Brad Rourke’s Blog
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The Overall Effect Is Less Than The Sum Of Its Parts
Somehow I have gotten on an “Internet marketing guru’s” email distribution list. I typically just archive the notes without reading them, but for some reason (I think because it came in on my Blackberry) I read the latest one. It was touting a free “telesummit” which is a fancy word for a conference call. It…
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A Day In The Life Of A Real Reporter
My friend Adam Pagnucco, who writes the indispensable Maryland Politics Watch, scored a coup last week as Kathleen Miller, a real-live “msm” reporter, agreed to describe a day in the life of a reporter in five installments. People often hold a number of assumptions about journalists, including: They only like to cover negative news They…
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Are They Joking? Does It Matter?
I can’t tell if they are mocking me, poking good-natured fun, or are serious. Back in April, I recorded a video that outlined my note-taking strategy. Over the years, lots of people have commented on it in meetings and have been curious about how it works. I’ve got the video embedded down at the end…
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Ordinary People Stepping Into Public Life
Yesterday, I described one way in which my local blog, Rockville Central, is different from our local newspaper, even though my blog contains “news.” The key lies in the purpose behind the blog, which is to improve community life in the town I call home. In essence, with Rockville Central I am trying to open…
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My Local Blog Is Not A Local Newspaper And I Like It That Way
As my readers know, at my recent session at the No Better Time conference on dialogue and deliberation, one of the things I talked about in depth was the local blog I founded over two years ago, Rockville Central. Civic idealist and geek that I am, I created Rockville Central in order to have a…
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So Dreadfull A Judgment
Last weekend my band, The West End, played a show and in the midst of it I had just the best feeling. I looked out at the audience and saw that everyone was paying attention, listening to the music. They weren’t distracted by the ball game behind the bar, weren’t playing Liar’s Poker, weren’t embroiled…