Author: Veronica

  • The ethics of blogging

    Last night I sat on a panel and we spoke about online media (new media) and the ethics involved in using social media, among many other things.

    It went really well. I was nervous, of course, right up until we started and then it was fine.

    I came away with some things to think about and think about them I did. At 3am. When I couldn’t sleep. Sigh.

    Anonymous comments – what value do they hold? Do they still hold value if the person has a differing point of view to yourself?

    I think anonymous comments can and do add value to a conversation. People will share things anonymously that for whatever reason they couldn’t share commenting with their name. I think anonymous comments and whether they should be allowed through are always going to come down to the tone of the comment itself.

    Of course, I still get that sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach when I see a comment from anonymous, but that’s a hangover from trolls and such.

    Now the conversation was more geared towards why a news website, The Mercury in particular would allow comments from anonymous readers if they’re not adding to the news – and the simple answer is that people like to participate in the conversation. People like to share their views and in my opinion, doing so anonymously is fine, so long as the tone of the comment is respectful. That’s called debate.

    Of course, we’re not all going to agree on things all of the time and so at the end of the day, some people will wonder why a comment went through, or didn’t go through as the case may be.

    Yet another reason why moderators on news sites are so very very important.

    What are the ethics of blogging and new media?

    Blogging doesn’t have a code of ethics as such, we don’t answer to anyone else and I think that is a lot of the problem between ‘new’ media and ‘old’ media – or traditional journalists and bloggers. Journalists can sometimes see bloggers as rogues, unanswerable to anyone else, writing on the internet, whereas bloggers see journalists stealing quotes without linking and acting holier than thou. (obviously not the journalists I was speaking to last night, who were all lovely).

    We need to bridge that gap and as bloggers, realise that we are part of the media too. We might be talking about our families, or food, or reviewing products, but we are media too and we need to be ethical.

    And without a code of ethics, and laws to enforce them, bloggers are going to have to rely on their good sense and their peers to work out what is acceptable and what isn’t. It’s remembering the good manners we were taught in primary school and putting them to use. It’s never nice to bully, or harass and you can disagree with something without turning it into a personal vendetta.

    We might be ‘playing’ on the Internet, but we’re all adults here and we need to act like that.

    The ethics of blogging are the ethics that we hold ourselves. We need to rely on our moral standards and ask ourselves, does this feel right? Would I like to read this written about me? Because that celebrity/blogger/journo that we bitch about on twitter, or on our blogs, they’re real people too.

    Sometimes it’s about saying, yes, I know I can, but should I?

    Definitely some interesting things to think about anyway and I’ll be interested to see how media evolves to hopefully embrace bloggers and our online medium over the next few years.

    Finally, I’d just like to quickly thank the Walkley Foundation for sponsoring the forum last night and the other three speakers, Philip Young, online editor at the Mercury, Nicola Goc, Senior Lecturer on Journalism at the University and Kylie Eastley, writer and blogger. It was good fun and amazing to meet the three of you. And thank you to Pat O’Donnell from the MEAA for moderating.

  • Tomorrow Night

    Normally, I don’t tell the internet before I go somewhere. Instead I tell them after I’ve done it.

    But.

    This is where I’m going to be tomorrow (Thursday) night.

    Click the image to see it full size.

    So yeah. Wow.

  • Chuck visits Tasmania

    Remember Chuck?

    Yes, Chuck is here to visit again. With less chupachups this time, and instead, pins and thimbles. Actually, I should have asked what on earth I was meant to do with pins and thimbles. I didn’t poke myself in the fingers with them, so that’s always a bonus, right? Right?

    Anyway, Chuck is on tour and at the moment, he is visiting Tasmania. Not the fun bits of Tasmania mind, just my part of it. I’ll all broken and stuff, so leaving the house to take Chuck sightseeing is a bit beyond me.

    ANYWAY!

    Tasmania.

    First we took Chuck over to see the ducks. They weren’t impressed with him.

    We decided that swimming at this time of year probably wasn’t a good idea. And the ducks didn’t like the idea of someone swimming in their water.

    Chuck climbed a tree and, like a cat, managed to get himself firmly stuck. It’s the wrong time of year for cherries anyway and I did try and tell him that.

    Even naughtier, he tried to climb the fence and get into the cow pasture.

    I probably should have warned him that it’s an electric fence. He soon found out anyway. Poor Chuck.

    The cows weren’t impressed either, although they were curious.

    Having utterly failed to impress any of the Tasmanian animals he had met, he stomped back over towards the house. Only to find himself stuck in a patch of long grass. Being 8 inches tall isn’t fun for anyone involved.

    We had a look around the garden, before Chuck got himself stuck AGAIN.

    It’s true though, broad beans and cauliflower are almost like a jungle. An edible jungle. Without too many poisonous creatures.

    Chuck did discover a few things while he was here though.

    1) Animals don’t like him much.

    2) Small children delight in trying to steal his t-shirt.

    3) Australia Post is great at losing all your bags containing the chupachups. Unfortunately, he was dropped into a chupachup free zone here and it was torture. Apparently. So I hear. Over the crunching of my …. oh my, I’m not eating chupacups. Ahem. Never mind. He wasn’t eating them anyway.

    If you’re interested, you can follow chuck on tour via his facebook page! Who knows, you might even see this post there.

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    This post is part of a competition that I am hoping to win.

  • Explorers Journal

    Read this post in a David Attenborough voice, okay? It will work better that way.

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    Day 4 of my self imposed exile and aside from brief forays to the chook pen and toilet, I’ve not left the house. The small female human has been braver than myself however, using every moment that I’m distracted to disappear out into the frozen wilderness. Luckily the sun has been out during the day, easing the thaw a little, although not allaying the cold.

    The small boy child has been voicing his pissedoffedness in many and varied ways, throwing pencils and tantrums alike. Warm milk seems to soothe the dangerous beast within his breast and I’ve been taking advantage of that.

    I had to venture outside after dark tonight to see to my personal needs, our toilet remains outside. An oversight on the part of the builders, but something I have to put up with. Whilst out there, I checked our thermometer and discovered that the cold isn’t treating it well. Temperatures taken from the unbroken band of mercury show that we are well below zero.

    I remain hopeful that tomorrow will dawn sunny, if cold and that my garden will escape unscathed. I’m eternally hopeful.

    I suffered today with an extreme tiredness, made worse by the even more extreme willfulness of the small female human. Around lunchtime I had a burning desire for a roast duck dinner, but in the end, couldn’t be bothered slaughtering a duck, although goodness knows the first part would have at least warmed my hands up. No, instead the ducks are earmarked for eggs this coming Spring (oh! why must the warmth be so far away?) and babies that will be eaten next season. Another time I will regale you with tales from my property and our trying to be self sustainable lifestyle.

    Sleep has been in short supply, between the children and my nervousness. The cold seems to sap all my remaining energy and I can barely feel to type. (insert tiny violins here) My nervousness stems from the fact that it appears I will be speaking as part of a panel to the MEAA next week some time, as organised by the Walkley Foundation. It should prove to be interesting and good fun, if I can get my nerves and I’m not good enough complex under control. I’m hoping to freeze myself out of it.

    My time here, it grows shorter and I can almost hear my book and hot chocolate calling me. I just thought a note from the wild frozen tundra would help you wait for me, a little longer.

    Goodbye dear readers! And I hope it’s warmer wherever you are.

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    I couldn’t help myself. It’s fucking freezing here tonight, already -2C and I needed the giggle. So yeah, the MEAA. It will be FINE. Promise it will be fine? Also that it will warm up. Please.

  • A sign that there isn’t enough sleep in this household lately…

    … this morning, I tried to brush my teeth with facial scrub.

    Yuk.

    I do these things so I can warn you against them.

    You’re welcome.