 
Did you hear the one about goat sacrifices?
The Catholic Church and its Pope have been top targets for falsified news for many centuries. Now, the independent Catholic site Crux is fighting back, and it appears to be good for business. 




Paris Cowan



I could see the road ahead of me. I was poor and I was going to stay poor. But I didn’t particularly want money. I didn’t know what I wanted. Yes, I did. I wanted someplace to hide out, someplace where one didn’t have to do anything. The thought of being something didn’t only appal me, it sickened me. The thought of being a lawyer or a councilman or an engineer, anything like that, seemed impossible to me. To get married, to have children. To get trapped in the family structure. To go someplace to work every day and return. It was impossible. To do things, simple things, to be part of family picnics, Christmas, the 4th of July, Labor Day, Mother’s Day… was a man born just to endure these things and then die? I would rather be a dishwasher, return alone to a tiny room and drink myself to sleep.
Luck was waiting for him when he walked across the border into a new country. Fear covered him like a cage. But the air there was cleaner, the strays were friendlier and the inhabitants didn’t look at him as though they were trying to see through his walls. They let him wander anywhere: in the square at high noon where he swelled with smugness; in the shadows of passageways where even his sins fell short of their mark. Because they looked at him with indifferent sympathy, because they questioned him out of a dead society, he asked to become their student. They told him that wasn’t the way it worked. But they let him stay. When he drank and pointed at them they let him shout. When he fought against the bottle they let him do it his way, though he fought drunk. When he refused even his own help they let him alone. When he accused them of spiritual theft and every other crime he could think of, they said, There’s nothing to steal here: everything’s already been given. The cage began to lift. He failed into their world and grew accustomed to their concept of mercy. They said that mercy must turn in on itself afresh every day. He learned for himself to draw open the curtain first thing in the morning. He learned not to mock what he saw outside his window. This was in another country where the laws that had crushed him didn’t apply, or where the same laws crushed him differently, so that he was crushed not by solitude but by mercy, and every noon, broken in his idleness, he went back to the square where he knew he’d be counted in. And every noon his initiation was complete
A rival MEP got creative during Nigel Farage's speech in the European Parliament (h/t Angelo Martelli).


Why Facebook Live Has Become A Platform For Criminal Acts
The social platform has witnessed a growing number of criminal cases broadcasted live over the internet Facebook live criminal acts


In London, Parliament is investigating Facebook's role in spreading fake news ...

(1) Ojo Publico is holding a fact-checking workshop in Lima on Feb. 11. (2) A former White House fact-checker gives us a look behind the scenes. (3) Lack of loyalty to facts was a theme in latest Intelligence² debate, "Give Trump a Chance." Watch here. (4) An appeal to abandon the term "fake news," this time from France. (5) (6) Lying vs. "bullshitting": Which is worse?  (7) The Fake News Challenge has released its training dataset. Registration closes May 1. (8) Decodex is up and running. Check it out. (9) The President of RAI announced vague plans to institute "fact-checking groups" at the Italian state broadcaster. (10) Atlanta television anchor Ben Swann's "Truth in Media" website disappears.

10 quick fact-checking links
(1) Ojo Publico is holding a fact-checking workshop in Lima on Feb. 11. (2) A former White House fact-checker gives us a look behind the scenes. (3) Lack of loyalty to facts was a theme in latest Intelligence² debate, "Give Trump a Chance." Watch here. (4) An appeal to abandon the term "fake news," this time from France. (5) In London, Parliament is investigating Facebook's role in spreading fake news. (6) Lying vs. "bullshitting": Which is worse?  (7) The Fake News Challenge has released its training dataset. Registration closes May 1. (8) Decodex is up and running. Check it out. (9) The President of RAI announced vague plans to institute "fact-checking groups" at the Italian state broadcaster. (10) Atlanta television anchor Ben Swann's "Truth in Media" website disappears.


Often I gazed at you in wonder: stood at the window begun
the day before, stood and gazed at you in wonder. As yet
the new city seemed forbidden to me, and the strange
unpersuadable landscape darkened as though
I didn’t exist. Even the nearest Things
didn’t care whether I understood them. The street
thrust itself up to the lamppost: I saw it was foreign.
Over there–a room, feelable, clear in the lamplight–,
I already took part; they noticed, and closed the shutters.
Stood. Then a child began crying. I knew what the mothers
all around, in the houses, were capable of–, and knew
the inconsolable origins of all tears.
Or a woman’s voice sang and reached a little beyond
expectation, or downstairs an old man let out
a cough that was full of reproach, as though his body were right
and the gentler world mistaken. And then the hour
struck–, but I counted too late, it tumbled on past me.–
Like a new boy at school, who is finally allowed to join in,
but he can’t reach the ball, is helpless at all the games
the others pursue with such ease, and he stands there staring
into the distance,–where–?: I stood there and suddenly
grasped that it was you: you were playing with me, grown-up
Night, and I gazed at you in wonder. Where the towers
were raging, where with averted fate
a city surrounded me, and indecipherable mountains
camped against me, and strangeness, in narrowing circles,
prowled around my randomly flickering emotions–:
it was then that in all your magnificence
you were not ashamed to know me. Your breath moved tenderly
over my face. And, spread across solemn distances,
your smile entered my heart.
— Rilke (trans. S. Mitchell)