OnPoint by Keith Ng

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Name and Snipe

Tsk tsk, Ogilvy Interactive. Bad ad agency. What are you doing fouling up the Herald website with your lousy-ass Flash ad for American Express (It's "More than Just a Card"!)? All that sprite-scaling animation crap looks like a dog and doesn't even run properly (it jerks like a talkback host).

Did you even user-test this, hur? It chews up a huge chunk of my CPU, makes tabbed-browsing excrutiatingly slow, and sucks the juice right out of my laptop. Clearly, you didn't think carefully about users on mobile platforms, or the user experience at all. (Or maybe you just did some really godawful coding.)

So thoughtless. Fo' shame.

I *was* going to get myself an American Express card and buy some... um... expensive watches with it. But now that I've had a negative-brand-experience-to-the-max, I will put it on my MasterCard instead.

Fine, that's a complete lie. I prefer to pay in unmarked, small denomination bills. But I did get my news from Stuff today, because my laptop goes up by around 10 degrees when I open up news on the Herald page (it did before, too, but I just hadn't figured out that it was those friggin' American Express ads).

So, am I on a crusade against advertising in the media? Not really. I'm just a pissed off user today. And consumer activism is fun.

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You're going to pay for this

Remember the Kursk? This was the Stuff.co.nz frontpage, as recorded on the 16 August 2000, reporting on the doomed rescue effort. I was probably being introduced to the term "liberalism" in POLS112 at that time, and in between classes I was reporting on select committees for one of the beltway newsletters (I had to quit as I kept falling asleep, thanks to first-year alcoholism, Counterstrike, and democracy being really boring). Peering back in time, the site is doesn't appear to have changed much, but the devil is in the details - and the details are running the show.

This weekend, the EPMU is going to be hosting a conference under the banner "Journalism Matters". It's going to be held in Parliament, and speakers include Judy McGregor (former journalist, newspaper editor, academic and now EEO Commissioner), Gavin Ellis (former Herald editor), Rick Neville (Deputy CEO, APN) and assorted journalists (Simon Collins, Vernon Small, Amanda Cropp, Kathryn Ryan, Sharon Fergusson, Murray Kirkness, Kim Griggs, and of course, from our side of the electronic fence, Alastair Thompson). You can register here.

Since I won't be able to make it, I hope to make my contribution here and now. Most of the journalists there will be far more experienced than me, but I'm making this contribution as a blogger-journalist and someone who has gone deep undercover in the advertising/marketing industry.

My assertion is simple: Contextual advertising will have an unholy influence on editorial direction.

Exhibit A: Stuff website, 2000. Exhibit B: Stuff website, 2007. The hard news portion of the website has gone from 80% of page width to 40%. The left column is given over to advertising and sponsored links, but it's the new middle column which points to the future. Five boxes, Lifestyle, Technology, Entertainment, Sport and Travel. The same set-up is reproduced in the Herald website. (They've disallowed web-archiving.) Coincidence?

The reason for their existence is contextual advertising. Advertisers will pay a premium for space in subject-specific sections, because those readers are easier to sell to. For example, if you're reading car reviews, you're more likely to be someone actually looking to buy a car, and so a car ad is worth more, because more sales are likely to result from it. Same with travel sections and airlines, etc.

You can see this most clearly in the Herald website. In the Business section, you have the AUT Business School. In Motoring, you have a Lexus ad. In Jobs, you have a Search4Jobs ad. And so on. (Results may vary if they rotate their ads, but you get the point.) It's also interesting to note that many of the equivalent sections on Stuff have the ad space allocated, but have no ads - i.e. they have been unable to sell the space.

Google AdSense is worth gazillions because it can automate this process, but doing it the human way (as above) works, too.

How is it different from traditional set ups, with motor section, the travel section, etc.? The key difference is the ability to accurately measure readership in individual sections. In traditional press you can't buy sections of the paper individually; on the internet, you can tell if a reader goes straight to a section, or never visits it. The success of each section can be measured, and advertising can, in theory, be priced according to hits. (There has to be sufficient market confidence and good measurement tools for this to take place.)

So there are a few boxes of fluff on the homepage – what's the big deal? The point is that individual stories will have a direct impact on the company's bottom line, not just according to their success, but also according to their subject.

I appreciate that editors have always had to deal with the advertising-editorial tension, and major advertisers often become the subject of stories regardless; it's a point of pride that the editors stick to their guns in these situations (though I guess when they chicken out, we don't find out about it). But this is about more than the relationship between individual advertisers and publishers; it's about contextual advertising bending the strategic direction of media.

Strong breaking news stories would still pull in readers and strengthen readership, but what happens if you get 15% more ad revenue per reader in the tech section than you do in the national news section? And what happens if, at the same time, it costs 80% less to source a iPhone fluff piece from the Sydney Morning Herald than it does to do a story on child abuse in Whangarei? What happens when Fairfax/APN bosses demand a higher return on their investment?

I guess, on a slightly philosophical note, the business of news has never been about news. It's always been about attention. Sometimes good journalism gets you that attention, other times, bad journalism gets you that attention. By the same token, they don't go out of business because they're bad journalists, they go out of business because they're bad businesses.

The online advertising business model will reward commercial journalism more than civic journalism, and it will decouple their fates. Will civic journalism remain profitable? Will it remain profitable enough? And when the monetary rewards are elsewhere, what – if anything – will keep these news organisations committed to the kinds journalism that may well prove to be unprofitable?

Right now, the battle is not over money. There is no money, relatively speaking. Online advertising might have risen from $8m to $65m between 2003 and 2006, but that's still dwarfed by the $810m spent on newspaper advertising and barely a fraction of the $2,224m in total advertising spending. But of course, for the first time since 1998, newspaper advertising have dropped – by $20m in 2006. Circulation is looking drab for some, gloomy for others. The end is nigh, everyone knows it, and it's being discussed ad nauseam.

This is the perfect time for us, as media consumers, to think about how we want things to go down, too. How many of us have bitched about the marketing influence destroying journalism? They write about brain health, property investments and fat goddamn kids because their focus groups tell them it's relevant to their target demographics; reaching those target demographics are important if they want to sell ads; selling ads is important if they want to stay afloat. It's understandable and rational behaviour, especially when they can't get another revenue stream because classified ads have been annexed by TradeMe and readers refuse to pay real money.

We say we want serious journalism, but how many of us are willing to actually pay for it?

Invitation: Participants in the summit this weekend are especially welcomed to join the fray on Public Address System. You might also be interested in this article on how the Washington Post is coping (very well, thank you). If you have a more substantial contribution you want to make before or after the summit, I'll also be happy to oblige. Let me know if you want to use a pseudonym.

Disclaimer: This is, as usual, my view and not necessarily Russell's. Feel free to give him your advertising dollar. Or just give him money. At any rate, the issues above don't really apply to us since our advertising isn't contextual, we do not and are unlikely to ever have enough content or advertising volume to make contextual advertising viable, and our we have an integrated editorial and corporate governace structure in the form of, um, Russell, who is, as they say, not evil.

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Chennai

Chennai had been described to me by various people as: "The capital of South India", "the Detroit of India" and "a nice seaside city". To quote Meatloaf: Two out of three ain't bad.

It's a strange mix, being both the heart of South Indian cultural consciousness and a grimey industrial powerhouse in a country where IT is hogging all the glory. It's claim to contemporary cultural significance is its film industry, which churns out Tamil-language (spoken around South India) films with a great deal of... industry.

Vastly generalising, pulp Tamil cinema is more violent than it's Hindi counterpart, and the stars tend to be more stout and buxomed, respectively. Movie posters tended to consist of a slightly chubby middle-aged man with a mostache, looking pissed off as hell and holding a gun, a machete, or just a big stick. They got pretty bloody.

The women were full-bodied and big-boobed. It's part asthestics, but also part practicality. They're not allowed to even *kiss* on-screen, so to keep the audience excited, they do a lot of jiggling. Conveniently, there was always an excuse for her sari to get very wet.

I stayed on the main street of a busy bazzar district cum tourist hub, a few doors down from a cinema. The hotels were pretty scungy, but they were also popular wedding venues. The local brass band seemed to have a monopoly - they played in every big wedding in the district. They even have their own horse.

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With the spectacular amount of commotion that goes into a wedding parade, it's hard to know exactly what's going on. But here, the groom, all dressed up on his pimped-up horse, leads a parade through the main street, bringing traffic to a halt.

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Nobody seems to mind too much, though...

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...and it's quite a sight.

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A few nights later, Svenda and I walked past a local hall where something was happening. Curious, we poked our heads in. Seconds later, the father of the groom was taking me by the hand up the stairs, and we were paraded in front of the relatives, then onto the stage as props for the wedding photos.

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It's perfectly normal for men to walk down the street holding hands here, which took a while to get used to. There's no romantic connotation to it, just a demonstration of platonic affection, but it's not okay for a man and a woman to hold hands, which was slightly confusing.

And of course, homosexuality is still a huge no-no, especially in the conservative south. But as you head towards the more modern cities, there would be fewer men holding hands, and more couples doing so.

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South Indian meals are huge! Huger than American meals, even.

A "thalis" meal is served in little metal bowls also called thalis. You get eight little bowls of goodies, a piece of popadom and a piece of roti or dosa, which is a pretty decent meal. *Then* they come and pile on the rice, about half a kilo of it at a time. The curries are pretty thin (and entirely vegetarian), which probably explains how they can pack away so much rice.

They give you a sambal (a hot curry), a dhal (lentil curry), some kind of hot and sour soup, buttermilk, pongal (a sweet rice porridge)... and I forget the other three. You pour them into your mountain of rice, then churn little rice balls with your hands. As you finish each curry, you add in the next one, and the taste of your thalis gradually evolve, from superhot in the beginning to sweet at the end. At some places, they put ghee (refined butter) and some kind of yellow powder into your rice, which makes it extra sticky and delicious. Though in other places, they think you're a bit weird if you ask for ghee, which confused the hell out of me.

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All the autorickshaws and buses in the city ran on CNG. Pretty environmentally friendly, you'd have thought. A government report revealed, however, that respiratory problems were actually on the rise, due to the smaller particulates created by CNG engines being more harmful. Drivers were also reporting more injuries, caused by the continual vibrations from the CNG engines. You just can't win...

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And here is this week's NGA...

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Competitive market (with NGA)

The folk parody duo scene in New Zealand is pretty competitive. So competitive, in fact, that our ‭‬4th most popular folk parody duo had to skip the country to get an audience. All the more reason to belatedly congratulate our resident folk/rock parody half-duo, Jarrod Baker, and his other half-duo, Dave Smith: former winners of the NZ Comedy Guild's Most Offensive Gag Award, and now, winners of the Billy T James Award.

Russell ‭‬interviewed Dave for PA Radio earlier this week, and, for your Friday slacking-off pleasure, here are ‭‬their greatest hits on MySpace. My favourite is still ‭‬"Tony", which in no way reflects on ‭‬the (spoiler-loaded) Sopranos thread that has kept me distracted throughout the week.

My reason for liking ‭‬"Tony" is the constipated look that Jarrod does when performing it, which, I feel, really adds a lot of emotional resonance to the song. Though, perhaps, he is drawing it's from the deep symbolism of ‭‬"The Flange". It's all very deep.

Well there you go. All the Kiwi kids are *giving* it away. Aren't they nice?

Mr Baker has also resumed his regularly NGA gig here, which is more than I can say for my own slack-arsedness. I will endeavour to write a post that doesn't have Deborah Coddington in it next week. D'oh!

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Cooked goose, chicken, etc.

There's an apt Chinese idiom: 死雞撐飯蓋. That's: "dead chicken trying to open the rice-pot lid".

By that, of course, I meant Deborah Coddington's ‭‬attempt at preemptive damage control in the Herald on Sunday, in which she wrote about the Press Council's damning decision, which comes out today. While Tze Ming is ‭‬raising the flag on the hill, I'm holding down the pot lid here.

"Damning decision? Hardly." Coddington wrote.

Nice.

I mean, stuff like: "The North & South article has failed to meet its obligation in regards to accuracy and discrimination and the complaints are upheld." That's hardly damning. That's more, like, "condemnatory". Not damning *at all*.

Her argument was that the Press Council can say what they want, but their opinions don't count because they're a bunch of girls. Not literally a bunch of girls, of course. But the sense in which girls are men who are girls and therefore not men, which invalidates their opinion.

And not only are they a bunch of girls, they're mostly not even journalists! Members of the friggin' public, for crying out loud! What right do they have to pass judgement on a journalist?

I guess it's her choice to disregard the decision of the Press Council, a self-governing body established by its members - the press. It's her choice, too, to disregard the opinion of other journalists, who will no doubt judge her harshly. What's not her choice, though, is that North & South is going to have to quaff down a piping hot humble pie and publish the decision, and that's enough for me.

‬454g of flesh, close to the heart, please. Yes, minced.

Still, if there's one thing I've learnt from Coddington, it is that when dealing with people like Coddington, you have to let the whole school of red herrings swim past you first. She spends the whole column trying to discredit the Press Council, she leave but one paragraph of substance:

But the council totally ignored the main complaint - that my statistics were wrong. From this omission, I can only conclude that I was correct all along, and the complainants - as I argued - wilfully used different statistics."

Actually, this is pretty good. Inventive and spectacularly ballsy. Inventive because she sets up a great straw man: none of the complaints said that her "statistics were wrong", we just said that she misused the statistics by taking them out of context (i.e. population growth) to arrive at the wrong conclusion. Spectacularly ballsy because she then quotes the key section:

The key issue is the absence of correlation between the Asian population and the crime rate. Ms Coddington argues she has recorded the rise in the Asian population and it would have insulted the readers to link that with the crime figures. The Council does not accept this argument. The linkage is vital and should have been made explicit."

While omitting the proceeding sentence:

It is abundantly clear and is not effectively challenged by Ms Coddington, despite quibbles about terminology and direct comparisons of her figures with those of her critics, that the rate of offending is dropping pro rata. To then talk of a gathering crime tide is therefore wrong."

Now, this should have been the finishing move - a vindication of everything we've said. But instead, by cutting out the more lethal half and by misrepresenting our accusations, she managed to say that the conclusion didn't address our accusations, which is therefore as good as an exoneration.

That's award-winning stuff, that.

(But wait, is that setting up a straw man or a bait-and-switch? Debaters - help me!)

Incidentally, she's totally right. Russell Brown has it in for her, and I am merely a pawn in his diabolical schemes. Russell found me in a Singaporean crack den in 1990, working as an accountant when I was seven years old. Being the forward-looking trendspotter that he is, he knew that one day he'd become Coddington's nemesis, that his every waking moment would be devoted to her downfall. He also predicted that sometime between 2005-07, the combined factors of ACT's waning political fortunes, declining magazine readership and long-term immigration trends would drive Coddington to write a hatchet piece about Asian crime.

For fifteen years, I was a sleeper agent. Russell would monitor my progress while my programming lay dormant. Unbeknowest to my friends and family, I was actually a ticking timebomb, with "Deborah Coddington" emblazoned on my left buttock. (Actually, the "ton" is carried over to the right one. Let's just say I won't be going back to *that* tattoo parlor again.)

I was activated in 2005, having built a cover story as a "student journalist". For the past two years, I've been waiting for my chance to strike, and now I have.

It's pretty anti-climactic.