The king Luksick

The situation of journalism today is complicated to explain. The media have many economic interests involved, which makes it impossible to deliver objective information. At the same time there is an editorial line that is too delimited between each medium that, at least in Chile, appears to be plural but actually biases the way of informing.
I like to think that in the future communications will be done in a different way. At least at the national level. There are many new people belonging to the new generations who would like to transform the situation of media concentration. Today the media belong to a few people, which in addition to making it a business, makes it something segregated. Canal 13 was recently purchased in its entirety by Andrónico Luksick, and now he is master of the Canal 13 open television signal as the 13C and REC TV pay channels, the 13.cl web portal, the T13, Play, Sonar radios and Oasis, in addition to cross-platform content and derivative business.
In addition, the contract establishes shareholdings for the UC in the event that, by 2020, TV Medios sells to a third party all or part of the channel, or if the company shows an increase in its equity value during that period.
Within the next steps, TV Medios will specify a capital increase of Canal 13 for close to $ 20,000 million. As explained by the general manager of TV Media, Rodrigo Terré, "these resources will allow the company to face the restructuring plan that is being executed and have the funds it needs to carry out its operation, in addition to reducing short-term debt" .
But in short, you can talk all day of the murky business that there is with the means of communication, but more than that you have to change them because you have to stop with the market.

The postgrade

Journalism has a lot of options to work and specialize. For the same reason, the universities have a wide range of offers for the postgraduate. Even though I've never thought about it, it's not a bad time to do it. The cultural area is one of my favorite topics, and I think in that area I could become professional. But at the same time I find myself doing political journalism, where I will need to do or specialize in investigative journalism. 

Anyway, this throws up several problems, and the biggest of all is this: any post grade is too expensive. How much is too expensive? since the journalism course of investigation directed by the great Maria Olivia Mönckeberg has a value of $ 1,444,896 for eight months of class, not counting the enrollment.

So, in addition to increasing job competition (because if you have a post-graduate or a magister you're supposed to be a better professional and that's not necessarily true), it's not affordable for a recent graduate. Well, but in the event that after graduating I have a stable job in a recognized environment where I pay well (impossible), the post degree I could choose is the one I mentioned above, where they teach you research methodologies, or the cultural media, criticism and book publishing. There obviously hehe learn everything about the parameters of editing and criticism.
education is kept in the hands of the market, where they can not access all. On the other hand, the forms of specialization do not vary much, beyond political journalism, the sports, the economic and the school of this university takes the deantera as cultural and critical specialization, which is one of the great failures of communication in the country.

I hate this semester

It is sad to think about the subject that I liked the most this year, because I have not even liked it. I've never had this in the years I've been in the university, but it is inevitable because the subjects that I have are depressing, especially radio (I hate radio). Anyway, if they made me choose the "less bad" subject that I have had this semester I would opt for Mass Culture. As classes are on Fridays at 2:30 p.m. I have to leave at 12:30 p.m. of my house, so I can wake up at 11 am and eat breakfast and be happy. First thing I like the subject jeje.
The classes consist of an exposition of the teacher (the wonderful Felipe Espinosa - equal to Oscar Wilde if he had not died young and handsome) of three hours. It sounds horrible, but it's not so bad. The topics are very interesting, explain us about communication at the mass level and how it can be manipulated. Also of what is the cultural industry and how films and bands (and everything in general) is made for sale within the framework of the capitalist economy. Cultural products become repetitions of an original and this causes them to lose value. I like the material because it is dynamic and very real because it is a thing that we can see in anyway. In the last test made us read the philosophers of life, and Marx, and Hegel and others, and I did very well lol I did not sleep last night, I like to work under pressure.

"If you study journalism you will be poor"

When I was a child all the people told me that I had to be an engineer or something like this.  I had so good marks in the school and the preparatory. All the people said me that ever, my family, my teachers, the parent's friends and really I only want to be one thing: a great journalist. Since I was a child I thinked that. I was always struck by the way of interviewing, was so interesting for my, like a dream. BUT when I said this, the people answer to me "WHAT? WHY?" I always remember when my commercial regulations’ teacher told me “If your study journalism you will be poor! You have to be a commercial engineer; you are so good for that”.

 And the true is that I liked the commercial regulations and I was so good for that, but was not mi pasion and really was boring jaja.
Anyway she was so happy when I told her that I was enrolled in the Universidad de Chile.

Journalism always was my first option cause I prefer informed that to be informed (like Garcia Marquez said), but I wanted to study other careers too. I remember that when I was so young I wanted to be a languages’ teacher.  I remember too that in a moment, a little moment of my life I wanted to be actress and astronomer (Yes, all the same time). But the love for the journalism was bigger.  

The university is so far of my house and my social environment. I have many companions that are so unpleasant, and the most of them have a lot of money (this is not a bad thing, but they are so “cuicos”). Fortunately, my bests friends are wonderful and we do all the works together  (to the rigth, Dannae and in the middle Pancho<3).    

Strangely, the people that supported me the most in my decision were my family. My mother is so proud of me and all in general. I’m the first university student in my family, and my block.  The funny thing is that they expect that I work in the TV, but I really love writing, and for the moment is the best thing that I do.

Pinocho's grandson

I don't know about what write because is a free topic and I don't know what to do when the freedom touch my life. So, I go to write about my best reporting story . This happened the last year, while I was taking the chronica course and interviewing with the Professor Faride Zerán (I love she so much). The teacher asked to do an interview in a public figure, and a few weeks ago I had been interested in the far-right nationalist political party "Republican Order Party My Country," so I wanted to write something related to that (and really is that it a exciting topic for a political issue.

 The first step was to contact the communications chief, Mr. Eduardo Toledo, the right-hand man of the party's president: the grandson of the dictator Augusto Pinochet Ugarte; Augusto Pinochet Molina.

I contacted him as a graduate (something very common in this career) and telling him that I worked for an online right-wing. I told him that I wanted to interview him, and when I did not hear him very interested, I said that I would like to be part of his organization. There the man became interested and immediately scheduled a meeting. 

This was in the party headquarters, and I went with my friend Francisco, who was supposed to be my cousin: Gustavo Inostroza (yes, we were so scared that we changed the name). We were greeted in an office with colonial decor with a giant photo of the dictator, and next to an image of the Virgin of Lourdes. When we sat down, and while they offered us drinks, I started this conversation with my "cousin":

-What a nice office, the chairs ...

-Yes, they are like the Tata's

At this, we could not laugh, we had to be serious, but we just wanted to laugh, get out of there and take off the tight formal clothes.

The interviewees were Eduardo Toledo, vice president, and the treasurer whose name I do not remember. He, in particular, was a recalcitrant rightist, who denied the dictatorship and spoke of communists as rats. The president, my target, was out of Santiago.

Throughout the interview, which lasted about two hours because it was entertaining to hear so much fallacy and ignorance of sources, the treasurer called him by phone, to which sounded a rather special tone: the hymn of the armed forces.

With Francisco we just wanted to go out and pee. Much pee. But the man did not shut up, nor did I keep silent, asking him why they were against abortion and in favor of the legalization of hard drugs.

Finally we left, with the promise to publish the content in the rightist medium and to be in contact to register in the party.

The weeks passed and I still did not use myself as a pure interview, because it was only the ideas that had taken its weight out of Pinochet's mouth, so I called Eduardo saying that the editor was asking me for testimony from the party president, that if he could give me the number. He give me his number, but this is other story.

My best holidays

I don't believe in the holidays, I think is so empty travel only in a part of the year, and the rest only work. BUT I can't escape of the society rules and I have to travel in this time. 

All my life I've been on vacation with my family. Before with my older brothers and now that they are old and married, with my little sister. We love to travel to the central coast, specifically to a beach called Loncura, which is next to Ventanas and Quintero. This beach is giant and beautiful, very wide and somewhat unknown, which is good because it never fills up jaja. 

In the past, we stayed in the rooms that an aunt, my grandfather's sister, was renting. They were very simple rooms, with a cabin and a double bed. There was a wall that led to a kitchen with dining room, where we had the best breakfasts with bread and butter. 

I do not know how many years we went to summer to that house until the lady came to give her inheritance in life and her children wanted to sell everything. After that they put in plans to fix that house and sell it and not accept anyone else in the rooms. I think the best year of the holiday was when I was little and I could sit on the patio. That courtyard was the most beautiful thing in life. A giant esplanade surrounded by beautiful plants, four types of creepers and flowers, a thousand flowers. One could get lost in the bushes, and I loved doing that and imagining it was one with the leaves (what a hippie thing and I hate hippies). Then he spent hours contemplating the beautiful garden in that corner house, Auntie Rosa reading the bible for the same hours sitting there. 

So if I was not on the beach meeting a new friend every day and swimming like fish in the waves with my one-piece pink suit and my 11-year-old little belly, I was in that garden with bees. The rest of the time was spent looking at her husband, my Uncle Max in his radiator workshop. Sometimes trucks would arrive and settle in the other yard and spend a couple of days there for the uncle to fix. He would climb and do his magic. He died years ago. 

The aunt now, after her children banished her, lives in Linares alone and says she is very happy. Aunue we know, that like all the nephews, very much misses much that patio and its nature.