Blogging


Check the Facts

Eugene Volokh gives us this model of blogger fact checking:

1. Blog reader alerts blogger to possible problem.
2. Blogger posts about it, with some tentative speculation.
3. Another blog reader checks the facts (I hadn’t known that there was an audio of Justice Moore’s remarks available, but the reader did know) and lets blogger know.
4. Blogger rechecks the facts to satisfy himself (and preserve his own credibility, since he’s about to say something pretty definitive).
5. Blogger posts the proof of the error.
And all this happened within a couple of hours, starting only hours after the story was posted. Of course, it would be better still if this were followed by (6) the media outlet corrects the error (prompted partly by the blogger’s e-mail). We’ll see whether that happens, though I’m not holding my breath . . . .

I think we will see number 6 but that it will be an evolutionary process. What may happen sooner is that ‘big media’ will improve their own fact checking to save regular embarrassment.


On the Road Again

Time for another round of summer vacation. No more posts today and Friday through Tuesday will likely be minimal. Back into full action next Wednesday.
Note: I have started some work on the blogrolls and sidebars which may not get completed until I return. Watch for a post on this sometime in the next week.


The Monkey on My Back

I disconnected yesterday. No, I wasn’t in the mountains hiking I was at home, the power was on, the network connection was working (the kids were online). I did not boot up my system at all.

By early afternoon the withdrawal systems were palpable: what happened at Henley; what happened in the Prologue; was anybody reading Modulator (but why, there was no fresh content), was there new email, what were you talking about in the blogosphere? For hours every time I paused from other activities I’d feel the grasping tendrils of the net pulling at me.

I did, though, finish the new Harry Potter, mow the lawn, do some rearranging in my office and by dinner time I did not feel the reach of the net near as strongly. Later in the evening we watched a 1969 cinamatic essay on freedom in the United States: Easy Rider. At the end it was not clear that much has changed.

No withdrawal pangs this morning: a leisure read of today’s papers (lots of bloggable stuff, but for another time), household chores, this post, workout, and later maybe we’ll go see the new Matrix before it exits the theaters.