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During the next nine months, my blog will become a notepad of sorts for my research at the University of Toronto as a Journalism Fellow. Tonight's reading, is "A Multilevel Examination of Local Newspaper Credibility" from the Journalism & Mass Communication Quarterly 95, no. 1 (March 2018): 76–95.  (Free access article)The study sent out 4,000 survey questionnaires, received 1,154 completed responses, and asked a series of questions which determined the political demographics of respondents who answered the survey's questions regarding trust in local media. The survey found that conservatives distrust newspapers more than liberals, and this distrust increases among those who are more deeply conservative. Interestingly, the survey did not find a significant difference in trust...

I lived in Winnipeg for one year, during which time I did so volunteering with the Boys and Girls Clubs there. In reality, not much volunteering, maybe 75, maybe 100 at most, hours of involvement. I learned a lot in those short hours.One of the moments that challenged my lived experiences, at age 22, the most was a conversation at the Winnipeg BGC's Aberdeen location. It's a small clubhouse, in an area with much poverty. A level of poverty that surprised even me, and I grew up in Hamilton's poorest postal codes before ending up in foster care.A child, age 8 or 9, and I were talking. It was my first day volunteering at this club; he's asking...

I was that guy in high school, pressed black pants every day. What some may call dressing for success; but at its root there was a practicality to this - I found that Moore's sold good pants at a fair price, and eventually they became my entire pant wardrope. "Boring" as my closest friend often remarked. Black shoes (running shoes, again practical), and a collared polo shirt of some type. This was my "uniform" before I actually had a uniform. Post High-School, wearing a loose fitting uniform for work, I slowly converted to loose fitting cargo pants and khakis. In university, and post-university, I never went back to pressed pants. In rez and renting a student room, I didn't have...

Sunday, July 8, 2001 - Land Forces Central Area Training Centre MeafordThe call is made, who among us recruits wishes to attend Church Parade. I declare that I will be attending services. We form up alphabetically, my last name happens to place me first. The Sergeant asks me "So Coleman, what are you?""Baptist Sergeant!""Coleman, God isn't giving you that option. So what are you again?""Baptist Sergeant""Coleman, God is only giving you two choices, Catholic or Catholic without the Pope"I stare blankly ahead. The Sergeant had a wit about him, and even after a week, I've realized that it's best to shut-up; this Sergeant enjoys humiliating recruits more than the others. I'm already standing out, I'm...

The other day I was telling a story, one of my favourite stories. The time people thought I was gambling on the Pope. It's April 2005, Pope John Paul II has died. I'm living in St. Andrew's College at the University of Manitoba. It is the seminary of the Ukrainian Orthodox Church of Canada. I'm the student union representative for the College's student association. De facto, I represent the students of the College to other student bodies on campus. I'm also a reader at St. John's College, the Anglican college on campus. I'm Protestant, identifying as Baptist. These roles make me a leader in these faith communities. A few days after Pope John Paul II's death, a group of us...

My path to university is unconventional, I'm a bit of a unicorn, not many Crown Wards of my age went onto post-secondary education, as there were not the supports needed. I went to the University of Manitoba, they gave me a good offer, and I believed that as they had access supports available for Crown Wards, it was a wise choice to move out of Hamilton to attend university. (Another motivating factor was seeing first generation students among my non-Crown Ward peers dropping out of university due to being unable to focus on their studies due to friend and family pressures)Nowhere near an "elite" university. NPR's The 1A aired an fascinating discussion entitled "What Happens To Low-Income Students In...

The University of California was paying Elsevier $10-million per year to access academic journals filled with publicly funded research that Elsevier paid nothing towards the cost of researching. The academic journal publishing racket has had a good run blocking public access to knowledge, and charging institutions billions of dollars in rent to access academic journals. University of California released the decision in a press release:“Make no mistake: The prices of scientific journals now are so high that  not a single university in the U.S. — not the University of California,  not Harvard, no institution — can afford to subscribe to them all,”  said Jeffrey MacKie-Mason, university librarian and economics professor  at UC Berkeley, and co-chair of UC’s negotiation team....

Sunday evening began the latest young adults conversation & learning session at my parish, St. Patrick's Roman Catholic Church in Downtown Hamilton. It is the first group activity I've done in the Church since RCIA when I converted so many years ago. I tend to practice my faith in solitude, not hidden, just not in group discussions within the parish. I listened intently, only speaking briefly once when my thoughts were requested. These discussions are new to me. The topic turns to our human fallibilities and failings. Another parishioner notes that we then to be more diligent when others can see us, and that the must crushing of failures are those we commit which negatively effect others. Very true, and...

There are two tough winters that I can instantly recall the year of, 1992 and 2004. 2004 was cold, very cold, Hamilton's modern record low temperature of -30C was recorded at Hamilton Airport on January 16, 2004. I remember day-after-day of cold, layering my uniform jackets, and still being cold. 1992, I remember it for the number of storms, the wind, the cold, and the one day I was one minute late for school. I loss my perfect attendance. This was a big deal to me, I hadn't been able to get perfect attendance because of moving between schools during the year. 1992, we'd already had many snow days when the storm I remember was raging. It was windy, very...

The 20th anniversary of Apollo 11 occurred when I was age seven; only three years after the Challenger Disaster. I didn't grasp the significance, only recently starting to read full non-fiction books and National Geographic magazines. Sometime shortly after the anniversary, I got my hands on a National Geographic about the mission, which included an audio record recording of the mission. I used my grandmother's record player to listen to that mission, it was fascinating, man on the moon, technological achievement, anything was possible. I was mesmerized, reading every book I could get at the school library about the moon landing. It was Apollo 11 that gained all the attention, it was Apollo 11 which was subject of all the...