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aruanSciFi is rerunning the first episode of The X-Files I ever saw. I remember sitting on the floor in front of the television and being quite frightened as the El Chupacabra had just made news in Miami, where a whole slew of goats had been found exanguinated a couple of weeks ago. No lie.
Today was just as crazy as I'd predicted. Early class, copy editing test for the Miami Herald (which went swimmingly, I add with no small measure of pride), ran home to change and grab a bite, ran to the Reitz, ran into Miranda (though less literally), attended a journalism conference.
Blogging and entertainment journalism were the afternoon panels, and I got a word in with writer for New York Magazine and editor of Gawker, Elizabeth Spiers, about celebrities and how they treat journalists outside the interview setting. According to her, most of them are very personable and willing to talk whether it's on or off the record. Especially when that person is Alec Baldwin, who allegedly questioned her about what it means to feel gay but sleep with women. You don't have any idea how hard I had to bite my tongue the entire time she was talking not to ask the obvious questions, especially after she opened the door to the topic. 'She's a professional journalist, and I am not fourteen' was pretty much the mantra.
Someone scribbled over the bus stop sign at the Union station so 'Frat' is now 'Brat' Row. Teehee.
Got a call from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
giddyupnow during work. She tells me we're not going to Vegas until late on the 20th (we were supposed to spend the entire day there.) I pout a little - until she tells me it's because she got us Wayne Brady tickets. Assuming the Friday show at the Los Angeles HOB is still on, that's five straight days of Chasez. How did I ever get so lucky?
Found out another one of my real life acquaintances has a LiveJournal. Huh. My thing is, I don't advertise (or hide) that I'm into *NSYNC or fanfiction in real life, but I like to think of my journal and the world at large as church and state. I say things here I wouldn't necessarily do so to just anyone in real life (if I hadn't met him/her through fandom). Opening my journal to y'all doesn't freak me out at all, but real life people I'm not close enough to admit to, say, writing about popstars sleeping with each other, andbythewaythey'reallboys, for example, who could potentially embarrass me with it or use it against me, intentionally or not? So, yeah, I've been coming to understand the friendslocking one or the other kind of posts.
Even if I take five nothing but journalism classes for the next two semesters, I'm not going to graduate on time. It's... a relief to be able to say it and have it be okay because I like it here. I like having found my niche, feeling like I'm working toward something.
Oh, and GIPpittyGIP, from the generouspowrhug. In retrospect, I really shouldn't have been surprised at the results of that most frequent words meme.
Picture of the Day:
From the desktop of one of the computers at work. Which also has two miscellaneous pictures of Lance saved in the My Documents folder. Must track this coworker down.
Today was just as crazy as I'd predicted. Early class, copy editing test for the Miami Herald (which went swimmingly, I add with no small measure of pride), ran home to change and grab a bite, ran to the Reitz, ran into Miranda (though less literally), attended a journalism conference.
Blogging and entertainment journalism were the afternoon panels, and I got a word in with writer for New York Magazine and editor of Gawker, Elizabeth Spiers, about celebrities and how they treat journalists outside the interview setting. According to her, most of them are very personable and willing to talk whether it's on or off the record. Especially when that person is Alec Baldwin, who allegedly questioned her about what it means to feel gay but sleep with women. You don't have any idea how hard I had to bite my tongue the entire time she was talking not to ask the obvious questions, especially after she opened the door to the topic. 'She's a professional journalist, and I am not fourteen' was pretty much the mantra.
Someone scribbled over the bus stop sign at the Union station so 'Frat' is now 'Brat' Row. Teehee.
Got a call from
giddyupnow during work. She tells me we're not going to Vegas until late on the 20th (we were supposed to spend the entire day there.) I pout a little - until she tells me it's because she got us Wayne Brady tickets. Assuming the Friday show at the Los Angeles HOB is still on, that's five straight days of Chasez. How did I ever get so lucky?Found out another one of my real life acquaintances has a LiveJournal. Huh. My thing is, I don't advertise (or hide) that I'm into *NSYNC or fanfiction in real life, but I like to think of my journal and the world at large as church and state. I say things here I wouldn't necessarily do so to just anyone in real life (if I hadn't met him/her through fandom). Opening my journal to y'all doesn't freak me out at all, but real life people I'm not close enough to admit to, say, writing about popstars sleeping with each other, andbythewaythey'reallboys, for example, who could potentially embarrass me with it or use it against me, intentionally or not? So, yeah, I've been coming to understand the friendslocking one or the other kind of posts.
Even if I take five nothing but journalism classes for the next two semesters, I'm not going to graduate on time. It's... a relief to be able to say it and have it be okay because I like it here. I like having found my niche, feeling like I'm working toward something.
Oh, and GIPpittyGIP, from the generous
powrhug. In retrospect, I really shouldn't have been surprised at the results of that most frequent words meme.Picture of the Day:
From the desktop of one of the computers at work. Which also has two miscellaneous pictures of Lance saved in the My Documents folder. Must track this coworker down.
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Date: April 3rd, 2004 10:45 pm (UTC)am turning green with envycan't wait to live vicariously through you. :)Earlier this year, I took the helm of our national collegiate journalism program at work, so my interest in all things journalistic has increased markedly. Could you tell me more about the conference you attended?
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Date: April 4th, 2004 03:46 pm (UTC)Dude, that sounds so interesting. I don't think I know where you work/what you do. The conference was my university's third annual Symposium on Converged Journalism. They arrange for professionals from all over the field to come to the university and hold panels/review resumes/network with interested students. There were panels on the interworkings of online/print/broadcast journalism and photojournalism in a war zone, but I couldn't attend either because I was in class, then taking the test for the Herald, but I did do the afternoon panels, blogging and journalism and entertainment journalism. Basically, there were three "experts" and a moderator who spoke about their experiences, then answered questions. I had a lovely time, and a nice chat with Elizabeth afterward, which was cool.
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Date: April 10th, 2004 01:15 am (UTC)Thanks for the info on the conference. I left you another post tonight about what I do. :) As for the Miami Herald, funny you should mention them... we had an interesting experience (http://www.newtimesbpb.com/issues/2003-05-29/strouse.html) with them last year.