Distractions … Perty Pics … Again

Some of these pics were taken by my dad, who’s a tremendous photographer.

Thanks much!

Hugh Naylor

More coronavirus distraction … yet again

Some more Instagram pics by my dad, because everything else is awful:

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Coronavirus distraction — perty pics

Perty pics taken by my dad, an expert nature photographer

Here are more pretty pictures take by my father. He’s a legit nature photographer.

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Coronavirus, preparations, uncertainty, etc

I’m writing this to remind myself that at some point in the future, hopefully when we’re all clear of this coronavirus stuff, I’ll once again be able to laugh off my fears of a global takeover by chupacabra zombies.

I’ve come to Oregon to keep an eye on my parents. We’ve stocked up on food, water and medicine in case things go bad with this virus.

Some of my friends think this is extreme, that I’ve suddenly built a bunker in the woods stocked with shelves of refried beans and thousands of those metallic packets containing astronaut ice cream. In all seriousness, my parents are old, and this virus has taken a particularly heavy toll on old people, so I wanna be around in case … god forbid.

Moreover, based on initial numbers from what we know about its spread, the new virus is possibly more lethal than the Spanish flu of 1918/19. The latter killed tens of millions of people, more than all those who died during the First World War. I’m also troubled by the vulnerability of our supply chains coming out of China, where manufacturing has slowed dramatically because of the country’s clampdown to stop the spread of coronavirus. It seems possible that basic goods we take for granted — goods that magically appear on the shelves of Walmart and Home Depot — might soon not be there.

Lord knows America would be nothing without its hyper-consumerist Walmarts.

So, anyway, given that so many of us can work from home, it just makes sense to do so from Oregon at the moment, I think. Talk about the luxuries of the White Collar Man. And I might very well look back at this post one day and laugh, thinking how much I overreacted. I hope that’s the case, but I don’t wanna take any chances. I’m also readying for the chupacabra zombies …

Yikes!

Best, Hugh

Oh, I’m leaving a lovely picture of an Oregon sunset. It’s perty:

Follow my dad on Instagram, @hughnaylor3

I’m doing some marketing for my dad here. Yeah, it’s shameless, but it’s just that he’s such a wonderful nature photographer. Really, he is. He’s been at it for over 50 years now, and his feed never ceases to surprise me. (I’m Hugh Edward Naylor IV, and he’s the III, by the way. It sounds regal, yes, but it’s actually not. Just a bunch of hillbillies who’ve kept the naming going for far too long …)

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OMG Bitcoin is dropping rapidly! (Well, guess what? This is totes normal. Get a drink)

If you’re like me, and you’re probably not, then you’re watching the price of bitcoin fluctuate … wildly. Lots of people have gotten into the crypto game in recent years, and when they see the huge price swings that bitcoin regularly goes through, they FREAK OUT. And so they make impulsive decisions at, like, a $400 drop in a cupla days, pulling out all their cash.

Well, I’m here to say, big deal. Happens all the time. Don’t freak out.

This isn’t the stock market, people. So don’t project your S&P angst on the crypto-asset market. They’re apples and oranges, cats and dogs, humans and chimpanzees, Oscars and AVNs … NOT EQUIVALENTS.

Huge price swings are normal in the crypto market, a result of fixed(ish)-supply assets and shifting demand. I won’t get into the details, but many cryptocurrencies — and especially bitcoin —have built-in mechanisms that absolutely limit supply … like, there will only ever be 21 million bitcoin ever mined into the supply. No less. No more. That’s it. There will only ever be 21 million — period. Get it? (It’s the opposite of the Fed, by the way, which prints money whenever the heck it wants and, in turn, gradually impoverishes you with inflation.)

Again, it’s technical, but just remember that bitcoin’s supply is so fixed that almost any change in demand for it will result in what comes across as exaggerated price swings. CATCH YOUR BREATH. MEDITATE. GET A FACIAL.

This is normal.

So, what does this mean? Well, don’t throw all your money in bitcoin. Not anywhere close to your life savings, please. But maybe a small percentage of your portfolio, like three percent or something (or more, if you’re willing to incur more risk/uncertainty). Talk to a crypto-savvy investment advisor. I’m not one, by the way … just a dude who reads like a Rain Man who’s incapable of memorizing a phone book.

Long term, bitcoin has been one of the best, if not the best, performing asset in history. That’s not exaggeration. It’ll dip, swing, swoon and freak you the fu#* out, but you should respond to this like one of those Buckingham Palace guards with the tubular hats who can’t move even when he gets kicked in the naughty bits by ornery boys or flashed by creepy men.

Just get a drink. Kick back. And see the fluctuation for what it is — bitcoin, an asset that is owned by no one, controlled by no one one, truly free money, is working. How amazing.

As for boning up on your bitcoin knowledge, well …

don’t read this crypto advice. It’s stupid, and it’s from me, from a long time ago, when I understood little of how bitcoin works. For shame. I’m a monster.

No, instead, read these for more background info on how bitcoin works, why it was created, etc:

The Cryptocurrency

Age Of Cryptocurrency

Thanks much, Hugh

Fallujah

I’ve got more substantive posts in the pipeline. For the time being, here’s a pic I took on the outskirts of Fallujah, when Iraqi security forces drove Islamic State militants out of the city.

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Beirut is beautiful

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Downtown #Beirut

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Just posting this picture of Beirut. Despite the recent turbulence, it’s worth reminding just how wonderful a city it is. I hope for a return of peace and prosperity so that you can visit.

Thanks, Hugh

Australia, the Middle East and Climate Change

By Hugh Naylor

This isn’t much of a post. It’s more quick-hit musings on a topic that scares me, that scares lots of people, that should scare everyone.

Those apocalyptic fires in Australia make me think of … the Middle East. This part of world isn’t known for lush forests, so fires, apart from little Lebanon, haven’t been much of a thing. Which alarms me even more, because the effects of global warming have nevertheless started taking a particularly pronounced toll on the region.

I can’t help think that the recent surge of protests in Iraq, Iran and Lebanon has something to do with climate change. Yes, on the face of it, we see protesters angered by the gangsters and kleptocrats who’ve not done such a great job at governance. Underneath this, though, has been a steady accumulation of stories over the years about drying reservoirs, worsening power blackouts and scorching heat waves, along with simmering frustrations over an inability of local officials to address these issues. (Oh, and don’t forget the mounting demands from rapidly growing populations.)  

I don’t think these protests, sadly, will deliver the hoped-for – and deserved – governance that these noble demonstrators demand. I think we’ll see more of these protests, yes, but they’ll eventually hatch … ugh … I don’t even want say it because it’s so depressing.

The story that alarmed me most during my ten years in the Middle East wasn’t about the civil wars and failed revolutions. It was an article I wrote from Iraq in 2016 about record temperatures and how the country effectively shut down as a result. Iraq is hot, yes. But this was next-level hot. Even ISIS fighters found it too hot to do their thing and continue mass murdering. We’re talking the hottest recorded temperatures – ever – in the Eastern Hemisphere.

I remember interviewing a UNDP official about the heat wave, and he ever so casually threw out the term “civilizational collapse.” It was so shocking when I heard it that I didn’t include it in my article. I feared coming across as sensational, but looking back, I should have put it in there.

We’re all gonna be royally screwed by our warming climate, some regions more than others. I came away from that visit to Iraq feeling sick to my stomach, with images in my mind’s eye of collapsing Middle Eastern cities and abandoned villages, Europe-bound refugee boats numbering in the thousands, famine and, yes, more war.

Damn, I sound pessimistic. But it was just so hot. And it wasn’t just the heat. Down south, in the city of Basra, humidity was so intense that you essentially couldn’t sweat away the sizzling temperatures. So, if you didn’t have air conditioning, you boiled on the inside.

Anyway, here are a few articles from that trip to Iraq. They might be of interest as you read about Australia and what will certainly be more horrific evidence of the depressing future that awaits us:

  1. An epic Middle East heat wave could be global warming’s hellish curtain-raiser
  2. In the broiling heat, boys in Baghdad rush to the Tigris for relief
  3. Iraq is boiling in unprecedented heat. Here’s how locals are trying to cope.
  4. Snapchat Story: Scenes from Baghdad’s sweltering heat wave

Bummer.

Thanks, Hugh

Tips for Freelancing in War Zones

By Hugh Naylor

This is a post about how to freelance in war zones, with quick tips further down.

What follows probably isn’t what you’d expect from a blog post about freelancers, so hear me out.

The Middle East in particular nowadays can be a dangerous place for journalists, and recent events involving Uncle Sam and its regional archnemesis, Iran, appear to have made reporting there even more perilous. Demand for news from the region has been intense, even in our Donald Trump-obsessed media environment. In recent years, we’ve seen the horrific consequences facing journalists who’ve braved places like Syria. I’m talking about, of course, the kidnappings and even beheadings. There’s one thing the unfortunate souls who’ve vanished forever or ended up making cameos in murder-porn videos released by the Islamic State tended to have had in common with each other.

They worked as freelancers.  

Freelancing is probably more prevalent than you realize. Yes, we’ve all heard about the down-and-out freelancer roaming conflict zones, living hand-to-mouth, hopping from gig to gig, paid $150 an article by some digital-native publication.

But there’s more to it.

You see, news organizations have gotten creative with their cost-cutting over the last decade and a half, after the decimation of ad-revenue models by tech monopolies like Facebook and Google. These outlets, including the world’s most prominent newspapers, have designed a number of their their foreign-correspondent positions with efficiency in mind. What I’m referring to here is the position of the glorified freelancer.

Now, the glorified freelancer doesn’t look like a freelancer. This breed of journalist works full time for a particular outlet covering hot spots like Syria or the Israel-Palestinian conflict or wherever. They wear the fancy titles: Middle East Correspondent for Whatever Newspaper, but such positions have been gutted of benefits. The glorified freelancer isn’t an employee, you see, but they work like one. They don’t have company healthcare. They don’t have a 401k. They don’t have access to unions and the associated collective-bargaining perks, meaning that glorified freelancers are typically paid well below an actual employee.   

This isn’t some quirk in the system. It’s deliberate. These positions have been designed as bare-bones hustle machines by editors, and these editors ask the journalists who assume such positions to cover some of the most violent conflicts of our time (i.e. Middle East stuff). I’m not going to get into all the reasons why this is not only incredibly unethical but also a possible violation of federal labor laws (because full-time freelancing like this is, well, an oxymoron).

Let me also note that when you’re a glorified freelancer, the work is steadier. You get a salary (albeit one that’s far lower than your employee colleagues). But lots of the problems facing pure freelancers also dog the glorified freelancer. Your editor can cut you loose you on a whim — no problem. If your editor is homophobic, then the gay glorified freelancer risks having his gig suddenly swept out from under him. If you’re suddenly pregnant, well, don’t hope for good will from your editors. (In fact, if you want to know how new organizations treat pregnant glorified freelancers, I suggest you follow up with The Washington Post. You’ll be in for a surprise.)  

OK, so here’s the point of this blog post. I’ve reported from dangerous places in all the ways that news organizations have tinkered with infusing correspondent positions with the benefits-free attributes of freelancing. I was a pure freelancer with The New York Times in pre-civil war Syria. I was a glorified freelancer with a newspaper called The National, covering the civil war in Syria, along with two wars in Gaza and the revolution in Egypt. And again, with The Washington Post, I reported as glorified freelancer from places like Yemen and Iraq.

And what did I learn from these experiences? Approach your editors with skepticism. Don’t expect them to have your best interests at heart because, I’m sorry to say, they probably don’t. Think of yourself first. If you’re going to report on wars and revolutions, then you — and you alone — need to make sure your proverbial behind is covered. If you’re an aspiring conflict reporter or one who’s already out in the field, treading the waters of whatever form of freelancing you’re mired in, then here’s a few tips to help you navigate along the way:

1. Get War-zone Insurance

Folks, this is essential. If you find yourself wounded by one of Bashar al-Assad’s carpet bombings, it’s a safe bet your normal healthcare plan won’t cover you. Your insurer will probably tell you your policy doesn’t cover war zones … for all the obvious reasons. So if you’re all but bleeding out in the field, then you might be on your own. Perhaps whatever outlet you’re freelancing for will chip in and help you pay the cost for recovering from your amputated leg or badly burned arms, but don’t count on it. Demand your editors pay for war-zone coverage in advance of the wars you cover. If they refuse, well, then you know you shouldn’t be freelancing for them. Never incur unnecessary risks to accommodate an editor. And believe me, I know for a fact that editors these days can be all too ready to have you incur such risks for them, including your very life, despite the no-strings-attached arrangements they put you on. I’ve had editors toss me into war zones without war-zone insurance, including in Syria in 2012, where I got bombed in my underwear and had a rebel put a pistol to my forehead. Don’t be like me.

2. Get a Flak Jacket and Helmet

Look, if it’s a direct hit, you’re probably a goner. But if it’s not, shrapnel can still slice through you from meters away. Your flak jacket offers added protection from this, and your helmet, too. They’re heavy. When wearing an armor-plated jacket, you sweat like you’re in a Turkish bath. All that said, you need both. And even if you’re a freelancer, your news outlet should pay for these essentials. So ask your editor. No, demand this from your editor. And if he or she says no, then, once again, it’s not worth the risk. Note that getting your flak and helmet in order might seem like an obvious thing to do, but I’ve seen countless journalists running around the bombed-out wreckage of Aleppo and Gaza City without them. Don’t be like them. 

3. Make Sure You Have the Means for Therapy

Odds are, if you’re in a war zone, you’re gonna get traumatized. You’re likely to see violent death. You’re likely to see horrendous suffering. Even the stories told by those who are suffering in war zones impact you. I’ll never forget interviewing a father whose son was decapitated by an Israeli airstrike. The kid was dead and buried by the time I interviewed his dad, but it got to me. For years, that kid — a kid who I never met — featured prominently in my nightmares. But here’s the thing: therapy works. And your news outlet should make it abundantly clear to you that in return for trudging into the depths of hell, they’ll pay for therapy. They should make it an option before you even enter a war zone. If they don’t, then demand it. You’re the one who’s putting the proverbial neck on the line, not them.

4. Demand, Demand, Demand

Again, don’t be shy. Tell your editors what you want. Scream it atop roofs. Make it abundantly clear that because you’re risking it all, you demand certain perks. If you find yourself in a glorified freelancer gig with a newspaper, then demand they hand over an extra $8,000 in cash, in addition to your salary, for half-decent healthcare. Don’t listen to their excuses for why they won’t do this. After all, if you’re a glorified freelancer, this boils down to your news organization freeloading off your labor. There shouldn’t be such a thing as a glorified freelancer, but alas, in this day and age, when the gig economy has overtaken the media industry as thoroughly as it has, it happens. So you have to ask yourself whether you want to expose yourself to extreme violence for a news organization that thinks you’re good enough to die on some battlefield but not worthy of healthcare and a 401k. Sorry, but editors think this way, even if they don’t outright tell you it. So tell your editors you want things: more money, more time off, therapy, whatever. If they don’t like this, then that’s their problem. You’re not a charity. You’re performing a service that’s worthy of solid compensation (especially if you’re in conflict zone).

Just don’t be a fool and think editors will have your back. This isn’t 1995, when news outlets had fattened-enough budgets to care. We’re in the gig economy, folks, and your interests — your life — must take priority over the guys sitting at their desks, safe in the newsroom. 

OK, that’s all for now. More to come!