JUST HEAR ME OUT

Earlier today I did a phone interview with a reporter working on a story about weblogs* for a venerable mid-sized newspaper published in a Midwestern city (hint: the one adorned with a parabola).

Afterward, being the curious type that I am, I hit up Google and Technorati looking for examples of his recent work and commentary on said work, if any. What I found instead was... his Blogger profile! A perfectly respectable profile, notable to me only for his listing of multiple Hunter S. Thompson books, thus confirming my long-held conviction that political journalists of this generation continue to idolize the Good Doctor more than they do not. Hey, even I've been known to imitate HST myself on occasion.

Via Technorati, I turned up the blog of another recent journalism undergraduate who seemed to enjoy posting photographs of the young ink-slinger himself:


If the picture isn't clear enough, the caption assures viewers that he was "filling the coffee pot... In the bathroom." Thus providing further evidence (as if I needed any) for another of my trivial sociological assumptions, that this generation is setting themselves up for a dozens, if not hundreds, of tiny embarrassments when their children reach Googling age.

But I pass no judgment — during my own not-too-distant adventures as a college journalist, I too would fill the coffee maker with whatever technically drinkable water I could find. In my case it was a neglected water fountain in a corner of the student union well known for its frequent visits by the homeless and crazy.

I'm just reporting the facts, people.

UPDATE — Like it matters, but the guy I borrowed this picture from thinks he's going to refer me to Google for violating his Creative Commons license. At this point, I'm hoping for a subpoena.

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*At this point I'm starting to prefer "weblogs" in some circumstances, just because two syllables sounds better. To me, anyway. More formal, if nothing else.

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posted by WWB at 7:06 PM |