Sunday, July 20, 2008
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.
Saturday, May 31, 2008
wel red
Went to a used book store today and purchased 5 great books for $7. Crazy cheap.
Classics too. The kind you always tell yourself you're gonna read, but never do because you figure they will always be in print, available for purchase..
Look out D.H. Lawrence, you're first on the hit list.
Drove past a store today with excellent poster in the window and stopped in determined to buy something to decorate my barren white bedroom walls.
Payed $5 for a great Dylan poster, only to get home, unroll it, and discover a Star of David Pink Floyd poster.
Odd combination, no?
I will return it on Monday.
Religious symbology, mushrooms and over-rated music don't make for an aesthetically pleasing poster.
(Picture: drove past a beautiful cemetery with ancient pines--couldn't pass it up. Some people think it's macabre, but in a lot of places, cemeteries are the closet things to parks for miles and miles...This, of course is not the case here, where there are parks a'plenty)
Classics too. The kind you always tell yourself you're gonna read, but never do because you figure they will always be in print, available for purchase..
Look out D.H. Lawrence, you're first on the hit list.
Drove past a store today with excellent poster in the window and stopped in determined to buy something to decorate my barren white bedroom walls.
Payed $5 for a great Dylan poster, only to get home, unroll it, and discover a Star of David Pink Floyd poster.
Odd combination, no?
I will return it on Monday.
Religious symbology, mushrooms and over-rated music don't make for an aesthetically pleasing poster.
(Picture: drove past a beautiful cemetery with ancient pines--couldn't pass it up. Some people think it's macabre, but in a lot of places, cemeteries are the closet things to parks for miles and miles...This, of course is not the case here, where there are parks a'plenty)
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Home sweet bone
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Chilly like a willy up here
Went out today to interview a dude who makes $15,000 horse saddles out of carbon fiber and about lost it when we were talking about who I needed to speak to in the interview, and he says:
"You wanna do me? Well I want you to do my wife too... Okay then, you do me first then go in the back and do my wife, okay."
Four years of academic training couldn't help me there....
In other news, I got promoted today from an intern to a "full-time, primo reporter."
Interning for 3 days was about long enough I guess.
They better pay up though.
I rather enjoy the structured isolation that a cubicle offers. It's not as bad as people say it is.
"You wanna do me? Well I want you to do my wife too... Okay then, you do me first then go in the back and do my wife, okay."
Four years of academic training couldn't help me there....
In other news, I got promoted today from an intern to a "full-time, primo reporter."
Interning for 3 days was about long enough I guess.
They better pay up though.
I rather enjoy the structured isolation that a cubicle offers. It's not as bad as people say it is.
Monday, May 19, 2008
Sunday, May 18, 2008
"Who ever heard of a bi-cycle?"
Saturday, May 17, 2008
The Drive
Ten hour drive:
Sore butt and back
Too much gas
Beautiful scenery, especial between Missoula and Coeur d'Alene...the highlight was when a huge bald eagle flew right next to my car for like, 20 seconds.
Amurica!
But seriously, it was cool.
I have a new best friend. His name is Chompers, and he is a two-week-old golden retriever that lives with me(pictures to come soon).
It was a bug genocide:
I stopped to pee and thought it was a nice mountain worth taking a picture of. :|
Sore butt and back
Too much gas
Beautiful scenery, especial between Missoula and Coeur d'Alene...the highlight was when a huge bald eagle flew right next to my car for like, 20 seconds.
Amurica!
But seriously, it was cool.
I have a new best friend. His name is Chompers, and he is a two-week-old golden retriever that lives with me(pictures to come soon).
It was a bug genocide:
I stopped to pee and thought it was a nice mountain worth taking a picture of. :|
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Getting Ready
I've begun deciding what I need to take.
...Clothes mostly
I went to the barber and requested a devil's haircut, and now I look like a 12-year-old boy.
It's going to be a 12 hour drive to a town where I don't know a single person.
Living with a woman I don't know for 3 months.
I think I'll play the "Cheers" theme song the entire way up.
My friends are going to places like France and Africa.
Man, will they be jealous!
...Clothes mostly
I went to the barber and requested a devil's haircut, and now I look like a 12-year-old boy.
It's going to be a 12 hour drive to a town where I don't know a single person.
Living with a woman I don't know for 3 months.
I think I'll play the "Cheers" theme song the entire way up.
My friends are going to places like France and Africa.
Man, will they be jealous!
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