.@BuzzFeed angles:
* Ippen Digital bought BuzzFeed Germany. That team investigated Reichelt & Bild. Dirk Ippen blocked the story.
* Last @benyt target, Ozy, was, he said, in some sort of business talks involving BuzzFeed.
* Of course, @benyt founded & ran BuzzFeed News.
I didn't argue that. Tell me how y are not misinterpreting me.
Of course, paperbacks changed literature and I'm saying there was cultural handwringing--high v low culture--about that. I sense a similar perhaps snobbish worry here.
The concern about the paperbacking of culture had its roots in technology--the Linotype, stereotyping, etc--but also, importantly, in distribution: a belief according to some that selling books in train stations and drugstores was not the expansion of culture but its ruin.
1:1 God made a social network. It was called Earth. Even She could not be certain what would follow. medium.com/whither-news/g…
2:1 For the longest time, or so it seemed to the people of Earth, She allowed them to roam free, to explore, to commune, to be social.
2:2 Then She decided they required limits to test. She gave unto them Community Standards. Yet the people disobeyed. They fought. They told falsehoods. They shared graven images of themselves.
SUCH an important report on Black news media from @newmarkjschool's @CCMNewmarkJ: @cthompsonmorton + @gmochkofsky. We must give much more support to Black & Latino media (mass media had their chance). This report demonstrates why:
e.g.: "Black media publishes, by a factor of as high as 6X, more coverage than MSM on issues of importance to Black communities, including racism, health disparities, & voting access. 23% of articles in Black media mention racism or related issues, vs. 8% in mainstream media"
Shameful indictment of MSM & reason to reconsider every beat!:
In coronavirus coverage, Black media wrote five times more than mainstream media on the disproportionate racial impact of the pandemic, and nearly twice as much as mainstream media on frontline and essential workers.
I remember the silence coming up to the concourse in the World Trade Center, a place that was never silent.
On the concourse, I remember the sight of high heels abandoned by their owners who had run away. I remember a faint smell of smoke. I remember the newsstand proprietor, calmly shutting his shop.
I remember the face of the cop, a woman, urgently shouting at us as we came up from the concourse, ordering us to RUN!