Monday, August 11, 2008
Film session
I knew it right after I watched Shattered Glass, the film based on the real-life events of disgraced journalist Stephen Glass and his plagiarist exploits at the New Republic .I love movies about journalism.
I love to see how other reporters go about their jobs. When I got into the game, I was pretty much going for what I knew. I was the lone ranger, a maverick cubby navigating an endless stream of people, places, games, events and editors whom I wanted to please. For the most part I just wanted to get it right.
In some ways that hasn't changed. I still feel like I am in this alone, but films about journalism provide an accurate picture of that loneliness. That's me on screen, if only for 120 minutes. Quite often, that's more than enough. But sometimes I just want to talk to real reporters and ask, "How did you get this story?"
Or I could just pop in Absence of Malice.
So yo, what's your favorite journalism movie?
Labels: faux disaster reporting, for journalism's sake, me-myself-and-I
continue...Thursday, June 05, 2008
Love's in need of love, just not today...
(*queues the music)Good morn or evening friends / Here's your friendly announcer / I have
serious news to pass on to every-body / What I'm about to say (won't) mean the world's disaster / (And won't) change your joy and laughter to tears and pain. - Stevie Wonder, Love's in Need of Love Today (Love-less Remix)
Aaron IS and has been just fine being single.
(*gasps)
I know. It's hard to believe, right?
Somehow people around me think that romantic relationships are what validate your existence on this planet. And I'm sorry to report...I'm just not convinced of that.
Journalism. That's what validates me right now. (Cheesy, I know.) I've just recieved a degree in it. I've got to put every ounce of my energy into jump-starting my career (which I, too, take seriously, Vandy).
And when I go home, I don't down myself because of the extra space in my IKEA bed. In fact, I think I'm pretty damn lucky that nothing (and no one) is distracting from what I'm trying to do right now.
No. I don't need someone telling me I'm too busy for them. I don't need someone angry at me because I had to go out and cover something, unexpectedly. I don't need someone disappointed when I come home and I all want to do sleep and NOT talk, especially not on the phone.
In other words...GET OFF MY BACK ABOUT IT!
Is there something wrong with that? Should I desire cohabitation right now?
Labels: journalism, love, me-myself-and-I, relationships
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