I called up my former editor, Bob Gabordi, today. He’s now the executive editor of the Tallahassee Democrat, and he recounted a little of what the newspaper’s experiencing right now: People lined up down the street to buy newspapers. Printing more copies of yesterday’s front section. People buying posters of the front page and the press plates. “Good golly, Miss Molly,” he wrote in a column. “People want newspapers again.”

The Democrat is, blessedly, not alone. The Chicago Sun-Times printed 150,000 more copies of the Wednesday paper. And The Washington Post declared (with three exclamation points) that “Print Journalism Lives!!!” as hundreds of people lined up to by the newspaper and it plans (or maybe already has) to print 350,000 more copies. Check out Romenesko for other examples.

I like it that I’m not the only one on in the country that will leave stacks of newspapers behind when I die. Pat had to practically pry them from my hands when we last moved. I had boxes and boxes of them stacked in our basement, like the papers with reports from Angola Prison and the day Saddam Hussein was found crouching in a hole. I edited them down to a couple of boxes stacked in our new basement. OK. Make that a dozen or so boxes. (We aren’t horders, Oprah! We are interested! Memorializers! Determined to remember!)

I didn’t get a copy of The New York Times or The Wall Street Journal yesterday. I temporarily lost my mind and spent most of my time looking online at news sites. What was I thinking? Just look at all the designs newspapers came out with yesterday. I picture the headline writers and editors turning and twisting words around on the page before hitting the “send” button. Many thought one word — Obama — said it all: hope, history, vision.

So today I spent some time looking around, and just look:

• The Dothan Eagle, from Dothan, Ala.
• The Bakersfield Californian
• San Francisco Chronicle
• Hartford Courant, from Hartford, Conn.
• Orlando Sentinel
• The Gazette, from Cedar Rapids, Iowa
• The Kansas City Star, from Kansas City, Mo.
• News & Record, from Greensboro, NC
• Dario de Pernambuco, from Brazil

Looking through them, the red, white and blues, the splashes of huge smiles and jubilation, I wonder if you feel it, too. Words like hope and change are weighty, not frivolous. I come to those words cautiously most times, skeptical of insincerity. But today I feel change coming and that gives me one, true sense: joy.

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I went to Greensboro over the weekend to visit some great friends. In between coffee breaks and cans of Pringles, Kathryn and I went to an improptu gathering of folks in North Carolina and South Carolina who have blogs and call themselves bloggers. With my meager attempts at blogging, I felt like a fraud sitting there crunching my long legs in a N.C. A&T State University auditorium seat. My blogs have been inconsistent at best. But because I’ve dared to restart Roam and Rove here (and here, at my desk, and we’ll, ahem, see how long this lasts) I figured I would take an hour or so and hear what’s up among the people who make their livings and hobbies blogging.

And what’s up is Jay Rosen. He didn’t appear at this conference. Asheville bloggers Kelby Carr and Edgy Mama were among those who spoke on a panel and led workshops on SEO maximization and finding a blogging voice. We didn’t stay long, but when we left I really craved analysis like Rosen’s. And I wondered what he would have said about the discussion of journalists vs. bloggers (again!) and blogging ethics (yes, please!). Here’s what he says:

If “ethics” are the codification in rules of the practices that lead to trust on the platform where the users actually are—which is how I think of them—then journalists have their ethics and bloggers have theirs.

• Good bloggers observe the ethic of the link.

• They correct themselves early, easily and often.

• They don’t claim neutrality but they do practice transparency.

• They aren’t remote, they habitually converse.

• They give you their site, but also other sites as a proper frame of reference. (As with the blogroll.)

• When they grab on to something they don’t let go; they “track” it.

In all these ways, good bloggers build up trust with a base of users online. And over time, the practices that lead to trust on the platform where the users actually are… these become their ethic, their rules.

Those in journalism who want to bring ethics to blogging ought to start with why people trust (some) bloggers, not with an ethics template made for a prior platform that operated as a closed system in a one-to-many world.

That’s why I say: if bloggers had no ethics, blogging would have failed. Of course it didn’t. Now you have a clue.

Just a small one, though, because I think the conversation needs to continue. And it has. I have to say that I’m a bit of a Jay Rosen worshipper, from my days studying his thoughts on citizen journalism in grad school. His definition is somewhat a no-brainer.

 
But the reality is that, in practice, citizen journalism’s Achilles Heel is the lack of informed analysis. To me, most bloggers who call themselves or even use the tools of citizen journalism lack trust and authority. The uncontrolled, unmediated voice that Rebecca Blood speaks of here, often falls flat.

The question is how to change that, how to get citizen voices on blogs and creating blogs that trade in the same social and political cache often bestowed — either rightly or wrongly — on larger media organizations. I don’t read a lot of blogs now, I admit, because I honestly don’t find many of them very interesting. My interests are divergent and what I like most is story, so I look for personal sites to bookmark. But what I’ve found is that most need to consider long-time blogger Maggie Mason’s book, No One Cares What You Had for Lunch. (Unless, that is, you really love food writing, in which case here’s mine: toasted Italian herb bread with herb butter and a bowl of feta, tomato and pesto pasta.)

Maybe I’m a perennial optimist because I truly see potential in blogging, in the connection the medium offers people and how they can build the social capital of communities, resting either in geography or interest. It is, as Rosen points out in the “ethic of the link” piece I’ve linked to above, the essential purpose of the web – the people-to-knowledge connections it offers, the pointing out of divergent opinions in the same piece. This is, ultimately, my biggest problem with microblogging, the me! me! me!-ness that essentially removes connection in favor of flattering attention and voyeurism. How is it any different than seeking out only the opinions that match yours (Fox News or Mother Jones)?

So what does this mean for roam and rove? That is under development because I’m honestly not sure. All I know is that I hope to treat it like any other journalistic assignment. Or, as Jay Rosen says: ”As a blogger, what I try to do is to do everything well, all the time, and give you may more than you ask for, every single time you come to my blog.” Amen.

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For the last year and a half, I’ve been following two women at Black Mountain Correctional Center for Women. I sat with them through a re-entry program and their subsequent class graduation, interviewed them in the cafeteria and library for hours upon hours, talked with them about everything from how they got in prison to their work-release jobs to what they’ll do when they walk out of the administration building for the last time. Notebooks are piled in my office, filled with my scribbling about our conversations, their stories, thoughts, feelings.

And today! Debbie! Was! Released! After five years of living in a N.C. Department of Corrections facility, a sargeant’s voice rumbled over the PA system, calling out her name, telling her to go to the administration building. It was for the last time. Cheers and clapping erupted in the yard, where women in green-blue shirts and shirt dresses sat smoking or listening to music at concrete picnic tables. She went inside and 20 minutes later, she came out arms filled with white plastic bags holding all her stuff. She and her probation officer loaded them in the trunk of the officer’s car, and she climbed in the backseat. I stood in the parking lot, watching. As she rode away, her face was turned to the red brick dormatory where she’d lived the last two years. The sun shone on her face. And suddenly this feeling hopefulness flooded over me.

If you know me or my writing very well, you’ll know that I don’t believe in the “objective journalist.” Do I believe in being fair? Oh, absolutely. For the last 1.5 years I’ve been practicing fairness. But today I felt so proud of her, so hopeful for her future, so happy that she won’t have to ask anyone whether she can go to the bathroom or sit on a bench ever again. (She is the first to tell you that she needed to be in prison, that there wasn’t a choice almost. But that was five years ago, and a lot has changed, I’m hoping. Now, I’m so happy that she’s back!)

And it must be catching, these New Starts, because a woman I worked with at the newspaper is leaving the paper today to go teach English in South Korea with her husband. Wow.

I’m ready for a change, too. And, really, there was nothing left to do except jump up and down outside my house, happy that I feel one coming.

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