Posts Tagged: journalism
If Marriages Were Like TV, We’d Say Everything
I love when journalists write honestly about themselves, acknowledge their humanness, abandon their role as invisible writers of our realities. I’ve never liked the word unbiased, and I don’t believe words without bias exist, in whatever medium. Saying we can
If Marriages Were Like TV, We’d Say Everything
I love when journalists write honestly about themselves, acknowledge their humanness, abandon their role as invisible writers of our realities. I’ve never liked the word unbiased, and I don’t believe words without bias exist, in whatever medium. Saying we can
Studs Terkel: Talking to One Person
I had never heard of Studs Terkel before I read his obituary in the Economist. My introduction to him was therefore a backwards one. Not only did I learn of his life through his death, I also fell in love with the
Studs Terkel: Talking to One Person
I had never heard of Studs Terkel before I read his obituary in the Economist. My introduction to him was therefore a backwards one. Not only did I learn of his life through his death, I also fell in love with the
“Logic is logic. That’s all I say.”
Of any on-air interviewer, Bill Moyers asks my favorite questions. For instance, “Do you remember any poems your grandmother used to read?” eliciting a five minute recitation of “The Deacon’s Masterpiece, or the Wonderful One-Hoss Shay.” His questions are normal, his interview
“Logic is logic. That’s all I say.”
Of any on-air interviewer, Bill Moyers asks my favorite questions. For instance, “Do you remember any poems your grandmother used to read?” eliciting a five minute recitation of “The Deacon’s Masterpiece, or the Wonderful One-Hoss Shay.” His questions are normal, his interview
