….Chatting with Thomas Friedman about the future of journalism in this failing economy and sharing a ride home with Martha Raddatz.
If I had to coin a word for tonight’s experience at the Italian Embassy of Washington D.C., I would use EPICLICIOUS.
I have to be honest and admit that I am indeed a loser for being 25 and preferring to spend a Monday night mingling among drunk journalists honoring the God of Foreign Affairs coverage and saying “no” to going out dancing with kids my age.
But honesty is overrated and I am a journalist dedicated to networking and hanging around her “myths” not matter the context. And, if the topic is the demise of journalism, the more the merrier.
It makes for a good bed-time story to tell my kids, at least! Or better and anecdote easily shared with my Graduate School journalism colleagues who dread their “very shaky” contract jobs in this industry.
Friedman had indeed a very interesting theory about the survival of our species based solely on “peaceful coexistence.” The journalism world needs to keep “its brand journalists” and not get rid of the “blogsphere” and viceversa. No one “easy” solution will work, according to Friedman. Nonetheless, journalism students should not lose interest and confidence in this market, bur rather WRITE. WRITE, WRITE everywhere and anywhere, no matter what and for whom.
Raddatz was not as deep and inspiring as Friedman, (she did give it all up last year when she won the Urbino Press Award herself for the Iraq War coverage), but again the ride home was only 10 minutes long, so the only topic of discussion worth carrying on for such little time was some sweet talking about the Washington Post cartoonist playing drums in a band called the “Suspicious Package” and how his daily job did not interfere with his Peterpan-like desire to stay young forver.
Now, is all this networking ever going to get me a job at the New York Times? Or a visa, for that matter?
Not even if the world is indeed FLAT after all!
Are Friedman and Raddatz even going to remember my Italian name pronounced without an “R” after the “F?”
But so what. Who cares.
I will remember them and the impact these journalists made on the world of news and continue aspiring to be like them in the hope, one day, the world would not be FLAT, but indeed FEDE’s.