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(1 UPDATE)OpenFile.CA, a journalism crowdsourcing experiment, was a preposterous idea from the outset, a Pets.com of journalism, and deserved to fail. It did so owing freelancers tens of thousands of dollars.

J-Source, as I have documented at length, doesn’t understand its own mission and is hamstrung by an appalling technical infrastructure and an unwillingness to hire anyone but compliant young women who belatedly publish leads real journalists publish on Twitter. Though it takes care not to bite the hands that feed it (for example, by decorously refusing to call Peggy Wente the serial plagiarist she is), J-Source has had its funding eliminated. (Also deserved.) Barring a miracle, it will cease to exist this year.

Both these failed “journalistic” make-work projects should close. I heartily cheer their demise. And, boy, do I have documentation on their failings.

I’ll be updating this posting during the week and later, but let’s start with something nobody else has done: I analyzed the entire OpenFile suggestion queue before the Web site not at all suspiciously shut down. Out of nearly 100 submitted “files,” only two remotely resembled journalistic questions:

  1. Why is Toronto Animal Services asking me to handle a dead raccoon?

  2. With downspouts disconnected, where does all the water go?

The rest of the submissions were variously tendentious, something the Fixer at the Star should cover, readily Googlable, or straightforward cases of white whine, among other categories.

See for yourself.

Coming up

  • J-Source’s editrix, true to Millennial form, goes crying to Mommy, then decamps for a “journalism” startup.

  • J-Source’s academic sponsor leaves the job, and the head of the replacement committee won’t answer questions.

Belinda Alzner goes crying to mommy

(UPDATE 1 · 2013.06.01)As I have described already, J-Source commits the typical liberal-journalist sin of hiring nothing but compliant young liberal female greenhorns who don’t know shit, won’t rock the boat, and will work for peanuts. Former J-Source editrix Belinda Alzner fit the bill perfectly. She did not reply to my fact-checking E-mail in which I asked her age, for the CV she used to get the editor’s job, and for evidence she was not compliant and liberal.

But, as it turns out, she did exactly what you’d expect a female of her generation to do: She ran crying to mommy, here personified by Janice Neil of Ryerson. I eventually found Neil’s E-mail in a spam folder.

As Editor-in-Chief of J-Source.ca, it’s my responsibility to respond to readers who have raised a wide range of complaints.

Regarding your request for personal information about our Associate Editor, I don’t consider it relevant.

I have no interest in engaging with you about the other issues you raised. It’s clear that J-Source does not meet your needs as a reader.

(Janice, when’s your tenure up?)

Alzner demonstrably sat around waiting for approved journalism sources to mention something on Twitter before belatedly and half-arsedly covering the same ground. Almost immediately after J-Source announced it had lost its funding (Alzner herself wrote about it), she went to work for an online operation that, like Twitter, also isn’t journalism: ScribbleLive. When that site runs out of money and closes up shop, all the “journalism” you entrusted to it – rather than learning basic HTML and publishing it on a site you control – will be deleted forever.

How’s her replacement, Tamara Baluja, doing? Better. But she’s still working for a doomed operation. While she had enough guts to do something that shouldn’t require guts at all – she published the names of everyone who took the Globe buyout – Baluja still couldn’t alphabetize it by surname or mark it up as an unordered list. All she knew how to so was “embed” this plain-text list in another service that will die and delete everything stored in it: Storify.

The foregoing posting appeared on Joe Clark’s personal Weblog on 2013.05.21 12:58. This presentation was designed for printing and omits components that make sense only onscreen. (If you are seeing this on a screen, then the page stylesheet was not loaded or not loaded properly.) The permanent link is:
https://blog.fawny.org/2013/05/21/jfile/

E.B. White and his dachshund, Minnie.

I have your letter, undated, saying that I am harbo[u]ring an unlicensed dog in violation of the law. If by “harbo[u]ring” you mean getting up two or three times every night to pull Minnie’s blanket up over her, I am harboring a dog all right. The blanket keeps slipping off. I suppose you are wondering by now why I don’t get her a sweater instead. That’s a joke on you. She has a knitted sweater, but she doesn’t like to wear it for sleeping; her legs are so short they work out of a sweater and her toenails get caught in the mesh, and this disturbs her rest. If Minnie doesn’t get her rest, she feels it right away. I do myself, and of course with this night duty of mine, the way the blanket slips and all, I haven’t had any real rest in years. Minnie is 12.

The foregoing posting appeared on Joe Clark’s personal Weblog on 2013.05.16 14:46. This presentation was designed for printing and omits components that make sense only onscreen. (If you are seeing this on a screen, then the page stylesheet was not loaded or not loaded properly.) The permanent link is:
https://blog.fawny.org/2013/05/16/minnie/

Tyler Brûlé vs. transsexuals (not Brazilian), in two parts.

  1. April 12: “[I]t’s not as if your son has told you he wants to work in finance but would like to wear a dress to work every day and have you pay for a decade’s worth of gender-reassignment surgery. That would be cause for distress.”

  2. May 10: Brûlé and transsexual Jan Morris evaluate trendy cultural trinkets handed to them.

The foregoing posting appeared on Joe Clark’s personal Weblog on 2013.05.12 16:42. This presentation was designed for printing and omits components that make sense only onscreen. (If you are seeing this on a screen, then the page stylesheet was not loaded or not loaded properly.) The permanent link is:
https://blog.fawny.org/2013/05/12/trans-brule/

Matt Johnson regards the World Trade Center.

Two-up screenshots: The World Trade Center seen from ground level across the river; Matt Johnson

The foregoing posting appeared on Joe Clark’s personal Weblog on 2013.05.12 14:06. This presentation was designed for printing and omits components that make sense only onscreen. (If you are seeing this on a screen, then the page stylesheet was not loaded or not loaded properly.) The permanent link is:
https://blog.fawny.org/2013/05/12/kingdomofrain/

Nice-guy Dan Benjamin built a podcast empire on being unable to ask a real question. I told you about this already.

Interviewing Marco Arment about his sale of Instapaper, Benjamin again showed he is not up to the job of interviewer (≈18:21):

– Well, I mean, I – regardless of – um, you know, I’m not gonna put you on the spot and say, tell me exactly – I mean, unless they [sic] want to – tell me exactly how much it makes for you, but it makes enough, I would assume, that not having – I mean, obviously, you made some money with Instapaper when you sold it. You wouldn’t sell anything for – nobody’s gonna sell something like that and not make some money about it. I’m not gonna put you on the s—people want me – by the way, everybody wants me to ask you – I will ask you! How much money did you make on the sale? I don’t expect you to answer. You can say “Pass!” But the point is you made some money on that, and you’re making some money from the Magazine – enough to live, I’m gonna guess – enough to live –

– Yeah.

– that you, you don’t have to, you don’t have to, you’re not freaking – OK, you’re not freaking out about money right now.

– No. No, I’m not.

Instapaper raked in a million bucks a year before its sale, a fact we didn’t learn from Benjamin’s interview, because he was too chickenshit to ask questions like that one. Benjamin is afraid of actual content. And (this is a separate but related issue), as a natural pushover, he is far too easily bulldozed into a thin bloody membrane by the undermedicated, manipulative, heavily-coddled and ‑enabled huckster known as Merlin Mann.

I could try to solve the problem, but it’s clearly never going to happen, especially with Monteiro’s Twitter goons attacking the very concept.

The foregoing posting appeared on Joe Clark’s personal Weblog on 2013.05.05 13:31. This presentation was designed for printing and omits components that make sense only onscreen. (If you are seeing this on a screen, then the page stylesheet was not loaded or not loaded properly.) The permanent link is:
https://blog.fawny.org/2013/05/05/benjyqs/


About a million dollars a year, net.

The foregoing posting appeared on Joe Clark’s personal Weblog on 2013.05.01 07:31. This presentation was designed for printing and omits components that make sense only onscreen. (If you are seeing this on a screen, then the page stylesheet was not loaded or not loaded properly.) The permanent link is:
https://blog.fawny.org/2013/05/01/millionstapaper/

Aleks Buldoček (not quite his real name) by the argumentative Richard Mitchell. [continue with: ‘Adult’ photo of the year →]

The foregoing posting appeared on Joe Clark’s personal Weblog on 2013.04.28 12:27. This presentation was designed for printing and omits components that make sense only onscreen. (If you are seeing this on a screen, then the page stylesheet was not loaded or not loaded properly.) The permanent link is:
https://blog.fawny.org/2013/04/28/buldocek/

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