Life of a Fellow
Dispatches from current fellows about their Stanford experience.
Setting aside the need to fix its current PR nightmare, Facebook has no objective interest in fixing its fake stories problem.
“Write your eulogy by next Monday! Please take this seriously, otherwise your partner will be unable to work!” That was my first task in a Stanford University class.
Local media and the Age of Trump
First, value your audience. Then think about how to treat them.
How can we make sure that we don’t keep repeating the same mistake? Collaboration.
The Post would rightly reject any suggestion that it is of low editorial quality. And yet the screenshots of the Post’s article pages on mobile hew much closer to what you would expect of a “tabloid”, in the pejorative sense.
A young Native American man stood on the outdoor stage before a melancholy crowd at Stanford’s White Memorial Plaza on Thursday evening. He tilted his head back and broke the silence with a shriek.
To cherish each other we must strive to understand each other.
You’ve missed so many stories because you didn’t have the diversity and perspective in your newsrooms that would have helped you understand this election better.
I share, with many Americans, the feeling that our next presidents’ campaign was fueled on racial divisiveness and the coded language of hate that has been part of the national dialogue since the days of Nixon’s Southern Strategy.
When I moved to Palo Alto to join the 2017 JSK Fellowship cohort at Stanford University I didn’t quite expect that I would spend so much of my time being bad at things.
I thrive in an academic environment but beyond that I have a strong appreciation for competency in doing things.
Hearing them talk about their work, their dreams, their hurdles and how they faced them, I was reminded that #blackgirlmagic is not the stuff of fairy tale godmothers.
Unlike its physical world ancestor, online publishing fails to reward investments in production and content quality. We urgently need to reconsider the error.
Three weeks into my JSK Fellowship, I feel like I’m finally figuring it out. I am not usually a woman who measures her worth on others’ performance but this group of incredible people almost requires that comparison.
As long as digital publishing flattens the business value of content, there is little hope to improve the economics of news publishing. The problem needs to be addressed.
How public media stations in Alaska have made collaboration into business as usual.
I spent the first 18 years of my life being defined by the chaos of my circumstances. I spent the next ten figuring out what my identity outside of that world is. And now I’m finally reconciling how the two go together.
At Stanford, in the JSK Fellowship program, in the Graduate School of Business, in the d.school, in talks with thinkers and tinkerers, it was a new world.
What impressed me most about these exchanges was a sense of hope among the students — unlike journalists, who tend to be cynical, or government officials, who tend to be jaded.
It’s hard not to buy into the mythology that opportunity is like fog here. Most of the time it looks just like clouds, beautiful but stubbornly overhead.