"NPR: Googling As Journalism (Googling Is Now Journalism)."

Wife had on NPR. The "story" filed by some female roving correspondent was one about an actress who had died. The correspondent, in the process of idly googling, had come across the late actress singing a Sondheim song from Company. She had then, still idly googling (one imagines, face propped up on fist as she wanly chomps on a ham and cheese pastry) looked up other people singing the same song. She came across a Sondheim "masterclass" on an old South Bank Show. She went on with her googling and eventually found one of the composer of Hamilton doing the same song.

I was listening, waiting for her point. In fact, it transpired, the trail –– let us call it the "recent history"  in her browser –– was the entirety of the story. She and the NPR host gushed over her marvelous trail of googles as though it was a proper job completed, hard work done.

Is this to be journalism now? Aimless googling from one thing to another and points in-between? I recall googling Shaun Ryder on The Word years ago, and ending up watching Salvador Dali on What's My Line? Was this a great exclusive and I didn't realize it? Will NPR pay me to go off on googling odysseys, I wonder?

Dear NPR,
                 I can find amazing sites on Google comparatively effortlessly.
                 Just yesterday, idling through Youtube, I watched an episode of Runaround with the late Mike Reid, in which Charles Hawtrey showed up to ask the kids a question (which he systematically fudged). Please may I have a job?

                 Yours,

                   &c.
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