Showing posts with label phd videojournalism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label phd videojournalism. Show all posts

Thursday, December 13, 2007

The new new thing


David (behind camera) working with Phd colleagues at the Smart Lab in cooperative, sharing exercises.

You meet a guy/girl you have never met.

They do something remarkable that you don't do and perhaps therefore you would wish to be in possession of this.

Conversely, and you're not to know, they may be thinking the same thing about you.

You exchange some tentative words, find you overlap on their space and again conversely they're asking you questions.


Now here's the dilemma.

In that time you probably get a good idea of what they do and you could if you perservered incorporate that into your own way of working.

They might be thinking the same, though again you don't know.

But then something extraordinary happens in this extraordinary climate.


Share Culture

It began many years back; when sapirn sussed that in a bid to stay alive it would be more beneficial if they hunted together which would yield greater rewards.

They cooperated.

But the word found favour and pop stardom in the era of the Open Source - the Net.

Share, Share, Share.

It somehow goes against the grain of things we've come to believe - and often I find its strongest opponents, strangely but naturally, in the alliances of new journalists.

At school you most likely curled your hand around your work to avoid it being seen by others or engaged in subterfuge to get the highest marks above your colleagues - and perhaps, perhaps there was good reason for that.

John slept all day while Jane swotted to pass exams and she'll be damned if she was going to do John that Lazy ********d any favours.

But then we enter a new phase of out lives: dependency from birth gives way to independence ( quick hide your work) then from there hopefully interdependence.

The matra: what you do adds to what we do sits at the front of the cortex.

That's how Robb Montgomery and I in the space of a few minutes of meeting each other in Cairo decided without consultation, without any fuss, how we would mutually we would work together.

It's a bond of trust of understanding which is difficult to determine, to even predict.

And many, many, many of us are doing - much still to the bewilderment of business.

Somewhere in the time continuum of high school to university or life in teens to twenties it may reveal itself.

But how do you engineer it?


How do you effect change

There are cultures and personalities I have come across over the years in my lecturing that eschew partnering.

There are a number of reasons why, often very legitimate in the way we must also respect others customs.

....this profession however, this new dawn of a profession however begs cooperation.

It requires, graphic artist speak to coders, journalists speak to Flash designers, speak to photojos, speak to managers, speak to employers - NOT as a top down.

An ideal state and perhaps a naive one you might say, but there is much value, huge value in this.

And within the ecosystem of cooperation people find each other.

"I will find you" barked Daniel Day lewis in The Last Mohican.


Smartest Person

I'm forever using the phrase borrowed from Dan Gilmor of the smartest person in the room syndrome amongst those I'm sharing ideas with.

Sometimes I'll be asked a question and jokingly refuse to answer because I sense the person posing the question hasn't turned other side of themselves to ask someone else.

That somone who've they've been sharing space with for a considerable time may just know the answer.

70-80% of what you think you know ( the percentage is not definitive) is apparent when you end up teaching someone else.

There are twin rewards.

Confirmation of your own knowledge and more so adding to this unconventional transaction of helping someone else.

Before the film "pass it on" that's what we knew it by.


The road less travelled

Many years ago I got lost in Brindisi, Italy with a friend travelling through Europe.

A young girl, barely able to speak English; our only italian was thank you, took us to her home - shooing us to be quiet as we walked upstair.

Her dad, she showed pictures of was a boxer and we could hear him yelling in the background.

Next day as we set off, creeping downstairs, we offered whar money we had left.

She declined and she didn't have to say what she expected of us.


Dilemma
In essence that's where we are with Prisoners Dilemma; if you don't know it already as part of game theory it's worth investigating.

And that for me is one of the challenges to new journalism, not the technology which we'll have to wrap our heads around but the unwritten quid pro quo.

Meeting new people like Robb and getting excited very quickly at what he does; of talking to students who when you put something in the bank return it with interest.

It is the story of IMB and the open Sources who declined any money; and in my case Al Jazeera's creative director Morgan Almeida who took my site Viewmgazine.tv to make their own site and in which I went back to their site to see how I might modify my own.

The difference in approach resides in the value of new thinking; how working together - as new age hunters gets us to the fastest prey, gets us to new planes, gets us away from how our Gimme gimme gimme ways will end up undermining us.

It is being played on the world stage with climate control.

The biggest game of Prisoners Dilemma manifesting itself because some nations have no respect for others and so would probably want to go down togther than find common ground.

But I digress.

There's good reason I hope that as the Net digs deeper into the unit of our work-life's currency; when Net Neutrality reigns, that journalism - the exchange, interpretation of data and information creates something even more powerful and wonderous than we're seeing today.

That is from those already paving the way for change and they quietly know who they are.

GRAZIE

Monday, October 08, 2007

The Net Death March and the Phd - Give your ideas away



I have been knee deep in a Death March and hence neglected the conversations of blogs.

For the last five days, interspersed with all manner of things, I have been keeping a TDB ( Till day break) vigil with the mother of all questions which would determine whether I could pursue a PhD part time.

I have wanted to jump into a PhD pool for some time now.

From some quarters, there's been some indifference, but having found an outfit, SmartLab, I'm hoping there's a change in the wind.

But more importantly what's the point of a PhD, and pray, you don't really need a couple of letters to make sense of, or plough a course in this brave frontier of a network world?

I can name a kerzillion good thinkers and innovators from the young media giraffe Adrian Holovaty to the seasoned journalists and Net zeus Dan Gilmore whose brilliance is not inhibited by the lack of those three letters.

So is it the prefix Doctor then that so attracts me ?

Heavens no!

To my students, those from the Far East and the US used to calling their educators, professors or Sir, I'm simply David and bristle at any insistence of formalities. I wear nike trainers, jeans and a shirt and am often mistaken as a fellow student.

I'm confortable with David.

Is it it the elitism?

Absolutly no!

There's a calibre of person who believes those words should ensure red coats drape the floor in anticipation of their arrival.

If you know me enough, you'll know what I think of that. Respect is earned.

It is reciprocated through mutual trust and being a Dr does not make you codebuster for The Poincaré conjecture. In fact if you're a jerk, it matters very little whether you become president.

So why, just why, given most of that I yearn to understand is more or less in the public domain to be found with some diligance, do I seek a Phd as its transaction?


Chemistry
Simple. I'm a bl***y nosey parker who wants to know stuff and believes being taken out of my comfort zone into a place where others excel, where people from all walks of life meet to examine singularities within a cauldron of questions and subtexts, will get me thinking.

In staying up more or less for three days, I have asked questions, deleted, asked questions again, scrubbed the timeline and at some point reached a point where I lost all sense of what I was doing. And then some clarity appeared, and then, only then was I able to write about that which I want to know.

I submitted my forms this morning - only to learn that, the host Uni made a small mistake. The PhD lab apologised profusely. Wasn't their fault, but the process has made me fire up a few dead axons.

I want to use this odyssey to walk the plank, just as all those years ago in a bunk bed with a lantern ( It was lights out) I wrestled with advance maths and integration.

I grew up in boarding school in Ghana, a bygone era where privelaged boys - sons of cabinet ministers, grade A students and a few dreamers competed with each other. It was so competitive that you took Atkins (physical Chemistry) to the bathroom and read while eating.

We were up at 5.30 and went to bed at 1.30, though lights out was at 9.00. We were all terrified of failure and everyone helped each other.

I had never been to a night club until I left the college and was 19 years of age.

Those truly were the days and in retrospect I loved them


The Blog Mentality

As bloggers we feed of others and I feel this journey may well help me find new food.

Truth, I feel bankrupt. That's not a bad things .

Paul Arden, an advertising genius' slim book "Its not how good you are, It's how good you want to be" unveils some interesting mantras.

Along with such motifs as "Do not seek praise seek criticism" and "Don't look for the next opportunity, the one you have in hand is the opportunity", is "Do not Covert Ideas - Give away everything you know and more will come back to you".

Ideas are open knowledge, don't claim ownership.

... More will come back to you?

That's it really, I want to be fired up with more ideas, go back into the lab.

Ironically the PhD outfit is called The Smartlab - it's a lab and so I'm back to the days of experimenting in petri dishes and pulling radios apart.

Could I have found that elsewhere? Perhaps, at conferences and Networks like the Online News Association, through friends, allies and blogs, books, interviews and meetings.

But I'm hoping for more,a lot more where I can share, mash up, invite critique and get your thoughts as well.

At the very least I'm hoping some questions allow me to dig deeper, produce a range of videojournalism programmes with more substance than this one Digital Diversity made for Digital Diversity at the ICA and displayed on Apple's site.

I feel like I'm entering a brand new gift economy, and that masochistically I can see more death marches coming on