Robles on skepticism in journalism and the uselessness of the press conference

Cover of The Power and The Glory: The Story of the Manila Chronicle 1945-1998

Cover of The Power and The Glory: The Story of the Manila Chronicle 1945-1998

“I’m skeptical, which I think every journalist should be. If you’re not skeptical, then you’re not going to go anywhere as a journalist. You’re there to contest things. If not, you might as well hire yourself out as a loudspeaker. You might as well join the propaganda arm of the government… Continue reading

Randall on reporters, great and otherwise



From the introduction of the Great Reporters by David Randall, who is currently an assistant editor and a columnist at the Independent on Sunday, a UK broadsheet. Besides having worked as a journalist in four continents, Randall is also the author of The Universal Journalist, one of the best books about the practice of journalism I have ever read. (I’ve read it twice and come back to it from time to time, especially when the journalism itch needs to be scratched.) Continue reading

#WEREAJOURNALIST | Selfies with Janet Napoles and other important tweets



Jaime Oscar M. Salazar deserves to have increased following among Internet users.

For one thing, Salazar–whom I haven’t met yet–offers sensible opinions.

Months before the presidential elections in 2010, he wrote a lengthy piece scoring a GMANews.TV report–a website that I worked for, at that time–about Hacienda Luisita, the plantation owned by the family of then-senator Benigno C. Aquino III.

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Fischer on the trouble with Nietzsche’s dictum


Cover of The Thought Gang by Tibor Fischer (First Scribner Paperback Fiction edition 1997)

As my hands were cuffed behind my back, and I had a zet at the footwear of my arresting officers, I couldn’t help hailing Nietzsche’s dictum, what does not kill me makes me stronger. One could add that what doesn’t kill you can be extremely uncomfortable and can give you a very nasty cold. I sneezed with no hands and discharged some nose marrow across the short distance between my nostrils and the gleaming footwear of the detective in charge of the operation, where it spread-eagled and made itself at home.
The trouble with Nietzche—who in any case never prescribed instructions regarding conduct while being hand-cuffed on chilly floors in undignified circumstances—is that you can never be sure when he’s doing some levity or not.
The Metropolitan Police had the same problem with me. They were hugely unconvinced by my responses to their questioning.

— from The Thought Gang by Tibor Fischer, named by Granta Magazine as one of the best British novelists under 40 in 1994