When I was staying in New York, I needed to use my computer and the Internet. Fortunately, New York City has a lot of Internet connecting services that were provided by public organizations and private companies like AT&T, T-mobile and Verizon. For example, I could use Wi-Fi services, you know it is a wireless Internet service, at many parks in New York for free, Bryant Park or Washington Square Park.
I often went to Starbucks Coffee Shop with my computer, and did my works that were computer programming and web site maintenance. Therefore, I needed to use Wi-Fi service there. I knew that AT&T provided Wi-Fi service there, but it was not for free. I had to pay the fee to AT&T. I registered my credit card number on AT&T site, and I got the account for their Wi-Fi service. The price is about $20 par a month. I thought that it was my necessary expense for my job.
One day when I complacently used Wi-Fi service in Starbucks, a young American woman spoke to me that she wanted to use the Internet, and asked me if I used Wi-Fi service there for free or not, so I answered that I paid a fee to AT&T. Her face was distorted with agony like she would want to say that it was bad. Just then, a American man who stayed at the next table, I didn’t know who was he, interrupted us and told her if she bought a Starbucks card, then she could get a free account for Wi-Fi service with it. She appreciated the gentleman and went to the casher counter straightly. I’d like to know about the card more, but I couldn’t ask him detail by shaming my ignorant, so I searched the information about it in the Internet stealthily.
I found that the Starbucks card is a kind of prepaid card for Seatbacks’ products, and they gave an account of AT&T’s Wi-Fi service through the card number. Therefore, it is not for free, but we could get the same price of the Starbucks’ products by it.
Additionally, this service had some limitations. First, AT&T provided their service at a lot of place and shops except Starbucks, but this account was available at only Starbucks Coffee Shops. I thought that I just needed this service at the Starbucks, and there are a lot of Starbucks in New York, so it is OK for me. Of course, I could use it outside New York City. Actually, when I went to Boston and Washington D.C., I could use it in both place’s Starbucks.
Second, if I have not used this prepaid card for a month, the service has become to be unavailable. I had to buy something at least once a month by the card to continue the service. When I could not have connected to the Internet once, I found that I had made it be unavailable by no using it for a month. However, I bought a cup of coffee by the same card after that, and then my account became revival immediately – I thought that they maybe controlled accounts through online cash registers of Starbucks’ shop. Therefore, I thought that it was not big problem.
After I knew it, I closed my pay account of AT&T, and I bought a Starbucks card, and I got a new account with it. I didn’t always like Starbucks, but I thought that it was a good service for the Internet user like me. I hope Starbucks provided the same kind of service in Japan.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
New apartment's troubles
I moved to a new apartment in Kyoto Japan two month ago. I decided to rent it quickly, because it has a roof balcony. I thought that I might be able to enjoy it. However, after I had moved, I found many bad things in this room.
First of all, this room had ill-smelling like a drain. It didn’t make always, but it often happened all of a sudden. I thought it came from under the sink. I asked agency to fix it. At first, they said that sensibility of smelling is a personal problem, so they don’t have responsibility of it. I still complained of it many times, then, they send a plumber at last. When the plumber came to my room, he said that I was lucky, because he happened to have another work near here, so he could come to my apartment on this day. I felt angry but patient it and I explained the problem. He opened the door of sink box and took off the cover at the bottom of it, and said that some air brew into my room from somewhere that connected under the bottom of the sink box to drain pipe. I asked him to bung up this route of smelled air, but he said that it was impossible, because they must rebuild this building to fix it, and he knew that this building’s owner didn’t have enough money to do it. Additionally, he said that I should not run my room’s ventilation fan, because it made the smelled air pull into my room. I thought that he was wrong about rebuilding and I couldn’t accept that I couldn’t use my ventilation fan. However, I didn’t complain him, because he looked a dangerous man. Then he sealed around the sink’s hose with tape. I thought it was nonsense, because smelled air came from under the sink box. When he went out my room, he said, “I think someone who dead in this room left behind his dead smell... Ho-ho-ho, it is a joke. You don’t mind.”
Second problem was the air conditioner’s trouble. The air conditioner had a lot of vibration from first time. This vibration made loud noise. I asked an agency to fix it too. They sent an electrician two weeks later, but he couldn’t find why it vibe. He fastened it to the wall by screws, but it couldn’t stop vibration, so he said that he would call a customer service of the maker. The maker’s customer service gave a call to me a week later. Then he came to my room and checked it out for a while. He said that the part of fan was broken. This air conditioner had a horizontally long cylindrical fan inside it and it had a hole on the surface, so it didn’t spin at a constant speed and it made vibration. Additionally, he explained that this fixing was very difficult, because this fan was set on deep inside, so he had to remove gas which is special for air conditioning from it and dismounted all parts once, and then exchange the fan and he had to make all parts up and fill new gas again. He said that he would estimate the price of fixing it and would give it to the building’s owner. I had to wait for his reply for a week. Then, he called me and said that the owner allowed to fix it. He arranged to fix it the next week. I had to patient the noise of it for almost a month, but I thought I was lucky, because it had been fixed at last.
Third problem is that this room affected my physical condition. My throat had a pain more and more when I lived there longer and longer. I became to cough up a lot of phlegm. In addition, I suddenly awoke from sleep due to unknown reason at midnight and had terrible palpitation every midnight. At first, I wondered which it was caused by this room or not, so I stayed a hotel for three night as a test, and I found this symptoms (pain, cough, phlegm and palpitation) was from this room. I couldn’t find the actual reason of it, but I thought it might be made from antiseptic substance. My agency had a service of dispersal it in this room for disinfect and pest control. They strongly recommended it before I took contract this room, so I paid twenty thousands yen for it. However, I think that I might have an allergic reaction by this antiseptic substance. Anyway, I never have had good sleeps for almost two month since I moved this apartment.
I decided to leave this apartment and move to another one this month. It is difficulty to find a good apartment. I remember now that I had some impression that was not good when I saw this apartment at first time. Contrary to my impression, I had decided to rent it, because I thought I could enjoy the roof balcony of it. I studied from this trouble that I should place more important on my impression and less on my wishful thinking.
First of all, this room had ill-smelling like a drain. It didn’t make always, but it often happened all of a sudden. I thought it came from under the sink. I asked agency to fix it. At first, they said that sensibility of smelling is a personal problem, so they don’t have responsibility of it. I still complained of it many times, then, they send a plumber at last. When the plumber came to my room, he said that I was lucky, because he happened to have another work near here, so he could come to my apartment on this day. I felt angry but patient it and I explained the problem. He opened the door of sink box and took off the cover at the bottom of it, and said that some air brew into my room from somewhere that connected under the bottom of the sink box to drain pipe. I asked him to bung up this route of smelled air, but he said that it was impossible, because they must rebuild this building to fix it, and he knew that this building’s owner didn’t have enough money to do it. Additionally, he said that I should not run my room’s ventilation fan, because it made the smelled air pull into my room. I thought that he was wrong about rebuilding and I couldn’t accept that I couldn’t use my ventilation fan. However, I didn’t complain him, because he looked a dangerous man. Then he sealed around the sink’s hose with tape. I thought it was nonsense, because smelled air came from under the sink box. When he went out my room, he said, “I think someone who dead in this room left behind his dead smell... Ho-ho-ho, it is a joke. You don’t mind.”
Second problem was the air conditioner’s trouble. The air conditioner had a lot of vibration from first time. This vibration made loud noise. I asked an agency to fix it too. They sent an electrician two weeks later, but he couldn’t find why it vibe. He fastened it to the wall by screws, but it couldn’t stop vibration, so he said that he would call a customer service of the maker. The maker’s customer service gave a call to me a week later. Then he came to my room and checked it out for a while. He said that the part of fan was broken. This air conditioner had a horizontally long cylindrical fan inside it and it had a hole on the surface, so it didn’t spin at a constant speed and it made vibration. Additionally, he explained that this fixing was very difficult, because this fan was set on deep inside, so he had to remove gas which is special for air conditioning from it and dismounted all parts once, and then exchange the fan and he had to make all parts up and fill new gas again. He said that he would estimate the price of fixing it and would give it to the building’s owner. I had to wait for his reply for a week. Then, he called me and said that the owner allowed to fix it. He arranged to fix it the next week. I had to patient the noise of it for almost a month, but I thought I was lucky, because it had been fixed at last.
Third problem is that this room affected my physical condition. My throat had a pain more and more when I lived there longer and longer. I became to cough up a lot of phlegm. In addition, I suddenly awoke from sleep due to unknown reason at midnight and had terrible palpitation every midnight. At first, I wondered which it was caused by this room or not, so I stayed a hotel for three night as a test, and I found this symptoms (pain, cough, phlegm and palpitation) was from this room. I couldn’t find the actual reason of it, but I thought it might be made from antiseptic substance. My agency had a service of dispersal it in this room for disinfect and pest control. They strongly recommended it before I took contract this room, so I paid twenty thousands yen for it. However, I think that I might have an allergic reaction by this antiseptic substance. Anyway, I never have had good sleeps for almost two month since I moved this apartment.
I decided to leave this apartment and move to another one this month. It is difficulty to find a good apartment. I remember now that I had some impression that was not good when I saw this apartment at first time. Contrary to my impression, I had decided to rent it, because I thought I could enjoy the roof balcony of it. I studied from this trouble that I should place more important on my impression and less on my wishful thinking.
Friday, February 13, 2009
New York's barbershop
I had been to barbershops in New York. I usually went to cheaper barbershops whose price of cutting hair was about only 14 dollars, so I didn’t expect good services and quality. However, I couldn’t help but have feeling that their services were terrible.
First of all, they told me to sit on a chair signed “Children”, so I had to bear the narrow space. Second, their job was terribly rough. A lot of cut hair dropped into my shirt. They didn’t care about them at all. They covered over my clothes and my neck with something, but large quantities of cut hair mercilessly dropped into my clothes – I didn’t know why it is. I felt uncomfortable it, so I immediately went back my room after barber and washed my body and my clothes for clearing cut hair.
On the other hand, I sometimes go to cheap barbershops in Japan, and I have never had such experiences. Japanese barbers are very kind and give me a good service. Even when cut hair falls on my face while cutting my hair, they try to clear them as soon as possible.
I have a theory about the difference between Japanese culture and New York’s culture. At first, I had thought that these cases are appearance of this difference. On my theory, New Yorkers think their job is a thing outside themselves, so they think that their job is other thing from their own personality. They think that they sell their own techniques or services (for example, cutting hair) as products. However, Japanese people think their job is a part of themselves, so they think that their job is directly rerated to their personality. Therefore, I think that Japanese people try to appear their job with kindness or politeness.
I think that each one has its own advantages. On the former, we can judge the shop by just their own technique, but on the latter, we have difficulty to judge the shop, because we have difficulty to judge the relationship or personality. On the other hand, we have much more comfort on the latter in many cases.
However, in my cases of barbershops in New York, their services were too terrible to judge their own technique. I have to say that my theory is not useful in this case.
First of all, they told me to sit on a chair signed “Children”, so I had to bear the narrow space. Second, their job was terribly rough. A lot of cut hair dropped into my shirt. They didn’t care about them at all. They covered over my clothes and my neck with something, but large quantities of cut hair mercilessly dropped into my clothes – I didn’t know why it is. I felt uncomfortable it, so I immediately went back my room after barber and washed my body and my clothes for clearing cut hair.
On the other hand, I sometimes go to cheap barbershops in Japan, and I have never had such experiences. Japanese barbers are very kind and give me a good service. Even when cut hair falls on my face while cutting my hair, they try to clear them as soon as possible.
I have a theory about the difference between Japanese culture and New York’s culture. At first, I had thought that these cases are appearance of this difference. On my theory, New Yorkers think their job is a thing outside themselves, so they think that their job is other thing from their own personality. They think that they sell their own techniques or services (for example, cutting hair) as products. However, Japanese people think their job is a part of themselves, so they think that their job is directly rerated to their personality. Therefore, I think that Japanese people try to appear their job with kindness or politeness.
I think that each one has its own advantages. On the former, we can judge the shop by just their own technique, but on the latter, we have difficulty to judge the shop, because we have difficulty to judge the relationship or personality. On the other hand, we have much more comfort on the latter in many cases.
However, in my cases of barbershops in New York, their services were too terrible to judge their own technique. I have to say that my theory is not useful in this case.
Friday, January 16, 2009
Taxi driver in New York
When I was staying in New York, one day, I had to move to another condominium that my English language school provided, because I have extended my study and staying but they couldn’t give me the same condominium because of their plan for renovating it.
This condominium was in a large hotel, so doormen usually called a taxi for me at the door of hotel, but at this day unfortunately, no doorman were there. When I went out of the door with my many luggage, A taxi came in front of me and the taxi driver beckoned me in his car, so I went to his taxi. He got off his car and helped me to put my luggage into his car. Just then, other taxi drivers came to him and started to complain something to him.
They said that he wedged himself into their line. They argued together in front of me. At first, I embarrassed and couldn’t find anything to do, and I thought it was their problem, so just saw their arguing.
However, they didn’t seem to stop their conflict, so I realized I was wrong to do nothing. I pointed the first taxi driver and I said “I choose him!” and I gestured to shoo away other drivers. My taxi driver shouted “He choose me,” and opened the taxi door for me, then we could go to my new condominium.
After that, I thought that I should have decide it more quickly. Additionally, I thought my taxi driver might have a bad manner as a taxi driver if he accentually had interrupted in the line, but I wondered what I could do for it if he had been a bad driver. If I had taken a taxi in front of a hotel in Japan, I wouldn’t meet such a situation.
From this small incident, I thought I needed more decision ability in New York, but I wondered what is my responsibility for my decision. I cannot find any answer about it yet.
This condominium was in a large hotel, so doormen usually called a taxi for me at the door of hotel, but at this day unfortunately, no doorman were there. When I went out of the door with my many luggage, A taxi came in front of me and the taxi driver beckoned me in his car, so I went to his taxi. He got off his car and helped me to put my luggage into his car. Just then, other taxi drivers came to him and started to complain something to him.
They said that he wedged himself into their line. They argued together in front of me. At first, I embarrassed and couldn’t find anything to do, and I thought it was their problem, so just saw their arguing.
However, they didn’t seem to stop their conflict, so I realized I was wrong to do nothing. I pointed the first taxi driver and I said “I choose him!” and I gestured to shoo away other drivers. My taxi driver shouted “He choose me,” and opened the taxi door for me, then we could go to my new condominium.
After that, I thought that I should have decide it more quickly. Additionally, I thought my taxi driver might have a bad manner as a taxi driver if he accentually had interrupted in the line, but I wondered what I could do for it if he had been a bad driver. If I had taken a taxi in front of a hotel in Japan, I wouldn’t meet such a situation.
From this small incident, I thought I needed more decision ability in New York, but I wondered what is my responsibility for my decision. I cannot find any answer about it yet.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Final day's troubles - 2
At the previous time, I wrote about my first trouble when I was leaving New York. This is the second trouble at that time.
I had to change from the “A” line of subway to the “Air Train” at Howard Beach station for JFK. I got on the “A” train. However, when this train arrived at Jay Street station, the announcement in the train said something. At first, I couldn’t understand this, but I could guess this announcement said that this train couldn’t go ahead any more and all passengers had to get off this train.
I got off the train and I was going to the ticket gate with anxiety. The station’s staffs gave transfer thickets to passengers there, so I asked one of them “I wanna go to JFK. I need to go to Howard Beach station!” She said “You have to get on shuttle bus, and take on the train again”. I took the transfer ticket and went up from the station to the bus stop.
I carried tow small bags and one suitcase. I was afraid of this situation, because this was not Manhattan. This was Brookline. I wasn’t familiar with this place, and I heard that this place was more danger than Manhattan for tourists like me that carried many luggage.
I found a shuttle bus on the road, and I asked the driver “I wanna go to Howard Beach. Is this bus OK?” He said “Yeah. But not express.” with grinning. I asked “Which station will this go to?” He said “Utica.” I thought that we had to get on this bus and took on the “A” line at Utica station again if we wanted to go beyond Utica station. Howard Beach is beyond Utica station. I thought I should get on a taxi here, but of course it is difficulty to catch a taxi on the street of Brookline. I couldn’t help but get on this bus.
Actually, this bus was going slowly. I realized what is his grinning when I asked him. I got upset, but I couldn’t have any good way else. I think that I should have gone back to Manhattan and took a taxi, but I couldn’t find this way at this time.
The bus arrived at Utica station. I was hurry to go down to the platform of subway, and I took on the first “A” train. After a short while being on this train, I realized that any tourists didn’t get on this train. I was afraid that I took another wrong train. Then I asked an old man “Excuse me, sir. Is this train going to Howard Beach station?” He said something, but honestly I couldn’t understand all what he said at first, but I catch he said that “A” line has two terminal stations, but he didn’t know this train was wrong or not, and if I had a wrong train, I had to change another train at Rockaway blvd station. He said that he would get off Rockaway blvd station, and when he got off he could confirm this train’s destination and he told me that. We got off there and he told me that this train was wrong, and maybe the next train went for Howard Beach. I apologized to him, and then I spent some minutes for waiting for the next train. I felt these minutes being very very long.
Fortunately, I arrived at JFK at 11:20 a.m. I could on time check in my plane that would departure at 12 o’clock, but I couldn’t buy any souvenir at the airport.
I had to change from the “A” line of subway to the “Air Train” at Howard Beach station for JFK. I got on the “A” train. However, when this train arrived at Jay Street station, the announcement in the train said something. At first, I couldn’t understand this, but I could guess this announcement said that this train couldn’t go ahead any more and all passengers had to get off this train.
I got off the train and I was going to the ticket gate with anxiety. The station’s staffs gave transfer thickets to passengers there, so I asked one of them “I wanna go to JFK. I need to go to Howard Beach station!” She said “You have to get on shuttle bus, and take on the train again”. I took the transfer ticket and went up from the station to the bus stop.
I carried tow small bags and one suitcase. I was afraid of this situation, because this was not Manhattan. This was Brookline. I wasn’t familiar with this place, and I heard that this place was more danger than Manhattan for tourists like me that carried many luggage.
I found a shuttle bus on the road, and I asked the driver “I wanna go to Howard Beach. Is this bus OK?” He said “Yeah. But not express.” with grinning. I asked “Which station will this go to?” He said “Utica.” I thought that we had to get on this bus and took on the “A” line at Utica station again if we wanted to go beyond Utica station. Howard Beach is beyond Utica station. I thought I should get on a taxi here, but of course it is difficulty to catch a taxi on the street of Brookline. I couldn’t help but get on this bus.
Actually, this bus was going slowly. I realized what is his grinning when I asked him. I got upset, but I couldn’t have any good way else. I think that I should have gone back to Manhattan and took a taxi, but I couldn’t find this way at this time.
The bus arrived at Utica station. I was hurry to go down to the platform of subway, and I took on the first “A” train. After a short while being on this train, I realized that any tourists didn’t get on this train. I was afraid that I took another wrong train. Then I asked an old man “Excuse me, sir. Is this train going to Howard Beach station?” He said something, but honestly I couldn’t understand all what he said at first, but I catch he said that “A” line has two terminal stations, but he didn’t know this train was wrong or not, and if I had a wrong train, I had to change another train at Rockaway blvd station. He said that he would get off Rockaway blvd station, and when he got off he could confirm this train’s destination and he told me that. We got off there and he told me that this train was wrong, and maybe the next train went for Howard Beach. I apologized to him, and then I spent some minutes for waiting for the next train. I felt these minutes being very very long.
Fortunately, I arrived at JFK at 11:20 a.m. I could on time check in my plane that would departure at 12 o’clock, but I couldn’t buy any souvenir at the airport.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Final day's troubles - 1
I left New York last Sunday and I came back to Japan last Monday. Last Sunday was very hard day for me. First, I forgot my important bag in my room. Second, the train had a trouble while going to the airport, JFK. I want to describe this day’s story here.
Last Saturday night, it was my last night in New York, I went to Jazz club and I spent there until 2:30 a.m. After that, I came back to my apartment, and then I started to prepare for going back to Japan. I prepared that until 4 a.m., and I took a short sleeping.
I wake up at 7 a.m. on Sunday. I had to continue to pack my stuff and I had to clean my room. I had estimated one hour for that at the previous night, but in reality I had needed two hours for this. I got upset, because I thought I needed to get on the subway at 8 a.m. for my plain at 12 o’clock, but it had been 9 a.m. already.
After the preparing and cleaning, I went out my room with my luggage, and locked the door and I put the keys into the room through under the door, but then I realized that I forgot one of my important bag in the room. There were my cell phone, digital compact camera and some electronics equipment that I need for my job in this bag. However, I couldn’t take this. I had locked out.
I got upset, and then I called this apartment’s caretaker that is Japanese agency. However, this is Sunday. They were in a day off. I couldn’t reach them, but I remembered that they gave me another phone number for emergency. I searched the paper on which this number was printed in my bag that I had, and I found it. I called to this number. It was a cell phone that the chief of the agency had. I told him about my situation and I had to go to JFK immediately. He said that he couldn’t open the room for me at this day. Therefore, I had to ask him to send this bag to Japan by international mail after.
I regretted that I should have checked my room again before locking the door, and if I had not spent deeply in the Jazz club at the previous night, I might have had spare time and I might not have made such a mistake by lack of sleep, but it was 9:30 a.m. already. I had to go to JFK as soon as possible. I didn’t have any minutes to regret something. I went to the subway station in a hurry. I estimated one hour to arrive at JFK by the subway and the Air Train, so I thought that maybe I could arrive there between 10:30 a.m. and 11 a.m. However …
I will write about my next trouble, a train trouble, at the next time. To be continue.
Last Saturday night, it was my last night in New York, I went to Jazz club and I spent there until 2:30 a.m. After that, I came back to my apartment, and then I started to prepare for going back to Japan. I prepared that until 4 a.m., and I took a short sleeping.
I wake up at 7 a.m. on Sunday. I had to continue to pack my stuff and I had to clean my room. I had estimated one hour for that at the previous night, but in reality I had needed two hours for this. I got upset, because I thought I needed to get on the subway at 8 a.m. for my plain at 12 o’clock, but it had been 9 a.m. already.
After the preparing and cleaning, I went out my room with my luggage, and locked the door and I put the keys into the room through under the door, but then I realized that I forgot one of my important bag in the room. There were my cell phone, digital compact camera and some electronics equipment that I need for my job in this bag. However, I couldn’t take this. I had locked out.
I got upset, and then I called this apartment’s caretaker that is Japanese agency. However, this is Sunday. They were in a day off. I couldn’t reach them, but I remembered that they gave me another phone number for emergency. I searched the paper on which this number was printed in my bag that I had, and I found it. I called to this number. It was a cell phone that the chief of the agency had. I told him about my situation and I had to go to JFK immediately. He said that he couldn’t open the room for me at this day. Therefore, I had to ask him to send this bag to Japan by international mail after.
I regretted that I should have checked my room again before locking the door, and if I had not spent deeply in the Jazz club at the previous night, I might have had spare time and I might not have made such a mistake by lack of sleep, but it was 9:30 a.m. already. I had to go to JFK as soon as possible. I didn’t have any minutes to regret something. I went to the subway station in a hurry. I estimated one hour to arrive at JFK by the subway and the Air Train, so I thought that maybe I could arrive there between 10:30 a.m. and 11 a.m. However …
I will write about my next trouble, a train trouble, at the next time. To be continue.
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Visiting to Washington, D.C.
I went to Washington, D.C. last weekend. I visited to Smithsonian Air and Space Museum, National Gallery of Art and American History Museum. Of cause, I walked through the National Mall and I saw the Capital Hill, Washington Monument and Lincoln Monument. I went up to an observation room of Washington Monument and looked down to the city from there.I had stayed in Washington, D.C. for three days. When I was walking to subway station from my hotel to get on the train that I would go back to New York last day, I found a new museum named “NEWSEUM”. I had three hours to get on my train, so I stopped to visit at this museum.
NEWSEUM exhibits the history about Journalism in the U.S. I found here that the modern journalism was one of the most important “inventions” by the U.S.
American journalists started the movement that they were reporting their own article by themselves’ getting stories. They write articles with their own experience and their own responsibility. They try to reveal the facts that government or powerful people hide for their interests. For example, Vietnam War was finished by New York Time’s releasing a government’s classified document. The Watergate scandals that led to the resignation of former President Richard Nixon were released by Washington Post’s reporter. Their activities affected the government and politics.
I think that Japanese journalists were influenced by this movement in 1970s. For example, former Prime Minister Kakuei Tanaka was forced to quit by revealing his illegal money politics by a Japanese journalist. After that, many journalists reported many case of political corruptions.
On the other hand, this kind of journalism has dark side. Some journalists want to sell their articles, so some of them make untrue sensational stories. Therefore, American schools educate media literacy for children. Media literacy is an ability of objective and logical thinking for all kinds of media.
These days, a lot of journalist activate on the Internet. They are called “blogger”. This is a new type of journalism. I think American people leads this movement also, and this movement is spread out all over the world.
Why can the journalism be improved in the U.S? I think that the reason relates to their splits of state's founding. It means liberal democracy. They are very proud of it and they think the important thing is civilian power. Journalism is an aspect of this in the U.S. I thought about that while visiting at this museum.
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