Reader-submitted question: Isn't it better journalism when everyone is allowed to say whatever they want instead of the editor reporting his/her choice of comments?
Journalism is much more than simply repeating what people say. It requires careful consideration of all facts, going beyond "he said/she said". (This is also known as "On the other hand, Mr. Hitler says..." style.)
Allowing everyone to say what they want is not journalism at all. It is the equivalent of broadcasting a town-hall meeting. There's certainly a place for that, and some people actually prefer it because it's unfiltered and therefore more accurate. But it's not journalism.
Journalists have an obligation to present facts. This is tough when you're simply republishing the unfiltered opinions of people who refuse to provide their real names. In fact, one of the unofficial rules of journalism is that even anonymous sources have to give their names to the reporter and editor. Most comment boards completely ignore this rule.
Journalists also have an obligation to weigh opinions. That doesn't mean that they decide who's telling the truth in every situation, but it does mean that people shouldn't be able to dominate a news story by being exceptionally stupid or annoying.
I understand why people find comment boards interesting, and I applaud Canadian media organizations for trying to include their readers. I hope that in time, they will figure out how to maintain proper ethical standards in their online coverage.
Thanks for your question.
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New posts on snowcoveredhills.com:
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Reader-submitted question: Isn't it better journalism when everyone is allowed to say whatever they want instead of the editor reporting his/her choice of comments?
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Today's episode of Little Miss Know-it-All: WE DIDN'T SAY IT! SOMEONE ELSE SAID IT!!!
Before I begin, I will put up the standard disclaimer for the benefit of the Forces of Evil: I am not a lawyer or an expert on the legal implications of publishing material without editorial review.
A few days ago, I posted about a story in the Paper of Record that turned into a virtual graffiti board when the editors opened up the comment section and then apparently refused to moderate it.
This particular story hit home for me and several of my readers, but there is a legitimate journalism issue here: the publication of unreviewed reader comments.
As Russell Smith informed us a few months ago, when newspapers publish comments on their sites, it makes them innovative and cool. Just like bloggers, only WAY WAY cooler than loser bloggers who don't have columns in the Arts section of the Paper of Record.
This is a new issue: it wasn't even considered when I worked in the media. However, it is not really all THAT new, in the sense that news organisations have been accepting and publishing feedback for a very long time. Newspapers call this the letters to the editor section. CBC calls it Talkback. Either way, the idea is the same.
For several years, part of my job was to review and prepare Talkback for broadcast. This was usually the easiest thing I did all day. People would leave us messages; I would record them into our computer system, edit out any weird stuff, and write anything the host would need to say about the comments that had come in that day. Just about anyone could do it.
I did not, however, broadcast every message I received. Some people would call every day. Others were boring or off-topic. A few did not have anything to contribute: they simply repeated points other callers had made much more effectively. These messages were quickly deleted.
That was years ago. The Internet has made it possible to leave messages on news stories without a journalist's review. You can write ANYTHING on the MotherCorp's site or the Paper of Record's site.
This is one of the clearest indications that they still don't take the Internet seriously. It would never occur to the Paper of Record to publish any old opinion that came in the mail. I spent a summer working for a show that had a daily hour-long phone-in. All callers were screened. All calls were on a seven-second delay, and the host politely ended calls from people who were really stupid. This was standard then, and I'm sure it's standard now. There is no reason to turn your programming over to any idiot with a phone line.
The Internet is a new medium, but the same rules should apply. Idiots who want to post racist, hateful material should not find a willing partner in our national media.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Transcriber's Note: I discovered this in my drafts folder. Clearly, it is from just before our last trip south. I didn't want to post it then because I didn't want to let my parents know that we were going to show up at the annual family reunion.
My grampy was tricking me. He said that only old people could wiggle their fingers like him, but I figured it out and I am gonna show it to him when I see him. And he snaps his fingers really fast. I am good at snapping my fingers and I am gonna be just as good as him.
I am good at other things, too. Like I am really flexible, and I don't think he is as flexible as me. And I am a good skier. I once skied for three miles in minus 45 and I wasn't even cold. And nobody else was with me because they all thought it was too cold. I bet I am better at skiing than my grampy.
My dad says that Grampy looks like Indiana Jones, but I don't think so. My grampy has a big big head, and Indiana Jones has a skinny head like my dad's. So I don't think they look the same.
Monday, July 28, 2008
Four people from Up There drowned last week when their boat capsized on the way to their whaling camp. They were all from the same family. A fifth person, a thirteen-year-old boy, managed to swim to shore and was rescued two days later.
This is the sort of horrible, awful story that we hear every year. It is genuinely terrible.
The Paper of Record covered the story and then threw its comment section open to any moron who wanted to get extra prominence for his stupid opinions. And there were many.
You see, the family was going to a whaling camp.
What, you don't see the connection?
They were planning to kill a whale.
You're still confused?
Apparently they DESERVED to drown (even the seven-year-old daughter) because they were going to kill a whale. Yes.
As you'll recall from sealing season, if someone kills an animal, he deserves any hardship or injury he might happen to suffer. Even if he dies, at least an animal's life has been saved.
I think I might be sick.
Normally I would say something sarcastic about the role of the media and the responsibility of the Paper of Record in this situation, but I really don't have what it takes tonight.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
I am such a geek. Between hammering and sawing for the renovations on the bedroom, I have been excitedly checking the progress on my new website.
It is almost done, but I'm not quite ready to move over there, so don't change your links just yet. I know it looks like I'm over there, but I'm not. Soon the links will work and everything will be in the right place. How exciting!
Seriously, I am in awe of Amy's web skills. And yes, I am a loser.
Posted by Megan at 7:22 PM
Saturday, July 26, 2008
My bedroom has walls and a floor!
WALLS AND A FLOOR.
This is a really big deal. We bought our house four years ago and have been renovating it slowly ever since then. The bedroom is the last thing to get done. I cannot wait. I CANNOT WAIT. I was about to start disassembling our bed so we could move back in there, but Steve wants to hold off until tomorrow.
I don't think I can wait that long.
We have been sleeping in the spare room for over a year. This is not bad on its own, but it means that none of the things that would normally go in a spare room could be put in the spare room. Instead, they have piled up all over the house. From my perch on the couch, I can see two file boxes, a number of storage boxes, five piles of paper, two yoga balls and a drying rack. And that's just the crap in the living room. We have an entire room that is full of storage boxes, luggage and old books. Exactly the sort of thing that ought to be in a spare room. NOT IN THE MIDDLE OF MY KITCHEN AND SPILLING OVER INTO THE HALLWAY.
I can't explain why, but I cannot handle the mess any longer. This has to END.
And we are so, so close. Did I mention that my bedroom has walls and a floor?
If Steve wasn't asleep in the bed, I would already have taken it apart and hauled it back in there. As soon as the bed gets out of the spare room, we can lay the flooring in there and get all of this mess out of my line of sight. I am pretty sure we could have it all done by tomorrow night. We COULD. I know it.
Posted by Megan at 6:22 PM
Friday, July 25, 2008
Wow. This is very exciting, and it has already been an unusual day for me: I have both a Failed Mommies dinner AND a Supreme Court swearing-in.
Clearly, I will be travelling in 2009. Who wants to go with me?
Thursday, July 24, 2008
I signed up to be a mentor at my alma mater.
I am not really inspiring enough to be a mentor, but I figured it might be fun. I am supposed to offer advice and support to new grads.
The first e-mail arrived today. They would like me to submit a bio and photo (fortunately, I have one that was just taken the other day!) and my responses to these questions:
- What advice have you been given that you've never forgotten?
- What do you think is the King's difference?
- What do you wish you knew then that you know now?
- Who or what had a major influence on your life?
- What advice would you give to someone graduating from King's today?
This might be more serious than I thought it would be. I am supposed to come up with someone who influenced me? And it's supposed to be impressive, I'm sure.
1. I only accept advice from this website. And I never forget it.
2. Okay, I'll be serious. King's is different, for sure. I have a friendly rivalry with a friend of mine who went to Carleton, but I really do think King's is the best journalism school in Canada. It's really small, so you get all of the personalized attention you need. I was one of four people in my class who graduated with the same specialization I did. All four of us got jobs right away with CBC, but we were all definitely indebted to our radio professor for going to bat for us. Within nine months, three of us had permanent jobs with CBC North. (All three have since left the MotherCorp. The fourth is a reporter for CBC Calgary.)
3. I wish I knew that marketable skills were the key to getting a job. Well, I knew this, but it's the difference between knowing and understanding. King's does two things really well: journalism and interdisciplinary liberal arts. While you're there, it's easy to get sucked into deep philosophical discussions that only lead to larger student loans. There's a place for that, but it's not the working world. I have a mortgage and a family: I'll take marketable skills any day.
4. Moving north really affected me. The Canadian Arctic is an incredible place, and I think it's a great place to start out as a journalist. (It's a great place to continue or finish your career, too.) However, nothing affected me more than becoming a mother. After Michael was born, I quit my job at the MotherCorp. I'm still a writer -- I use the skills I learned at King's every day -- but I'm no longer a journalist.
5. The way to be successful as a writer is to do whatever you do really well. For example, Amber MacArthur was in my graduating class. At that time, online journalism wasn't even close to being what it is now, but she was excited about it and she's now very successful. This sounds like really trite "be true to yourself" advice, but it's really true. You have to figure out what you're really good at and then carve out a job for yourself. If you can establish yourself as the best in your field, there will always be work for you.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
The other day, I was playing around with Wordle, a program that scans a website and then produces an image that displays the most common words on the site. Words that appear more often are larger on the screen. Here's the image Wordle spat out for this blog:
I can't say I'm surprised. And here's the Wordle for Steve's videoblogging account:
And the blogs my family members write:
And a sample of my friends:
The best part is that they are all immediately identifiable.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Reader-submitted question: OMGoodness please tell me you are joking.
Am I not allowed to change my mind? Don't call me a flip-flopper. No, I have changed my mind based on new evidence. I should be lauded, not mocked.
Because I know the CBC has my blog under surveillance, I will describe how I came to this new opinion. CBC management knows that because I have a blog, I am on the cutting edge and am "contributing to the conversation". They are desperate to know what I say about them.
I used to believe that contests were insulting. I believed this because of the long-standing exploitative practice of asking dozens or hundreds of people to do work, yet paying only one "winner". Graphic designers have rebelled against this, and others in creative industries are also beginning to see that these contests are disrespectful and demeaning.
When I heard that the CBC had decided NOT to pay millions of dollars for a real theme song for its popular Hockey Night in Canada broadcast, but to pay $100,000 to a "contest winner", I was skeptical. I thought this wasn't nearly enough money, especially considering that the composer of the last song was suing CBC for using it without her permission for things like ring tones. A hundred thousand dollars is a lot of money to you and me. It's nothing to the CBC, especially for a theme song for a show like Hockey Night in Canada.
I was even more skeptical when I discovered that they were planning to let the public vote for the winner. It would be just like Canadian Idol, only even more pathetic.
Or so I thought. This was way back when I still believed that a theme song was an important part of a broadcast, something to set the mood for the content that would follow. You see, I mistakenly believed that creative people like producers should select a show's theme song.
I was so, so wrong.
I now see that this is the sort of thing that should be determined through votes on the Internet. CBC's management staff are clearly geniuses. If they hadn't refused to compensate a real composer for her work, none of this would have happened. True talent is the ability to upload MP3s and spam popular web forums.
I should have seen this coming. I mean, CBC appears to be moving away from journalism and toward SEND US YOUR PICTURES! in the news division. I noticed this trend a while ago, but foolishly did not anticipate it jumping the silo into CBC Sports. Chalk this one up to my ignorance of media trends. Clearly, I am no longer on the cutting edge. The true revolutionaries are the guys with mahogany desks at the MotherCorp, the ones who have secretaries to help them log into Gmail.
Well done, CBC management. You are definitely ahead of the curve. Most people wouldn't have come up with an idea this revolutionary, but I guess that's why we pay management at the public broadcaster.
Monday, July 21, 2008
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Reader-submitted question: 1) Can you post this video on your blog? 2) Can you do another Being David Hasselhoff contest? I already have ideas for it!
2) Really? You want me to do another contest?
It was great fun, I'll admit. And I do have some awesome prizes that I could give away to the winners. If I do it again, I will judge it: that way we can have results right away rather than waiting for the Hoff's birthday.
I need to think about this for a bit. Clearly, I would need a new photo of myself. I received rather explicit instructions for re-enacting this photo, but I'm not sure this is that sort of website.
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Friday, July 18, 2008
Jackie has tagged me for a meme. I am supposed to have my husband tell you three things about me.
This is going to be over very quickly. Steve's mind is still on the oiling incident from the other night.
1. Megan is great with grammar.
2. Megan is a great cook.
Sorry. I really can't get into details like that on the blog. Apparently children read this.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Yes, it has been a long time.
I believe the judge recused herself and forgot to tell me about it. There may not be precedent for this in the Canadian legal system.
(The truth is that the person who agreed to judge the contest, as a person who is qualified to be an actual judge, is a very competent and in-demand lawyer who is busy with real cases.)
Never fear, dear readers. I did not think it would take this long to announce the winners. Next time, I will make sure that the judges in my contests have nothing better to do than peruse photographs and personal stories of touching people who have met David Hasselhoff. However, it is not all in vain. Today is the Hoff's birthday and I can think of no better way to celebrate.
I received a number of excellent entries. As a Canadian, I am required to say that it was difficult to choose, but it really was. There were six entries that stood above the rest. I will review the four honourable mentions and then tell you who won the awe-inspiring prizes.
Honourable mention #1
Ricki's story about ACTUALLY MEETING DAVID HASSELHOFF was incredible. This is the sort of life-changing experience that most of us can only dream about.
Honourable mention #2
Glen's song in which he described himself as David Hasselhoff is True Art. Even now, I occasionally hum it to myself.
Honourable mention #3
Steve's photograph of himself as David Hasselhoff is now infamous. Earlier this week, we were out to dinner with friends who mentioned it. Who WOULDN'T want to turn dinner conversation to the topic of David in drag, I ask you?
Honourable mention #4
Karan's photograph and description of her Hoff addiction came very, very close to winning. However, it could not beat...
RUNNER-UP: WINNER OF A USED DONNY OSMOND CD
Holly's video of a normal evening at her house was featured on The Daily Hasselhoff, the Internet's #1 source for Hasselhoff news. This is roughly equivalent to the front page of the Paper of Record. The attention to costuming and props was admirable and deserves recognition. Congratulations, Holly. When you send me your address, the CD will be in the mail.
GRAND PRIZE: SPACE ON THIS HERE BLOG
As soon as Sarah submitted her video, there was no question who would win. In fact, there were NO ENTRIES after this was posted to the blog. The competition just folded. I especially like the attention to costuming, camera angles, and special effects. This is GENIUS. If you have not seen this video, please click through and watch it. For reference, I have included the original version.
Sarah, you definitely deserve to win. This is not just my opinion: it is the consensus of my readers. There could not be any other winner. Please contact me and we can work out a day for you to take over my blog.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Today's guest blogger will remain anonymous.
Hello Loyal readers, snarky commenters, and anyone attempting to look busy at work by staring at their computer screen,
As Megan mentioned, I am the anonymous blogger participating in the Summer Blog Share and creating a bit of distraction in your day. And yes, I will type this post wearing a mask and donning a cape to conceal my identity. I was prompted to write something I would never submit to my own blog. Unfortunately, I suffer from a self-diagnosed case of unabletokeepadarnsecret-itis and, therefore, have nothing to hide. Like any good journalist-in-training, I did some researching of Megan's blog to see if there were any topics where the perspective of Southern Californian would lend a new perspective. Alas, no.
To keep myself from asking stupid questions about
As much as I love to read books, I simply cannot stomach news programs. The Hubster devours MSNBC, The O’Reilly Factor, Hannity & Colmes as though they were highest point on the food pyramid. The internet homepages usually point to the most salacious stories, which are recounted in such brevity, I forget I even read them. Like the pangs of hunger you get 10 minutes after eating Chinese food. A newspaper? Bad for the environment. Newsweek? Drivel in the news world. I may as well be taking political science at
We planned to get satellite, but our apartment faces a direction that prevents the dish from catching the satellite feed. Yes, that satellite. The one in space that enables me to get cell phone reception in bowels of a gay bar. Go figure. Since our apartment complex has an exclusive contract with the aforementioned cable company, his choices were to go back with tucked tail to get it reconnected or simply go without. Once he solved the equation chatty wife – cable TV= increased need for wife to engage in conversation, he decided to reconnect the cable. Then got called out of state for work. For a month. So I have been without TV for almost 2 months.
Daily, people ask me how I feel about the New Yorker cover feature Michelle and Barack (because, clearly, we are all on a first-name basis), the earthquake in
I’m OK with it because none of it makes sense to me. Our election is a joke. We don’t vote until November and politicians are liars who will say what they need to say to get elected. Obama didn’t put his hand on his heart ONE TIME during a pledge of allegiance. Gasp! McCain is old. Double Gasp! Cindy McCain plagiarized a recipe from the Food Network? Off with her head! Who the hell cares? If I thought any of the doubletalk that occurred on the campaign trail would cease once the candidate was in office, maybe I would. Until the day someone actually speaks with some integrity, I will continue to vote for the person I believe will lie to me the least. (Let’s be real. I’m voting for Obama because it would be indescribably effing cool to have a Black president).
Angelina, Nicole, Jamie-Lynn all have babies. Awesome. Except, don’t women, even (and especially) unwed teenagers, do this every day? Unless their babies are coming out of womb with election results, a war withdrawal plan, and some dough to help our financial crisis; I don’t think I could arouse the energy to care. So don’t cry for me for being out of the loop. If it was important, I’m certain I would catch on a blogroll, text message, email, website homepage, or (gasp!) someone would call me. My ignorance is truly bliss and I will swim in it until the day our television is bombarded with cords and I am unwittingly watching the 2am showing of “Gleaming the Cube” on HBO 74.
Thank you for reading. You will be returned to your regularly scheduled blogger tomorrow. Good night and good luck.
P.S. For those of you who hated this post because you really wanted to hear my Top 10 of Moments of My Complete and Total Idiocy, I’ve leave you with 2. Enjoy!
- I worked in a Christian Bookstore for a month before I knew it was a Christian Bookstore.
- I conditioned my genital region for a month because a guy-friend told me men preferred it soft and shiny. (He later told me he was kidding)
Posted by Megan at 8:51 PM
Welcome! Here's the list of Blog Share participants:
Turn On The Stars
Trudie - Life After AC
Swimming With Sharks
Reflections in the Snow Covered Hills
Red Red Whine
One New Duck
Oh My Seven
The Occasional Truth
Nancy Pearl Wannabe
Muse On Vacation
Messing With Texas
Live Work Dream
Just Below 63
Full of Snark
Everything I Like Causes Cancer
Did I Say That Outloud?
The Daily Tannenbaum
The Coconut Diaries
Bright Yellow World
Breath Smiles Tears
And You Know What Else
New readers, I'm thrilled that you are here. I'm a wife and mom from the Canadian Arctic. (Have you ever seen Ice Road Truckers? That's where I live.) I blog about many things, including grammar, journalism and David Hasselhoff. If you like what you see here, please consider subscribing to my RSS feed.
Posted by Megan at 7:21 PM
Monday, July 14, 2008
Reader-submitted cartoon: I am only sending this because it is cute. It is not a commentary.
This reader has been sending me cartoons for months, all with the not-so-subtle message that bloggers are losers. I am only posting this because he is trained in the use of riot gear and pepper spray, so I don't want to know what would happen if I ended up on his bad side.
Since you guys clearly think that I am a weirdo who has absolutely no effect on the world, I will tell you that I am getting ready for the blog share. That means that there will be a few new people around here for the next couple of days. I hope some of them will want to stick around and maybe even leave their own reader-submitted complaints.
The blog share is on Wednesday. Tomorrow I will post a list of the participants: please consider going through the links. My post will be on one of those sites. I already know who is hosting my anonypost and who will be posting here. They are both great bloggers, so I can't wait to see how it all turns out.
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Reader-submitted: I was the first to view and comment on your video.
Yeah, you were.
And you're just going to waste this opportunity? You've got my attention. The only thing you want to say is that you left me a comment? Man, you are boring.
This was your chance to tell the world something about yourself, and you have let us down.
What a shame.
Friday, July 11, 2008
For some reason, Saskboy volunteered to be savaged by the guys at Ask And Ye Shall Receive, who, predictably, savaged him:
"From all accounts I’ve gathered in my sleuthing of this analogy, anal-sex is uncomfortable, at least at first; Abandoned Stuff is the blog-equivalent of banal-sex, in which the adrenaline-gland is dry-humped by the flaccid cock of mediocrity, and, holy fucking hell, I’ll put that up against anal-sex on the "uncomfortable" scale any goddamn day of the week."
As a Canadian, I was at first horrified by this comparison, but then became intrigued as I considered the possibilities. I think we should all come up with similar descriptions of our blogs, although ours should be grammatically correct. I'm totally serious. I'll get you started, but I want you to post yours in the comments:
Reading Megan's blog is like having my nipples twisted: I'm slightly turned on, but it's completely lost in the pain and my horror that it's actually happening.
I might make that the tag line for my blog when I move over to snowcoveredhills.com.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Reader-submitted question: Is there a picture of the Grammar Nazi on waterskis?
I get it. You guys think you can just request photos of me in a bikini, all wet and panting from exertion, and I will simply upload them to the Internet.
You know, the last time I did something similar, I received a number of complaints about posting "half-naked photos" of myself online. People are STILL complaining.
This is probably a bad idea, but here goes:
Michael had so much fun on the tube, we could hear him screaming from across the lake. Don't worry: my dad is already going deaf from his years as a guitarist in noisy dance halls. He will probably not be able to prove that this particular incident contributed to his hearing loss.
This is my sister-in-law, Sarah. You know her as the Blueberry Princess.
This is my grandmother: my mom's mom.
My uncle was kind enough to host us at his camp.
We finally got Steve onto the tube, but I couldn't convince him to go skiing.
Wednesday, July 09, 2008
The next blog share will be next week, and I will be participating. This means two things:
1) A stranger will be blogging here anonymously. It will be something he or she would not normally post on his or her own blog.
2) I will be posting anonymously on someone else's blog. It will be something I would not normally post here.
If you recognise yourself, you may at least be comforted by the knowledge that nobody else will recognise you. Well, other than the people who recognise you instantly. BWAHAHAHAHA. Yes, I know what I am going to write about.
If you want to be a part of the blog share, there's still time to sign up: just get in touch with -R-. Several of my readers did it last time, and I think they all really enjoyed it.
Posted by Megan at 5:58 PM
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
Reader-submitted question: I'm not sure how you are taking Edward Current's comments. As I watched this video, it became apparent that Ed is being facetious. For one thing, he calls the Bible "unerrant." The word used by those of this opinion is "inerrant." For another, he blatantly points out conflicting instructions given in the Bible and just says (and I paraphrase), "Accept the contradictions and act accordingly." No inerrantist would say this. They would claim very loudly that there are no *real* contradictions in the Bible, only *apparent* contradictions. They would then go through a great song and dance explaining why the contradictions aren't "really" contradictions.
So my question is, are you a biblical inerrantist or not? If you are, then I can see why Ed's video is bothering you. If you are not, then maybe you aren't picking up on his facetious tone, and you are bothered by the fact that the Bible might be inerrant but that you haven't believed this up until now, and you are wondering if God will condemn you for your lack of inerrantist belief.
Yeah, this should definitely be on the Uriel blog, but I don't want to break character over there.
Edward Current is a satirist. He and Uriel have a lot in common: many people think they are serious. They are not. It is all in jest.
Uriel is currently going through a crisis that was brought on when she showed kindness to a traveling missionary. When she meets people who follow other religions, she usually spits on them and tells them they are going to hell. For some reason, she actually listened to this guy's stories and realised that he has a holy book that says the entire book is true. She is not sure how to handle this. She is comforting herself by spending even more time than usual on the Internet, trying to find someone who will tell her what to believe. She thinks Edward Current is her soulmate. In a way, I guess he is.
I'll bring Uriel back when I figure out what to do with her, I promise. However, your questions still deserve answers.
Uriel is an inerrantist. She is also a member of a splinter sect that meets only on the Internet and uses the Bible along with several other "holy" books that have been passed along through the generations. Of course, they all exist only on the Internet. She believes that the hard copies were destroyed by the government because they were TOO TRUE. She also believes that you cannot trust hard copies, because they have both jots AND tittles. Online versions, on the other hand, are completely electronic and much more accurate.
Everything in those books (well, websites) is 100% true. None of it is metaphorical. As you point out, she goes through a song and dance trying to figure out how it can all be true when it clearly isn't.
I personally am not an inerrantist. Thanks for your question.
Monday, July 07, 2008
This will be brief. We are in Halifax, and it is a lovely place. I lived here for four years while I was working on my degree, and my first job after graduation was at the MotherCorp station here in town. I love it.
We left Maine this morning and had breakfast at the Governor's in Bangor. It's a family tradition -- we used to stop there for breakfast and then drive home to Newfoundland. We had breakfast with my parents, who fly back to Florida tomorrow morning.
My parents were very surprised. I can't believe we kept our visit a secret for so long. Only my brother Matt (AKA Torq, AKA Philosopher King) and my uncle Rick knew we were coming. It was great.
I have Internet access here, but will probably not be back to regular posting for a few days. I want to walk in the public garden and look at the beautiful trees.
Friday, July 04, 2008
Happy anniversary, Steve.
And happy Independence Day, American readers.
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
I apologise for disappearing: if I had posted about this, I would have given away the surprise I was plotting for my parents. I am in rural Maine and access to the Internet is nonexistent at the family cabin. I set up a few scheduled posts, but I won't be as accessible as I usually am. I'll be back in Canada next week.
Posted by Megan at 10:14 AM