Sree Sreenivasan, chief digital officer at the Metropolitan Museum of Art and a technology-based journalist in New York City, touts an ABC for mobile media.
Always Be Charged.
“If you leave the house in the morning and you don’t have a plan for keeping your mobile devices charged throughout the entire day, you are not prepared completely for the demands of mobility in journalism,” he told a capacity crowd at a Society of Professional Journalists/Kiplinger Program JournCamp in New York City.
Port Solar Charger
Devices for charging are plentiful and in the past few years they’ve saturated the market. Down from the common price of $100 or more of a couple of years ago, you can pick up smaller amp chargers (around 2200 mAh) at flea markets or box stores for $5.
I own three such chargers; one sports a smart Kiplinger logo.
But, chargers, no matter how small, require pockets, purses, cases or a wider hand. Just above that hand is a wrist and while the technology hasn’t overwhelmed the market to date (many solar bracelets are still in development stage and crowd-funding mode), there are some reasonable products on the market worthy of your consideration. Continue reading
This week, journalists have been robbed of a guilty pleasure. In several months, we will no longer wrap ourselves in frayed bathrobes, sip a stiff cup of joe, click on the tablet and enjoy — nay, really savor — watching our profession get lampooned.
Most of us, we’ll quickly add, get our daily dose of Jon Stewart after consuming the news in less comedic ways — online, in print and on our Twitter feeds. (And most of the 2.2 million viewers watch the show the morning after it airs, online or on social media.) But now that the master of the “epic takedown” is set to step down as anchor of The Daily Show, who will make journalists laugh at ourselves? And who, by virtue of his sheer universality, will goad us into being better journalists?
Oh, sure, sure. Some of us take contumacious pleasure in seeing Stewart skewer politicians whom we cannot because doctrines of journalistic fairness and balance forbid it.
As Stewart told PBS’s Bill Moyers in 2003, four years after becoming Daily anchor:
“I can’t tell you how many times we’ll run into a journalist and go, ‘Boy, that’s . . . I wish we could be saying that. That’s exactly the way we see it and that’s exactly the way we’d like to be saying that.’ And I always think, ‘Well, why don’t you?'”
“Are you two the Americans?” she asked with a smile.
I had been watching her make her way from the front of the bus to the last row of seats where I had been with my travel companion, Joe Skeel. Obviously we stood out in a bus filled international journalists.
“Yes, we are.”
“Do you have anything with you, anything you are wearing, that is a symbol of the United States? Do you have an eagle, flag?”
“No,” we answered, not entirely puzzled by the questions. We were, after all, sitting in the DMZ moments from disembarking and walking into North Korea.
“Good, because you are not allowed to have it where we are going.”
Where we are going? You mean North Korea in 2007, that oppressive country which hated the United States and pretty much anything that resembled democracy? That North Korea led by dictator Kim Jong Il who always seemed to have his finger inches from a nuclear launch button?
Where we were going was only half the story. The rest unfolds in a bizarre 36 hours that involved a drunken Chinese leader, two hours on a bus while Czechs were detained for filming soldiers, and the near arrest of a surly Italian reporter who was generally uncooperative with our hosts the entire week. And there was lots of undistinguishable, high-octane alcohol.