Reader Comment Of The Week: A Reporter From The New York Post Speaks!
I suspected I’d get a response from someone from the New York Post after I wrote this screed. I did. It was much more reasoned, lucid and intelligible than this one. I was pleasantly surprised, but found it disquieting nonetheless.
Although you can read this comment in its entirety by clicking on the above image or by clicking here (see comments). I will post it here:
Post policy prevented me from crediting you in print. Allow me to do so now. You did a fantastic reporting job. All I had to do was follow your steps (and make a few extra phone calls).
I won’t discuss at length the policy of not crediting blogs (or anyone else). I’ll just briefly explain that as long as we can independently verify every bit of info, we don’t credit.
You will find that the Daily News observes the same policy, but the Times does not. (They often write an explanatory phrase like, ‘The investigation into Mr. Spitzer was first reported in the New York Post.’ That’s not a real one. I just made it up. Although I would note that another Times policy would prevent them from actually printing the name of your blog, presenting them with an unresolvable conflict between two inflexible rules.)
Looking forward to “amplifying” more of your good work in the future.
Alex
Gee, thanks… I think. It is not the purpose to malign Mr. Ginsberg in this post (though it invariably will). Rather, I found his comment telling about the state of print journalism in general:
1. Not citing blogs is “company policy”. As Ginsberg wrote: You did a fantastic reporting job. All I had to do was follow your steps (and make a few extra phone calls).
2. Ginsberg writes …Although I would note that another Times policy would prevent them from actually printing the name of your blog…
I have erected a mirror site with a much less objectionable url (www.thatgreenpointblog) for just this reason. Yet the plagiarism persists. It has become all too clear that “offensive” blog urls are a red herring.
3. Looking forward to amplifying more of your good work in the future.
So this somehow makes it “right”? Inasmuch as I riff on recent journalism school graduates (which are what staffs many of the papers here— as “independent contractors”— nowadays) I do not think they are by and large dishonest. They need to eat and have a roof over their head just like the rest of us— so they abide by “company policy”.
I do not blame them for doing what they have to do to earn a living; I blame the institutions which employ them. As contractors, these reporters are paid chump change for stories and thus have to churn out a lot of material (usually for numerous publications) in order to make ends meet. Given the workload they shoulder I am hardly surprised they troll blogs for leads. What bothers me is the fact their employers are profiting from their, my and many others hard work.
There was a time when New York City had “beat” reporters. They have since been replaced by contractors— to cut costs— and neighborhood coverage has suffered as a result. “Bloggers” as you call them— I prefer to call them citizen journalists— have made up for this, among them:
Amusing The Zillion
Atlantic Yards Report
Bed-Stuy Banana
Bed-Stuy Blog
Best View In Brooklyn
I care not to recite the whole list in its entirety— much less alphabetically. They can be found on my blog roll— although I’d feel remiss if I didn’t mention Sheepshead Bites or my friends in the East Village:
Vanishing New York
EV Grieve
Neither More Nor Less
And last, but not least: Queens Crap.
If my memory serves me correctly the latter four have been “amplified” by the New York Post and the New York Times recently. Much to their respective chagrins. Call us ungrateful, but we’re not content with being “amplified”; we want recognition for our work.
The sad thing is in the absence of neighborhood reporters bloggers and newspapers could forge a mutually beneficial relationship, e.g.; exchanging leads, tips, information and so forth for the betterment and edification of our mutual readerships. I do not see this happening— especially since a reporter from the New York Post has pretty much admitted to cribbing my content and “making a few phone calls” to write a story.
A story he was, no doubt, paid for writing. I wasn’t. Very few “bloggers” are.
Miss Heather
P.S.: You can read an email string between Mr. Ginsberg and someone who took issue with his plagiarism by clicking here.
New York Shitty Day Starter: Greenpointer Spotted Using Newtown Creek Park
Yesterday our two week tour de force of New York City’s sights (and smells) took Mr. Heather and I to the Nature Walk. This may not be everyone’s idea of how to spend a lovely September afternoon but I suspect I have proven by now that we are not “everyone”: we are Greenpointers. As we made the final stretch to the Garden Spot’s gold green coast we were surprised to see we were not alone: we had stumbled upon a gentleman in the process of his daily workout.
After doing a few sets of curls (he came prepared with free weights) he proceeded to do a few sets push-ups. This is not an uncommon sight at McCarren Park, in fact it is pretty common. But this is not McCarren Park: this is a park located on the premises of the east coast’s largest waste treatment facility.
Maybe this chap wanted a little privacy? Regardless, he was an incredibly nice guy!
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Day Ender: Danny R.I.P.
As I mentioned previously earlier today the Mister and I visited the Newtown Creek Nature Walk. When we left we decided to walk down Provost Street— and in so doing stumbled upon the site of Greenpoint’s latest auto accident.
It was not easy to miss, as Danny’s friends and loved ones have erected a sizable, heartfelt memorial to his memory. In fact, two women were busy tidying it up when we walked by. I refrained from taking photographs out of respect for their privacy. Nonetheless I found the remnants of this terrible— and possibly preventable— end of a youth man’s life incredibly disquieting.
Aside from part of a respirator laying in the tree pit, part of a windshield and discarded medical equipment laid on the sidewalk. These grotesques can be found at the intersection of Provost and Huron Street lest anyone cares to see them— but I can think of very few people who would.
It should also be noted that this was not the first serious auto accident to come to pass at this intersection this year. As some of you might recall, there was an incident there back in June. That one involved a police pursuit.
In any case, my heartfelt condolences go out to Danny’s friends and family. Their tremendous outpouring of grief at the site of his death bears testament to how very much Danny was loved in life. May he rest in peace.
Miss Heather
Missing In Williamsburg: Cupcake
This is without argument one of the most heart-wrenching lost pet fliers I have ever seen. If any of you, dear readers, have seen Cupcake or know of his whereabouts please contact his person at the above telephone number.
Thanks!
Miss Heather
Greenpoint Photos Du Jour: Something Neat
The Mister and I happened upon this earlier today as we were walking to the Newtown Creek Naturewalk (yes, this really is how we spend our “vacation”): a Hummer made of lotto tickets. Photographs hardly do this bad boy justice. Swing by 1079 Manhattan Avenue and see it for yourself!
Miss Heather
From The New York Shitty Photo Pool
Filed under: 11211, East Williamsburg, East Williamsburg Brooklyn, Plagiarism, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
Over the years this establishment has amassed quite a repertoire of snappy signs. I myself have even documented this phenomenon on occasion. Needless to say when I found this, one of their latest opuses as documented by Bitchcakes*, in my photo pool I had to post it on New York Shitty. Nice find!
Miss Heather
*Who also recently had the experience of someone blatantly lifting plagiarizing material from her blog.
Viridian Advertising Campaign Goes For New, “Low Key” Look
Filed under: 11222
Inasmuch an I try (and I really do try) to avoid making ridiculing this property a cottage industry, the fact is they make it too damned easy to resist sometimes. Take the following for example:
Has the recession at long last impacted the Viridian’s advertising budget or has someone in our fair community decided to air his (or her) disgust with his glass-encased and very unfinished new neighbor?
It would appear the answer is “both”.
Miss Heather
Williamsburg Photo Du Jour: An Offer You Can’t Refuse
When I saw this special at Driggs Pizza (whose Famous Grandpa pizza is outstanding, by the way) I couldn’t resist documenting for posterity. Granted, it’s not on the par of the “President Obama Special” but the offer of two slices of pizza accompanied by “1 Beer Can” (Budweiser only) is an enticement I can honestly say I have never seen before.
Miss Heather
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