It is December, and I couldn’t think of a better time to start a new project. New Year’s resolutions are for sissies (sp?), and not only have I started my Christmas diet preemptively, I have also decided to start some of my new projects early to give them a run up before the dreaded January swamp…
So let me introduce SciVoxPops – a chance for everyone to have a say about a hot science question.
The project will not only pose these questions and relay the doubtless fascinating answers, but use these voxpops in ways they are unaccustomed to. I’m going to analyse them.
Gist: A scientific question or issue will be posed, comments and replies will be obtained, the results will be collated, presented, and analysed. You will find out fascinating facts as well as some diverse opinions.
What I will do: Each week, I will pose a scientific question across various social media outlets, and also to real people in the real world. I will collate the comments, present them, and try to tease out some sense or trend which, hopefully, will throw up some surprising results. These will be presented in a weekly blog. If this trial goes well, YouTube will be conquered.
What you will do: Watch out for the question each week. On twitter, search for the hashtag #scivoxpop. Send an honest or witty reply, then wait to find out how you fit in or out in a blog here at the end of the week. Tell everyone you know, and send me suggestions for future SciVoxPops.
First question tomorrow (Fri 9th Dec). Hint: it will be a subject close to my heart to get the ball rolling.
VoxPops – literally Vox populi or ‘voice of the people’, is commonly used to describe the so-called man-on-the-street interviews carried out by TV and Radio journalists. Whilst they often provide a light relief from the professional and often cutting reporting of journalists and people trained in public speaking, they are usually left at just that.
I would like to use a large volume of these to try and tease out trends in opinion, especially about scientific questions or issues. Sometimes it will be a matter of opinion, sometimes it will be a matter of communication. Will we find the Higgs Boson? What is the best source of energy? How old is the Earth? Which sci-fi movie taught you most? All of these questions can be addressed and gauged by YOU, the man (or woman or undecided) on the street (or in the lab or on the internet). I can’t wait to see the results.
In fact, the ‘wisdom of crowds’ – what we use these days in croudsourcing the best kind of DVI cable to buy and other Very Important Issues – was a concept first postulated by Sir Francis Galton way back in 1907. He published his research in the journal Nature entitled, coincidentally ‘Vox populi’. So this is my hundred-year-old tribute to Sir Francis, in attempting to harness the ‘wisdom of crowds’, using the VoxPoppery of today.
UPDATE: This week’s SciVoxPop is ‘Do you think there is life elsewhere in the universe?’ Answers here or on twitter, or if you’re shy email me…
Its been a few weeks since I returned from my manic summer flitting between departments of the BBC and other jobs, and it’s high time I picked up the pace and made up for my terrible absence over the last few months. I have lots lined up, but let me first share with you what has kept me busy for so long…
I was lucky enough to be awarded a rare and fantastic British Science Association Media Fellowship, along with nine others from across the country. The media fellowships sponsor placements at a variety of media hosts, including the Times, and Nature News. Myself, I was placed with BBC Online and Radio. I won’t say any more, but will instead share the report I wrote as thanks to the BSA funders and supporters.
Apologies for the length, but scan to the bottom to find out what my various contributions were over the summer.
It was the day after returning from my 6 week placement with the BBC. I was walking dejectedly through the centre of Oxford, wondering how on Earth I would get back into the swing of academia and how I would manage the switch from journalistic writing back to academic writing. I had my headphones in and I was listening to that week’s Material World.
The interjection had come from a senior Professor in my department, who laid a hand on my arm, apologised for the interruption, and congratulated me again.
I was dumbfounded – what had I done to deserve such unprompted and public praise from one of the most indomitable people in my academic sphere?
She went on to explain that she and her husband (the Head of the Department no less) were lying in bed the previous night (too much information, but I’ll take the rough with the smooth), listening to this week’s Science in Action on BBC World Service. They both apparently jumped with excitement when they heard my name in the producer’s credits at the end. I could do little but keep saying thank and smiling dumbly
Lots of people have told me similar stories of how they came across the work I did with the BBC this summer by accident – often asking ‘Was that really you?’. But this brief one-sided conversation with a professor I have revered since starting in Oxford really struck home the impact of the fellowship. I was lucky to have been awarded by this placement by the BSA, and even luckier that those weeks were spent with the BBC.
Summer with Auntie
I was brought up with the BBC. It was a constant companion in our home while I was growing up, and it still holds a position of unattainable respect within my family. What joy, therefore, when I found that not only I had been awarded one of the elusive BSA fellowships, but that that fellowship was to be with the Beeb.
I was not especially hopeful about being successful with the BSA fellowships. I knew quite a few very talented people who were applying from Oxford alone, and I had to make the stipulation that I couldn’t carry out my placement in August. Yet I still sat by the phone and the computer on the decision day, watching the clock and jumping at every loud noise. After the call came, I was beside myself and was probably quite unbearable for several hours afterwards.
As it turned out, the entire summer was full of BBC. I was also lucky enough to get onto a work experience program with BBC Horizon, and got into Radio 1’s good books by giving their Fun and Filth Cabaret a good review at the Edinburgh festival. Despite some of these enterprises crossing over a lot in their USP, none were really aware of the other – giving me the first taste of what a immense thing the British Broadcasting Corporation really is.
Old and the New
Splitting my (and my BBC fellowship companion Hamish’s) placement between Online News and the Radio Unit had a certain kind of symmetry to it. I’m not sure if it was planned like that, but three weeks with each served to demonstrate the fundamental contrast between the old and the new. The ‘old’ world of radio was sharply different in location, pace and content to the ‘new’ digital world of online news. Science news online was based in the iconic Television Centre along with lots of TV studios and the cast of Strictly. There were sparkles on the floor, and rooms with brightly coloured and improbably shaped chairs, and a Costa vendor in the corridor. The Science Radio Unit is in Bush House at Aldwych, a magnificent building stuffed full of marble colonnades, sweeping staircases and dark wood panelling. The lifts were leather on the outside and velvet on the inside – the buttons were brass. The Beeb have seemingly accidentally captured the golden age of the wireless and keep it running alongside the very essence of modernity.
“Can I borrow your Dictaphone?”
The answer I got to this question in the online newsgathering offices epitomised my experience there. Decidedly inappropriate, but delivered with such dry wit as to leave me with tears in my eyes even as I dialled up an interviewee. The staff of News Online were mostly men, but the most open, welcoming and patient men anyone could hope for.
A daily reader of the news website, I was at first a little starstruck to be sitting two desks away from none other than Jonathan Amos and Environment Correspondent Richard Black. Their kindly but crude banter soon put me at ease and I launched into three frenetic weeks of writing, phoning and formatting.
News editor Paul Rincon patiently showed me the ropes and, somewhat worryingly, set me loose on the news. The first story I wrote was about bacteria that can process uranium in soils – something I know nothing about. It was at this point that I also realised that I knew nothing about how to write a BBC news story. Copying a template from a random article I scavenged off the website, my first lesson was this. Never, ever, write a paragraph with more than one sentence. Even when I tried to sneak two very innocuous short ones together, they were spotted and pulled apart. Offensive though this was to the secret prose-lover in me, it makes a lot of sense. In terms of reading news, it really does help, and makes the writing completely anonymous, as it should be.
I learnt other musts for an online article, things the casual reader would never usually notice: headlines must be between 31 and 33 characters, long titles no more than 55 characters; the first four sentences must summarise the story, including the authors and the journal, to be used on the Ceefax pages. I didn’t even know Ceefax still existed. ..
All in all, the workload was pretty intense. It was a rare day that I wasn’t writing a story with another one or two queued in the system and yet another one on my list of possibles. That’s the thing about news – it keeps on happening. I was initially surprised that the stories were a little tardy in coming out after an embargo had been lifted; the story usually would have spread around my twitter feed well before the BBC articles came out. But when you consider the monumental feat that the rarely more than seven-strong team pull off in covering all the news, you really have to hand it to them.
Incidentally, the answer to my question was ‘No, use your finger like everyone else’.
“Bonjour, avez-vous un attaché de presse?”
Three short weeks later and I was to abandon TV centre for the leafy theatrical hubbub of Aldwych. The Radio Science Unit, high up in Bush House had an entirely different feel to it. Here the staff comprise almost all women, and almost all were focussed on working for their individual programmes. All the science radio programmes come out of that office: Material World, Science in Action, Health Check and Click weekly, and the series of Frontiers and Discovery. You really couldn’t ask for better exposure to science radio.
The day I started, the unit were inundated with various other work experience students, and by pure fluke of desk placement, I was taken under the wing of Science in Action producer Ania Lichtarowicz. Science in Action is a 20 minute pre-recorded programme focussing on world-relevant science and is broadcast on the World Service. I was completely unprepared for this – expecting to work on Material World I had only swotted up on their themes and format. I don’t think I had knowingly ever listened to the World Service.
But Ania was extraordinarily kind and acted more like a mentor than a boss. She gave me sole responsibility to research and prepare interviews that were then recorded in the studio with presenter Jon Stewart down the line from Los Angeles. In later weeks, she taught me how to and left me to edit these interviews – cutting them down from around 15 minutes to four… This was by far the skill that I was most pleased to learn: something entirely new and utterly engrossing.
Researching international stories for the World Service is nerve-wracking if you’re not fluent in about twenty languages. Just listening to Ania switching effortlessly between Polish, English and French riddled me with inadequacy. More often than not I found myself switching to the British default: loud and slow. “Hello! Do. You. Have. A. Press. Officer?!” Not the most professional perhaps, but it got me by.
I was sad to leave the unit after working on just three programmes. Despite having worked just as hard as I did with News Online, there seemed to me so much less to show for it. But the Radio is targeting a different group of people – probably people who would loyally listen each week, whereas I would be foolish to think that everyone who visited the website would be reading my articles.
The most famous curry house in the world, oh, and some science too
For most people carrying out this year’s BSA fellowships, the British Science Festival on the 10th-15th September came at the end of their placements. I only started at the beginning of September, so had just a week of journalistic experience under my belt by the time the festival started. For this reason, I was full of trepidation on the train to Bradford – everyone else would be old hats, jaded sitting around in trilbies and smoking while they leafed lazily through their shorthand notes. Perhaps my concept of newspaper journalism is stuck a bit in the 1950’s…
Bradford had only ever previously entered my conscious as the location of the ‘World’s Most Famous Curry House’, and the ‘World’s Largest Naan’. I didn’t ever imagine the city as a hub for scientific research I have to admit, but I quickly realised that it didn’t matter. He point of the Festival was not to update on the latest measurements of a particular sub-atomic particle, or to debate the minutae of new climate data. It was to showcase some of the most exciting, public-friendly science being done by British scientists at the moment. Sure, so the science may not have been all that new, or even completed yet, but the point was it was interesting.
It was a bit of a change of pace – starting work at 8 rather than 9:30 – but I still wrote at least one story a day for the duration of the festival. Topics like cancer drugs from flowers, sticking food waste in a microwave to get fuel, and launching giant balloons to stop climate change, were all genuinely fun to write about. A last minute press conference on dark matter on the final day resulted in an article by me that remained the most read on the entire website for three days. Testament, if any was needed, that the festival really does have surprises up its sleeve.
The festival was a great chance to catch up with my fellow, er, fellows, and hear about all their diverse experiences. I didn’t have as much contact with them as I’d have liked, as the BBC team (16 of us in total) were given a room to themselves. Quite apart from the misplaced air of superiority this gave us, it physically separated us from the rest of the press pack and the decisions and discussions being made. I think this stood in the way of some of the networking I would have liked to have done, and didn’t really help with my image of jaded, trilby wearing journalists conspiring against us.
In all, the seven weeks (three weeks with online, three with radio, and one at the festival) I spent as a BBC journalist this summer was one of the most enriching experiences I could have hoped for.
The undeniable joy of seeing your name in a byline, or hearing it at the end of a radio show, is the most immediate return for the work you do. But almost equal to that were the personal emails I received from the researchers I had contacted for comments and interviews. Without fail they were gushingly thankful for the coverage I had given them, and I felt proud that I had made a little mark in honest, fair and unbiased reporting of science.
I hope I can use the lessons and skills I learnt on this placement to continue to make that mark. I came away brimming with ideas for novel short-form reporting, and for advice for my researcher peers. As a researcher, there is nothing to stop you putting yourself forward as a press contact for your work, whether is a world-changing question or a day-to-day data collection. If you sell yourself well, the best reporters will be able to make everyone in the world want to do what you do.
Moreover, this summer I have met some amazing people with the same values and drive as me, and I hope they will continue to be friends for many years to come.
Further Reading and Listening
6/10 Science in Action (Researcher)
13/10 Science in Action (Co-producer)
13/10 Material World (Researcher)
20/10 Science in Action (Co-producer)
The day began with a session led by John Naughton of the Open University and the Observer, and by Lou Woodley from Nature Publishing group. The session theme was ‘Science Journalism in the Era of New Media: Opportunities and Challenges’, and it served as an excellent introduction to topics of discussion that were revisited throughout the day. The ‘new media’ is characterised by the open and individual opportunities created by the internet, as opposed to mainstream print media dominated by large news organisations. The traditional view of science journalists as ‘gate-keepers of science’ must be modified, Naughton said, as ‘they stand at the gate, but there are no longer any fences.’ He added, ‘Science journalists are now curators, guides, navigators and sense-makers.’ Science journalism was metaphorically compared to a densely interconnected ecosystem, with different types of communicators and journalists working together to ‘add value’ to news stories which break more quickly and easily than ever before. This metaphor was expanded to explain a host of phenomena in new media, including the replacement of the ‘elephants and dinosaurs’ of large mainstream media organisations, by the ‘acid-shooting termites’ that dominate the expansive blogosphere today. The spread of internet communities was compared with an ecological catastrophe that can wipe out a rainforest ecosystem, and replace it with new populations of saplings (new ideas and approaches to science communication), which must be given time and space to grow and develop, to show their full potential. Naughton concluded by saying that ‘science writer’ is no longer an accurate term, and in the era of the new media, journalists are should be true ‘multimedia practitioners.’
I have watched the first two episodes of BBC One’s ‘Inside the Human Body’, and I have been so thoroughly impressed by it, I feel I need to share my feelings, and explain why it has touched a special nerve.
When I was explaining the latest episode to a friend over a glass of wine (thus explaining my lack of eloquence), I called the programme ‘Inside my Body.’ This embodies the cleverest, but probably the most textbook trick in the science communication book. It is the first lesson I learned—that people don’t care about humans, they care about people. And in the introduction to each episode, Michael Mosely acts out an exercise in making you care. He introduces the people you will meet in the next hour like a skilled host at a dinner party, with an interesting fact that will make you want to hear their story, and then throws in a smattering of ‘you’. Within the introduction, ‘you’ and ‘your’ are used five times. You are described a
s the most extraordinary survival machine, and you have the most complex brain in the planet. I’m feeling pretty impressed with myself by this time, and the programme hasn’t even begun. I defy anyone to turn a blind eye to such an onslaught of compliments.
Yes, yes, it’s a trick to make you care, to make you watch it all the way through so you can see exactly how the ‘Ice man’ is like you, or what Gerald is going to do about dying. It is an incredibly transparent trick, but by god does it work. I like it, and even if it does seem a little overdone at times, I don’t see why my biological existence shouldn’t be flattered once in a while.
So once you’re past the compliments, the real fun begins. The CGI graphics are, quite frankly, stunning. Now, I don’t know anything about how this sort of programme is conceived (will do soon!) but I would like to imagine that the entire thrust behind this show was to bring the best possible graphics to the table and to make me sit open mouthed at the sheer spectacle of it. If that wasn’t the plan, then someone give Rushes Postproduction (you will not know how many tries it took to catch that on the credits) and the people who commissioned them an oversized trophy for the best inadvertent showstealer. When you are watching a baby shifting around in the womb and it suddenly strikes you that there is no way that could really be filmed and it is, in fact, an animation… well that’s when I nearly fell out of my chair.
The reason I am willing to believe that the mind-blowingly good graphics were put there on purpose was because of the otherwise appalling CGI that other BBC programmes are blessed with. I’m not going to name and shame, you’ll have to play catch the credit as I did, but I will just propose:
Enough gushing about the animation.
With popular science programmes today, as I am sure has always been the case, a fundamental fear must be whether the audience will understand. It is impossible to cater for every possible audience, and it seems the overall effort is to err on the side of low-brow. Inevitably, then, the more informed members of the public will doubtless feel patronised and indignant, and write a letter to Points of View etc, etc. But catering for those PoV contributors will leave the greater portion of the public in the dark. Inside my body (as I am going to keep affectionately calling it) includes human biology scarcely more complex than most A-Level syllabuses (syllabi?), much to the satisfaction, I’m sure, of students currently revising for their exams. Well communicated with a personal touch . And for those who have a tendency to feel patronised, I would hazard a guess that the stunning animation (did I mention that already?) would keep the indignation at bay.
Can I just add at this point that I really like Michael Mosley. Not that that has any bearing on anything, but I just like to spend an hour listening to him. Is that odd? Probably.
Onwards. I have mentioned already the personal introductions we are given at the beginning of the programme, and if Dr M isn’t enough to keep you watching, chances are you will stay tuned in to follow those stories. And what is good about them is that they are not overdone. We meet them, from newborn baby Tyreece to 84-year-old Gerald. We hear their story, what makes them important, what makes them special, and then we move on. The end result is something incredibly moving.
I was shocked when I was shown the moment of Tyreece’s birth, and I was on an emotional and moral precipice when I watched Gerald’s last breath. Should I have access to such important moments in these people’s lives from my computer, from my living room? It seems inherently wrong and yet it was presented so gently, so unassumingly, that it seemed to propose a sort of moral lesson. It said look, if a major programming corporation can take life and death in their stride, accepting it and not shirking away from it, you should too. Not in a brash, uncaring way, but instead don’t be afraid of it. It happens to everyone, and it’s ok. I cried when Gerald died, and I had only known him for 10 minutes. The knife edge that was walked was navigated successfully, and it was tasteful and very, very moving.
My final point of unadulterated praise is also on the subject of taste. It is clear, simply from the introduction, that filming took place all over the world. The programme seeks to embrace diversity, and many cultural and ethnic representatives are figured. I would be very surprised if they were all found in West London. But the point is that you don’t notice. You watch it and think ‘Yes, that is our diverse world.’ There are black people, white people, Asian people, and even ruddy looking people in silly hats. Unlike some recent programmes that should remain nameless (should, but won’t ahem… Brian Cox: Wonders of the Universe…ahem), the show doesn’t boast about where it is, and how far it has travelled to film someone smiling and holding a stopwatch. It is slick, and clearly high budget, but tasteful along with it.
Now I know this sounds like a gruesomely biased gush of compliments towards ‘Inside the Human/My Body,’ but ultimately that is why I have written it. There is not enough praise for what people do these days, and as I watched it I could bullet point the aspects of it I loved. So I have done so. There will be people who disagree with me. My friend, over that glass of wine, failed to see the attraction of beautiful animation, and took objection with occasional shots of Dr M looking ponderously out of a window. But I didn’t care, I bloody loved it.