"Oh I forgot about this."
30th June 11
Me.
Viv Hates Blogs
And so does God, but the God Hates Blogs URL was already taken.
On Keeping a Notebook
2nd May 11
Last night, I ran into the streets with about several thousand other people in Boston in a burst of patriotism I didn’t know I had inside me. I had every indication of going out there as an American citizen who has had the specter of Osama bin Laden hanging in the background for almost half her life. But within a couple minutes, I started feeling agitated being in a crowd of that size without a notebook and pen in hand.
Luckily, the crowd was heading in the direction of Kenmore Square, so I forced my way into the Daily Free Press newsroom to get what I needed. Unfortunately, the entire office had cleared out to cover the wild rumpus outside, and all the staffers had taken their notebooks with them. After seriously considering for a half second stealing what I believed to be someone’s poli sci class notebook, I made my way back to the editor’s office and dug through my old desk. Lo and behold, a notebook.
Running to join the crowd, I flipped through the pages and realized it was actually MY notebook. The FreeP office has swallowed a bunch of notebooks since I first started reporting and editing as a freshman, and I thought at first that it definitely could have been a possibility, as the handwriting looked like mine, and the notes looked like notes I took on certain stories. But it didn’t hit me that it was my notebook until I saw this:
Yeeeep. That’s definitely mine. I’m a child.
2nd May 11
This pretty much sums it up. The view at Times Square, courtesy of the New York Times.
29th April 11
Best photo bomb ever. Rock on, angry little girl.
12th April 11
New Poll Shows That Americans Hate Everyone:
Yeah that sounds about right.
(Source: motherjones)
7th April 11
I realized today that I will never be as cool as Hunter S. Thompson. I’m half upset, half pretty OK about that — I mean, can anyone really be as cool as Hunter S. Thompson?
(Source: Guardian)
"Rebecca Black will probably soon hate Fridays, just as Robin Scherbatsky hates malls."
21st March 11
(Source: aleeruiz)
9th March 11
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
In my last Literature of Journalism class, we talked about the terrible affirmation noises print journalists make to encourage their sources to continue during an interview. If you ever had the (mis)fortune of listening in on a print journo interview, it’s just a whole lot of “mhm,” “interesting,” “mm,” “oh wow,” “oo,” “mhm,” “mhm,” “mhm” — over and over and over again.
These journo noises became especially apparent to me when I started taking a radio class this semester. I can’t even begin to tell you how many great sound bytes I had to trash because I felt the need to make some inane “mhm” noise.
But the other day, I was editing some sound and came upon a noise I had never heard before. Less than a second long, this piercing shrill scream blasted its way into a perfectly usable sound byte. It baffled me. I kept playing that track back, jumping as that demon cry kicked at my eardrums. Did I drop my mic? Did a fire truck go by? Was there a car accident I just didn’t notice?
Alas, no. No, no, no. Eventually I had to face the facts. Somewhere between “mhm” and “oh that’s nice,” I conjured up that terrible, otherworldly squeal of a sound. Pulling from the very depths of my soul, I managed to create a sound that can only be described as the sound unicorns make when they die.
And that is how journo noises killed the radio star.
9th March 11
About this wanting to be a reporter, don’t ever change your mind. It may not be the oldest profession, but it’s the best.
(Source: igilmore)
