One of my favorite writers from Esquire and just life in general, Chris Jones, is coming to speak next Tuesday after I tweeted at him in February. Thank you, Twitter.

In reply to this previous post: http://aprilmayparker.tumblr.com/post/17335709844/holy-shit-i-may-have-just-convinced-my-favorite-writer

Part of the reason war correspondents keep going is that there is thrill in danger, a thrill exacerbated by the closeness of death. But the larger, much more important answer is that they feel an overwhelming sense of duty to those whose lives have been torn apart by conflict.
It’s just nuts. I feel like no one there is telling the truth now. We have to get the details.
Even the smartest and most active of Russia’s current twentysomethings matured into a world of total political apathy, where any kind of enthusiasm for the business of governance was seen as either extremely naïve or cynical. Many sublimated whatever civic urges they had into the so-called theory of small deeds.

The only media platform that isn’t blocked in China. Suck on that Chinese censorship laws.

Journalism is a feedback mechanism to help society self-correct. We know from behavioral science that information about a problem alone is rarely sufficient to generate corrective action. People need to know what they can do ― and how. That doesn’t mean including a little “good news” now and then, but regularly presenting people with innovative ideas and realistic pathways and possibilities that remain outside their view frame. In this sense, solutions journalism needs to be interwoven with traditional journalism ― it rounds out the story, so to speak.

Been running on coffee and whiskey this past week. I’ve come to one conclusion: Write shit that matters, write shit that provokes and prod, write shit that advocates. Get little-no-sleep. Feel sorry for self. Interview and cry. Cry and interview. Be a fucking good goddamn journalist. Be hypersensitive; be ultra sensitive. Care about the plight of humanity. Get paid little-to-no money. Try not to care. Do it all over again. Remember it will be worth it.

So, here, for what it’s worth, ladies and gentlemen of the Class of 2011, is my graduation advice. Some of you will say, “This is a fantasy. Pay this man no attention,” but hey, you invited me, so here’s what I’ve got:

If you can… fall in love, with the work, with people you work with, with your dreams and their dreams. Whatever it was that got you to this school, don’t let it go. Whatever kept you here, don’t let that go. Believe in your friends. Believe that what you and your friends have to say… that the way you’re saying it – is something new in the world.

And don’t stop. Just hold on… and keep loving what you love… and you’ll see. In the end, they’ll let you stay.

Thank you.

New Media Journalist & occasional poet. Intrigued by conflict journalism. Curating the unfiltered consolidation of my consciousness. Just enjoy. Now in New York, NY. Follow @aprilmayparker