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Crikey work experience investigation: Have music stores moved Jackson merch?

Crikey work experiencer Cameron Magusic writes:

At 10.10am, I, a green Crikey work experiencer, set out to the Sanity store under the gentle direction of two seniors. (”Do it now!”). The task: see whether music stores had already replaced Andre Rieu stands by pushing Michael Jackson merchandise to prime selling position — and if so, take a photo of the evidence.

After quickly deciding to walk and not catch the tram, gazing at the map outside St Francis for five minutes, asking a cheery business fellow for directions and learning how to use that fancy store directory thingy, I arrived.

Once there, I loitered around, waiting for the store owner to finish talking on the phone, while listening to Thriller. (Please, I’ve heard it three times this morning already.) In the store with me was a geriatric pondering something-or-other, an uber-cool guy perusing the music and a middle-aged woman looking suspiciously at me. (”A product of the public-school system, probably”).

The store owner told me that it was in fact too early to do anything regarding a tribute to Michael Jackson as the centrepiece of the store and he also told me that, if it were to happen, it would be the record company’s decision for said centrepiece. Back at the office, Crikey staff were stunned that more had not been made of Jackson’s death, with a nice little quip from Mr. Onthemoon that said it all: “An epic fail of capitalism”.

Children in the Senate chamber: a Crikey cage match

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Bernard Keane reports in today’s Crikey Daily Mail email edition on the eviction last night of a toddler from the Senate chamber:

Sarah Hanson-Young is to be commended for having her child with her in the chamber yesterday. It was for a division, not a debate, and her daughter was about to leave to return to Adelaide.

What do you think? Do you agree with Senator Sue Boyce:

Once again in the Senate last night we had a demonstration of the systemic anti-family attitudes embedded in our current parliamentary processes

Or do you side with Helen Razer?

Well, I don’t think that the primary care-givers of children should be parliamentarians.

Make a comment, join the fray, have your say.

Welcome home snuggie

Today, at approximately 10am Australian Eastern Standard time, the mail arrived at the Crikey office in Melbourne’s CBD. Normally The pile of letters and packages included a plastic express post parcel addressed simply to “Crikey“.

Contained within the package was a snuggie - and not just any snuggie - OUR snuggie. The original Crikey snuggie. Stinking of wood smoke and beer, dirtied along the hem, MCN logo on the side, missing in action since the wee hours of Sunday.

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There was no note with the snuggie, the address was printed on a label and the signature, declaring to Australia Post nothing explosive was contained within the parcel, reads simply “Amanda”.

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I know of no Amanda. As far as we know there was no Amanda at the party of the century. However, since I explicitly said there will be no questions asked upon the return of the snuggie I cannot ask, all I can do is speculate.

Popular consensus on Facebook has labeled a Mr John Safran of Aunty the snuggie kidnapper, although Crikey believe that is largely because our initial suspect, Mr Richard Willingham of the Bendigo Advertiser, immediately provided a (somewhat flimsy) alibi, while Mr Safran has consistently failed to leap to his own defence.

Unfortunately the Crikey snuggie did not return in time for Bernard Keane to wear electric blue backless polar fleece to Parliament’s night of nights, the Canberra Press Gallery’s mid-winter ball. Nor for Leigh Josey to wear it to the Japan vs Australia soccer match at the MCG, where he was famously removed from the media section by security with a Turkish photographer. Perfect opportunities to road test the snuggie, lost.

The wait for the return of the snuggie has been fraught with anxiety and many nail biting moments. In an attempt to recover any snuggie before the aforementioned road testing events, I requested assistance from the twitterati. They were utterly useless. Anyone who tells you the cyber revolution has begun is crazy, these guys can’t even magic up a blanket in two days.

A certain commercial television network offered their snuggie, but unfortunately decided to use the blanket with sleeves in a promotional event that evening. Some suggested I order another online, however knowing full well the difficulties posed by their delivery service, I procrastinated. Scott Dooley from Triple J suggested calling local sports centres, “if they answer after two rings it’s them because they’re experiencing warmth AND convenience!”

I was just short of launching an elaborate attack on the local shopping centre, but lucky for Kmart and their display snuggie, the original has returned.

And now all that’s left is my punishment: a walk of shame in the snuggie down Swanston Street. Something to look forward to.

Snuggie come home

Over the weekend of June 13-14 the party of the century was held at Newman Street, Brunswick West, Melbourne. Though the dance floor was rocking and the conversation witty, the clear party favourite was a blue polar fleece blanket with sleeves — the snuggie.

For those of you who aren”t aware, the snuggie was mysteriously sent to the Crikey office last week. Its arrival signalled a new era in investigative journalism and resulted in what was intended to be an ongoing series of articles on the Crikey Team blog — road testing the snuggie.

This was party testing the snuggie. Here is a picture of ABC radio and television personality John Safran party testing the snuggie:

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Note how snug and warm Mr Safran is wrapped in electric blue polar fleece.  Note how happy he looks.

Many pictures were taken at the party of inner city Melbourne hipsters and minor media kids, dancing and rejoicing in the snuggie’s warmth and fashion mayhem. Here are some of them:

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It looked like we were on to a winner! The snuggie really is the perfect party accessory.

Unfortunately when dawn broke and the doors at Newman street closed, the snuggie was nowhere to be seen — it had been snuggie-napped!

Crikey intend to recover our snuggie through any means. We have our suspects: some Swedish backpacking gate-crashers, marauding Tasmanian pirates and a Mr Richard Willingham of the Bendigo Advertiser.

Information leading to the return of the snuggie, or in fact just the return of the snuggie generally, will be rewarded with fine Crikey merchandise.

There is a no questions asked policy relating to the recovery of our beloved snuggie.

Please help! The Facebook group for investigating the mysterious disappearance of the Crikey snuggie can be found here or email us with any information at boss@crikey.com.au.

The battle for the Globe

On the other side of the planet right now yet another American newspaper is struggling for survival in the Land of the Free.

The New York Times Company’s Boston Globe is one of that nation’s biggest and most respected and it’s sinking fast and loud, with media commentators the planet wide over analyzing every single tiny development.

For the last few months keeping tabs on the situation has been like watching the Wicked Witch of the West melting, plenty of screaming and arms waving but taking forever to actually hit the floor.

Here’s what happened, the 137 year old publication was bought out by the New York Times Co. in 1993 when newspapers were still profitable. As is the case at many newspapers the world over, the family who had owned it for most of its existence publicly listed the Globe in 1973 and sold the last of their shares at the dawn of the new millennium.

Following the advent of the internet, the demise of print advertising and then last year the Global Financial Crisis, The Boston Globe started to crumble. In 2008 circulation dropped 8%.

On April 2nd the New York Times Co. declared it would need to find millions of dollars in savings to keep the paper afloat. Interestingly enough it decided that a key part of this money saving venture should be to request staff accept a pay cut, initially of 8.4% — which the Globe’s unions rejected. The cut request then traveled northwards somewhat with the Times chairman Arthur Sulzberger Jr. yesterday saying the paper will not survive without staff accepting pay cuts of 23%.

Unfortunately this announcement was simultaneously met with plans to sell the paper off - provided there’s a buyer. One allegedly interested buyer is a real estate company — and by all accounts it seems they’re more interested in the properties possessed by the Globe than continuing the glorious traditions of the fourth estate.

As far as Crikey is aware this salary cuts approach is rather unique amongst the dead and dying media organizations of the United States, or in fact the world. Usually the company will just fire stacks of journalists and sub-editors, making sure to keep their managers on board a la News and Fairfax circa GFC.

The staff of The Boston Globe look pretty doomed no matter what happens to their paper at this stage in the piece — all of those pain staking union negotiations appear close to worthless. But the sad tale of woe befalling the Globe begs the question, how reasonable is it for the mangers of media companies to request their employees accept massive pay cuts to ensure its continued survival?

Assuming the quality of the content of The Boston Globe is not the reason the company is falling over and regardless of whether this plays a part, it is surely the job of management to - well you know, manage?

The failure of newspapers to adapt to the online era, to find a workable solution to paying for content, to retain their major income earners in classified and other advertising, cannot be solely rested on the shoulders of employees who are only doing the jobs set before them.

Will Arthur Sulzberger Jr. and his family be trimming down their own income?

There is enough musings on the demise and future of traditional media to fill an ocean, but in the case of The Boston Globe it must be asked how the New York Times Company reached such a pivotal stage in collapse where it was left with nothing to sacrifice but labour costs? How do they justify requesting such personal sacrifice?

Crikey Roadtest: the Snuggie, the blanket with sleeves

Here in the Crikey bunker we have Sky News on high rotation as we feverishly produce the daily Crikey email each day.

Maybe it’s the global financial crisis or maybe it’s a dream demographic match up but Sky News seems to be  running a lot more ads from mail catalogue American companies in the Demtel mould — think the ShamWow, the GoDuster etc.

But hands down our favourite advertised product is the Snuggie.

What’s a Snuggie*? A blanket with sleeves. Think of perhaps the most ludicrously bad piece of clothing your Auntie or Nan ever bought you — and multiply it by a factor of 10. Wear it by yourself to look like something from Hogwart’s School of Magic and Wizardry.Wear it with your family members (as the below ad for Snuggie so beautifully demonstrates) to capture the cult member look or pass for a member of the Polyphonic Spree.

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One day last week, like magic, someone somewhere sent us a Snuggie. We don’t know how it got here but after watching the infomercial close to a billion times we finally had our own Snuggie.

So this morning I thought I’d give it a go. Is it really like they say? I was intrigued. Time to try on the Crikey Snuggie to see if it lived up to the hype.

Enjoying a cup of tea while Glenn Dyer's TV ratings.

Enjoying a cup of tea while reading Glenn Dyer's TV ratings.

Did it keep me totally warm? Well yes it did. But considering the mercury in Melbourne has plummeted to sub 10 degrees and the heating in our office is broken and constantly somewhere between Santiago and the Sahara  I was quite warm anyhow.

Time to test it in tougher temperatures. I wasn’t game to go outside in the backwards dressing gown — until Crikey’s Deputy Editor Sophie Black challenged me to look like a complete idiot on Flinders Lane in Melbourne.

So like the happy Snuggie family featured in the ad who sat in the bleachers watching an undoubtedly embarrassed  family member playing sport I took the Snuggie out of the house and into the wild.

Was I warm? Yes, yes I was.

Was I embarrassed? Damn straight.

Firstly you can’t walk in a Snuggie. Getting to the  SevenEleven proved quite an effort.

The simple task of buying cigareets proved quite the challenge...

The simple task of buying cigarettes proved quite the challenge...

Time to see if I could survive the excitement of the TAB, swaddled in a Snuggie. And if anyone picked on me due to my sheer ridiculousness I could test out the Snuggie’s fighting capabilities.

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Come in Snuggie!

Alas, “Gentle Spirit” didn’t place in Race 5 at the Gold Coast. Not the Snuggie’s fault.

Fitting right in at the TAB

Next stop was buying coffee for a few of the guys back in the office. For the first time during the journey someone recognised what I was wearing.

“Is that a Snuggie?” asked the barista.

“Indeed,” I replied.

That’s two thumbs up for Snuggie brand recognition.

"I'll have a long mac, a long black and one of those Waco muffins thanks"

"I'll have a long mac, a long black and one of those Waco muffins thanks"

Waiting for my order I discovered handling a newspaper is a little tricky with a Snuggie.

A typical Herald Sun reader

A typical Herald Sun reader

Next up — test whether you can drink a coffee and have a cigarette at the same time whilst wearing a Snuggie.

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Don't try this at home kids

Was my cigarette in danger of turning me into a ball of flaming 100% royal blue polyester? Absolutely. Dangerous? Ridiculous? Highly flammable? Yes, yes and yes.

So what else could I do in a Snuggie?

I discovered I couldn’t use a leaf blower.

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This sucks

And riding a bike was impossible.

A recipe for disaster

A recipe for disaster

However a public telephone box was surprisingly Snuggie friendly.

"I'd like to report a fashion crime"

"I'd like to report a fashion crime"

So what’s my Snuggie synposis?

Don’t leave home with one.

Coming soon… “Part 2: 101 ways with Snuggie-generated static electricity, with your host Sophie Black” and “Part 3: Snuggie brand recognition: a Swanston Street sample group, as tested by Eleri Harris.”

* Just three easy payments of $19.95 plus postage and handling.

The fabulous Friday trash wrap: Susan Boyle too big for boots?

by Crikey intern Nicola Heath

Boyle too big for boots? Interweb sensation and Britian’s Got Talent contestant Susan Boyle has shocked fans around the world by going “berserk” in the lobby of a North London hotel. Goaded by two strangers, SuBo “was heard to roar: “How f***ing dare you! You can’t f***ing talk to me like that.” SuBo wellwishers worldwide eagerly await the next crack to appear in the Hairy Angel exterior — surely not far away.

Jessica makes the most of her assets. Meanwhile the Fug Girls give Jessica Simpson props for managing to embrace both the tabloid media’s obsession with the starlet’s weight AND her penchant for reality TV into her next career venture. Jessica will be travelling the world examining body-image issues in her new television show — better, the Fug Girls say, than “going on a Lohan-style bender or resorting to a diet of lemon juice and Playboy spreads.”

Time to go Bradless! Jennifer Aniston’s friends have told her to cut Brad Pitt out of her life — and not a moment too soon. Courtney Cox says the text messages have to stop! Eleven children into his new relationship one wonders what exactly he is doing in his ex-wife’s life, but still it remains good advice.

This week’s GOOP takes a sombre turn, and asks:

Have you ever loved somebody who drinks until their usually charming personality is usurped by a monster? Or discovered that someone you adore is throwing up after every meal? Or wondered if you are stuck in a feedback loop of tension and unrest because you need the adrenaline of stress to function? How do we become enslaved by addiction? What is addiction?

Gwynnie’s roster of “sages” she recruits to dole out advice (presumably — I couldn’t bring myself to read it) covers all bases — a Kabbalah devotee, a Zen Master, an Episcopal priest, a psychologist, the Shaikh of the Mevlevi Order (look up Sufism) and Deeprak Chopra — who is President of the Alliance for New Humanity.

Tribal warfare, anthropology, journalism and lies

Last month global headlines announced a tribe from Papua New Guinea would be suing literary magazine The New Yorker for ten million dollars.

Daniel Wemp, the central protagonist of an article “Vengence is Ours” by Pulitzer prize winning science author Jared Diamond, filed a two page complaint in New York’s Supreme Court on April 20 with the support of American media ethics project stinkyjournalism.org.

Wemp and company say Diamond falsely accused him and fellow tribesman Isum Mandigo of “serious criminal activity” and “murder”.

Headed by Rhonda Roland Shearer, Stinky Journalism critically analysed and investigated Diamond’s article and the New Yorker’s fact-checking process, interviewing anthropologists, Papuans from the area in question and a linguist.

Stinky Journalism published a 40, 000 word study of Diamond’s article, concluding the best selling author had invented quotes, misrepresented and misconstrued stories told by Wemp.

I, personally, was horrified. Jared Diamond is an author I had a lot of respect for, you might even say that if I had a science writer hero it would be him. His books Collapse and Guns, Germs and Steel have shaped the way I think about the world.

That he would fabricate a story and abuse his relationships with his source to such a degree is a genuinely unsettling thought, and one that media the world over have clearly avoided, with little coverage following up the original accounts of the court order.

However, the latest news from Science (via the Columbia Journalism Review) suggests that it was Wemp who took Diamond for a ride. Science reports:

Anthropologist Pauline Wiessner of the University of Utah in Salt Lake City, a leading expert on tribal warfare in PNG, thinks Diamond was naïve if he accepted Wemp’s stories at face value, because young men in PNG often exaggerate their tribal warfare exploits or make them up entirely. “I could have told him immediately that it was a tall tale, an embellished story. I hear lots of them but don’t publish them because they are not true.”

Having research background on the subject of conflict in Papua and Papua New Guinea myself, I have to admit that it is most likely the truth lies somewhere between. Young men are prone to exaggeration, but journalists looking for a story are also open to suggestion.

Oral history is always blurry and difficult to adapt to the concrete standards of modern journalism. It is more difficult when you’re crossing cultural and linguistic boundaries that lose the “grain of salt disclaimer”.

When Diamond interviewed Wemp a decade had passed. Reality had time to morph into mythology. Wemp’s recall was never going to be exact. In the same vein without audio or video recording Diamond’s notes are similarly questionable.

If Stinky Journalism are right then at the very least Diamond was not careful enough in backing up what Wemp had to say, he didn’t seek alternative sources, and potentially he didn’t do any of his own fact checking.

For a journalist that’s not a good sign, for Pulitzer Prize winning author it’s a nightmare.

Potato heads are cool

Stand aside Mr Potato head, the root vegetables of Lebanon are here and they’re awesome. Artist Ginou Choueiri paints these realistic potato portraits and exhibits them all over the world. Check out the website.

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The fabulous Friday trash wrap: Superman is kind of a douchebag

Our favourite trashy news for the week:

Megan Fox: “Superman is kind of a douchebag”. Megan Fox lets it all hang out for Esquire, with a bunch of raunchy undie shots and her exclusive views on superheroes, sex and watching High School Musical stoned.

How Quentin wooed Brad. Brad Pitt reveals how Quentin Tarantino convinced him to star in his latest film,  Inglourious Basterds:

Quentin came to visit some time at the end of the summer, we talked about backstory, we talked about movie–I get up the next morning and see five empty bottles of wine right on the floor, five, and something that resembles a smoking apparatus–I don’t know what that was about - and apparently I had agreed to do this film

Keyboard Cat goes large. We usually consider ourselves above stupid Internet memes, but oh how we’ve fallen for Keyboard Cat. Getting the kind of publicity he (she??!!?) so richly deserves, Keyboard Cat has now made an appearance on The Daily Show:

GOOP watch: Effing food AGAIN? Seriously, GOOP is just turning into “Meet Gwyneth’s celebrity chef friends”. Anyway, some guy called Giancarlo Giametti makes dinner. Actually, and I hate, HATE to admit this — it looks quite good. Someone cook me some Parmesan crisps, please.

Also, apparently Hindu scholars are now having a go at GOOP too. Says Rajan Zed:

“The actress needs to grow-up and stop writing about mundane topics like ‘Boots by Gucci’, ‘Banana Pancakes’, ‘The Hungry Cat’ and ‘Tweezerman’ - in which she talks about taming the unruly eyebrows of men. Instead, she needs to talk about topics like realising self, immortality, deeper reality, eternity, soul, inner realms of the mind and spirit, pure consciousness. That’s if she’s truly serious about inner aspect.”

We’re all for having a go at the Gwynsect, but err, I don’t think anyone wants to read her musings on deeper reality or the inner realms of the mind, thanks very much.