
In her talk The Blogosphere: the Future of Journalism?, Fara Warner discussed the inevitability of blogging as the future of journalism. Web 2.0 is here to stay, and journalists and newspapers must find a way to make it work to their and their readers' advantage. But the business of journalism is crumbling. New business models are needed. Warner pointed to
spot.us as an example of community funded journalism in which the people pay for the stories they want investigated and reported on. But what about the more pressing stories that can't wait for funding? What about the daily news? While I agree with Warner that the future of journalism is inevitably in the blogosphere, and there are some great benefits to that (see sites like
scoop44 and
palestra), what I wonder about most is the effect of decentralized reporting on the reader.
The same evening I heard Warner's talk, I read a
New Yorker article on David Foster Wallace, the visionary American writer who ended his life in September. The tornado of Wallace's mind is apparent in his fiction and was no doubt hard to live with as his suicide confirmed. It seems Wallace experienced the world as a constant onslaught of sensory information and ideas. And this is how I feel about the Internet--specifically the news media on the Web. While Wallace was able to make meaning and even great fiction from the onslaught, I don't possess his genius. The mass of information on the Web and its ready availability is unlike anything society has experienced before. There are so many sources all reaching for our attention, sources that may or may not be accurate. Warner asked if her multi-media reporting was journalism and answered her own question with--the audience gets to decide. Which leads me to the question of media literacy. Will journalistic blogging produce smarter, more critical readers who possess or develop the skills to determine what is and isn't journalism? Perhaps. Maybe the question is moot. The people who read critically are the ones who would've anyway without the advent of journalistic blogging. And the readers who don't question the truthiness of what they read on the Internet don't question the validity of the reporting on Fox News either.
Foster-Wallace's remarks at Kenyon College's 2005 graduation ceremony seem applicable here. He told the audience that true freedom “means being conscious and aware enough to choose what you pay attention to and to choose how you construct meaning from experience. Be

cause if you cannot exercise this kind of choice in adult life, you will be totally hosed.” I have to wonder if blogging as the new form of journalism will leave us totally hosed as a society or in a better place? How good is America at choosing what to pay attention to? On the whole, we seem to pay attention to messages that are broadcast the most loudly and frequently. How truly free are we, according to Foster Wallace's definition, when we experience the narcotic effect of the blogosphere? And how do I avoid the drug-like state I experience after reading several blogs and news-media sites? After bouts of news surfing, I know I look like someone who has had a labotomy. I get sucked in and absorbed by the words on the screen. I click from a CNN story on a Brazilian supermodel who lost her limbs to a report on the Huffington Post about Obama's speech on health care to a local report on police violence. How critical am I of online journalism when I'm surfing headlines and first paragraphs?
I appreciate the immediacy of online news and the ready availability of almost anything on the Web. At the end of my daily Internet media tear, I thought of Foster-Wallace's essay
"Consider the Lobster," which had come up during class discussion about Eammon Grennan's poem "Incident." I could Goggle the essay and read it from start to finish--the kind of prolonged, focused reading I prefer that doesn't involve hyperlinks or flashing advertisements. Perhaps my issue with journalism in the blogosphere isn't the amount of information out there, but the way in which I read it. And I can't entirely blame bloggers for my peripatetic reading habits.