Periodismo práctico

Periodismo práctico

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by Arcadi Espada
     
 

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Hay un periodismo teórico que se enseña en las facultades y que habla de pirámides invertidas, de respuestas al qué, cómo, cuándo, dónde y al por qué, de titulares, entradillas y ladillos y del contraste de las fuentes. Y hay un periodismo práctico que se aprende cada día al abrir el periódico.  

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Hay un periodismo teórico que se enseña en las facultades y que habla de pirámides invertidas, de respuestas al qué, cómo, cuándo, dónde y al por qué, de titulares, entradillas y ladillos y del contraste de las fuentes. Y hay un periodismo práctico que se aprende cada día al abrir el periódico.   ¿Quién concede la entrevista, el presidente o el medio? ¿Crea el cronista parlamentario el titular de su noticia, o lo elige de un catálogo de ideas precocinadas por el equipo de comunicación de los partidos? ¿La información de un suicidio provoca contagio de muerte? ¿A quién le tiene que hacer más caso el periodista, al contraste de las tres fuentes o a su inteligencia y sentido común? ¿Por qué los jóvenes deberían dedicarse a escribir editoriales y sólo cuando crecieran acudir a ruedas de prensa? ¿Hasta qué punto es cierto que el periodismo es un oficio moralmente indefendible?

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9788467038613
Publisher:
Grupo Planeta
Publication date:
08/05/2011
Series:
FUERA DE COLECCIÓN Y ONE SHOT
Sold by:
Planeta
Format:
NOOK Book
File size:
1 MB

Meet the Author

Arcadi Espada (Barcelona, 1957) escribe en el diario El Mundo. Entre sus libros figuran Contra Catalunya, Raval, Diarios (Premio Espasa de Ensayo) Notas para una biografía de Josep Pla y Ebro/Orbe.

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3.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 17 reviews.
Catherine Waldinger More than 1 year ago
Great story that really had me believing this demon was addressing me personally. So scary that I had to keep reminding myself it was just a book. Liked it so much I got it on tape too. That was even scarier than the book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Esta obra de Poniatowska mas que tenerme de suspiros y corajes es muy buena! Es como lo que uno desearia que un autor pudiese relatar acerca de su vida. Un viaje que te lleva a conocer mas alla de la persona irracional pero a la vez decidida de Leonora! Recuerdas a muchos grandes como lo fueron Diego Rivera, Lewis Carroll entre otros! Tambien tiene contenido de la psicologia. Una historia que te deja entrar en la mente de Leonora y desifrar que atraviesa por su mente tal y como si estuvieras hablando personalmente! Un alma rebelde llamada Leonora Carrington! BUENISIMO RELATO DE ELENA PONIATOWSKA!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Go be nerdy fourth graders somewhere else. Maybe create your own website? You never know. Some people may even like it and join. About the book: it's a pretty o.k. buy. Good for random reading.
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The Art of Survival Chapter 5- Griffin's POV ((2 months later)) I stand in the upstairs hallway, bored and trying to think of something to do. Before I decide on anything, however- "Griffin? Can I talk to you for just a sec?" Kristen calls from her room. "Sure." I reply, a bit bewildered. She turns to me when I enter. "Look, it's not really anything important, but it's been bugging me. My name's not Lucy. That's my sister's name. It's not Kristen. That's made up. I've been hiding behind a fake identity, 'cause it made me feel safe. Now I realize it was cowardly, and I'm vulnerable. My name's Shaelyn." "Um..." I stare, puzzled, at her. "Okay. Cool." "So... that's it?" She frowns a little. "You're not, like, pissed or anything?" I shrug. "Nah. Why would I be?" "I LIED to you." She supplies. "About your name. You were scared. I get that. And I forgive you." "Everyone else already knows." She mumbles. "Even Hunter?" I ask. "Yeah." Okay, now I'm a little mad. "Uh, alright. It's all good." "You sure, Griffin?" "Oh, yeah, no problem." She studies me skeptically for a moment, then nods and stands. "Katonia and I are going to check out that house out there to the west. Please take care of Melissa and Jewel." "You'll be back. I won't have to take care of them forever, right?" "Course not. We'll be back before you know it." She slings a leather bag over her shoulder and stands. "See you soon, Griffin." "See you... Shaelyn." We watch each other silently for a moment. Shaelyn begins to leave. She pauses and stands, right in front of me, rather close. She seems to be debating on something. She decides on clapping me on the shoulder and leaving. I stare at her back. Her long blond hair bounces slightly as she walks out the door, leaving me feeling like we have unfinished business. * * * Shaelyn's POV "Bye-bye, Shae." Jewel says. She stares up at me with sad, big blue eyes. The six-year-old's raven-black hair is in a long, curly ponytail. "Bye, Jewel. I'll be back." I hug her quickly and turn to Melissa. The stubborn eleven-year-old regards me with icy brown eyes. Her pale brown hair is chin-length and a little wavy. "See ya, Mel." She puts on a rare smile. "Bye." Katonia bids everyone farewell. Gabriel comes over to me, grinning slyly. "What about me, Shae? I don't get a good-bye kiss?" I roll my eyes at him. "If I come back in one piece, we'll see." "Fine." He sighs theatrically, then smiles and winks. I return the smile and follow Katonia out the door. We jog over to the stable and look for some horses. Katonia saddles up her horse, Chiyo, a dappled gray mare. I find my own horse, named Wild Breeze. Wild is a beautiful dark brown-and-white splotched mare. The two of us mount up and gallop out. The setting sun blazes like a raging fire. I breathe in the fresh air and allow myself to forget that this is the end of the world.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Ya go to result 2,blackkit.Brownkit-black tom with brown paws and jade green eyes.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Look. First some one said it was grass clan territory. Then theifclan teritory. Then thunderclan territory. Why dont u do what my clan did with maskclan and just share territory!!!