Monday, June 30, 2008
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Good day
Today was a good day.
I got to work and was told I had to go cover the opening of the athlete's village for the Coeur d'Alene Ironman( a world renowned event).
"ugh." I thought.
I go check it out and it's a huge ordeal with circus tents, video boards, thousands of people, new car and trucks on platforms, and other intimidating stuff.
I walked around it 3 times, sat on a bench and thought about how much I didn't want to walk up to complete strangers and ask them what they thought about the spectacle... about how much I didn't want to track down the person in charge. I contemplated leaving and secretly packing my things to run away.
I thought about how I didn't want to be a journalist. About how I'd waisted my college career studying something that I didn't want to pursue professionally.
Then I grew a pair, said "fuck it" and started talking to people about everything. Not just the "village" but about ironman races and the mentality required to run a marathon, swim 3 miles and bike 112 in one day.
Then I got back to the office with 10 pages of scribble, AKA "notes" and again, became overwhelmed.
But I got in the zone and wrote-- if I may say-- a pretty damn good article full of vivid descriptions and subtle humor.
"Good," I though. " I'm done for the day."
Wrong.
My boss brings me a press release about the local police arresting and jailing the wrong Martha Williams. I had to get on the horn and call the police, county sheriff dept, county courts, local jail, prosecutors, attorneys, store-owners, and family member of the wrongly-arrested and write a story lickety-split. AND argue with a local police Sgt. until she released the mug-shot to me so the paper could run it.
It turned out good. I was done by 4 p.m. People in the office gave me props and I left early to wash my car.
If I meet my future wife tonight my confidence will balloon to epic proportions.
wish me luck.
-rye
I got to work and was told I had to go cover the opening of the athlete's village for the Coeur d'Alene Ironman( a world renowned event).
"ugh." I thought.
I go check it out and it's a huge ordeal with circus tents, video boards, thousands of people, new car and trucks on platforms, and other intimidating stuff.
I walked around it 3 times, sat on a bench and thought about how much I didn't want to walk up to complete strangers and ask them what they thought about the spectacle... about how much I didn't want to track down the person in charge. I contemplated leaving and secretly packing my things to run away.
I thought about how I didn't want to be a journalist. About how I'd waisted my college career studying something that I didn't want to pursue professionally.
Then I grew a pair, said "fuck it" and started talking to people about everything. Not just the "village" but about ironman races and the mentality required to run a marathon, swim 3 miles and bike 112 in one day.
Then I got back to the office with 10 pages of scribble, AKA "notes" and again, became overwhelmed.
But I got in the zone and wrote-- if I may say-- a pretty damn good article full of vivid descriptions and subtle humor.
"Good," I though. " I'm done for the day."
Wrong.
My boss brings me a press release about the local police arresting and jailing the wrong Martha Williams. I had to get on the horn and call the police, county sheriff dept, county courts, local jail, prosecutors, attorneys, store-owners, and family member of the wrongly-arrested and write a story lickety-split. AND argue with a local police Sgt. until she released the mug-shot to me so the paper could run it.
It turned out good. I was done by 4 p.m. People in the office gave me props and I left early to wash my car.
If I meet my future wife tonight my confidence will balloon to epic proportions.
wish me luck.
-rye
Monday, June 16, 2008
Trend alert
A fresh shave is the new stubble.
Goggles are the new Wayfarer.
AirJordans are the new Chuck Taylors.
Parachute pants are the new cut-off jean, bicycle chique shorts.
Short hair is the new long.
Aerosmith is the new Devendra Banhart.
lame is the new hip.
mark my words.
urban outfitters will be all over it by fall.
Goggles are the new Wayfarer.
AirJordans are the new Chuck Taylors.
Parachute pants are the new cut-off jean, bicycle chique shorts.
Short hair is the new long.
Aerosmith is the new Devendra Banhart.
lame is the new hip.
mark my words.
urban outfitters will be all over it by fall.
Sunday, June 8, 2008
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Things younger than John McCain:
Automatic transmission
Bob Dylan
the Margarita
Preparation H
Nachos
Snow White and the 7 Dwarfs
The zip code
YOU
In other news, I'm going to Belize. Thank God.
However, I couldn't work on my base-tan because it's been cold and rainy in Northern Idaho.
Maybe I'll go to a tanning salon tomorrow night. Yeah, that's a good idea.
Bob Dylan
the Margarita
Preparation H
Nachos
Snow White and the 7 Dwarfs
The zip code
YOU
In other news, I'm going to Belize. Thank God.
However, I couldn't work on my base-tan because it's been cold and rainy in Northern Idaho.
Maybe I'll go to a tanning salon tomorrow night. Yeah, that's a good idea.
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Barack 'n' roll-- Si se puedo cambiar
Don't know if you saw his victory speech last night, but his level of class and respect towards Clinton was truly inspiring. Finally, change will come to this wounded nation. I'm not sure what people felt like when Kennedy got the democratic nod, but my generation is ecstatic and confident in Obama's ability to lead.
"Let us begin the work together," Obama said. "Let us begin to chart a new course for America."
Sign me up B-O. I'm ready to rock.
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