Tuesday, September 20, 2005

pictures!

As promised, here are pictures of the first half of the first week. I just got internet, and life is good again. :)


** sign in Heathrow


** Big Ben and Clock Tower with London Eye in the background.


** my rolling chair does not roll. :(


** "red beer" -- black currant concentrate, Strongbow and Grolsch.


** amusement.


** easily amused.


** ?!??!?! if anyone knows what this means, please let me know.


** a public service announcement provided by Britain.


** saw this one as my friend smokes his second Marlboro Menthol of the night.


** on the central line Tube to IKEA ... Matt, Cassie and Kate.


** the IKEA hamper I bought in the kids' department! :)


** the alarm clock didn't have a time because when I bought this at IKEA, I also bought the wrong size batteries, so now I have a whole box of AA IKEA brand batteries. Perfect.

It's 4:02 a.m. GMT. Kelly Clarkson is playing the background. I have to get up at 8:30 in the morning, so I will go now. Hope y'all enjoyed the pictures. :)

Sunday, September 18, 2005

the GMT

Oh, man. I'm sitting in terminal 8 of the internet cafe around the corner, contemplating whether I should get a sim card now or later and how much I really need to use my cell phone. Scattered around me are my newest acquisitions from IKEA, my second trip ever. And what a journey to IKEA it has been. Let me put it this way. QMUL is in the east part of London. The IKEA we went to is in Neasden, which in northwest part of London. The Tube ride was fine, but the walking reminded me of freshman year at USC without a car and having to walk or take the metro everywhere. Especially memorable is the trip to Bed, Bath and Beyond at the Beverly Center, lugging pots and pans, knives, flatware .... basically everything I ever could need for my sophomore year apartment.

This time, I'm smarter. I leave IKEA with one bag and a bright green hamper with a pink flower lid!!! :) Oh, you know there will be pictures soon of my awesome amazing hamper.

But. The prize buy of the day is my clip-on alarm clock with 5-minute interval rings in increasing volume. It's gonna be awesome terrific.

I come away with no winter clothes (we were too pooped to even stop by the grocery store for provisions), but the weather today was OK. There was a bit a drizzle when we left the Tube on the way there, but otherwise, it's just really, really gray.

It looks like I won't be getting my own Internet for at least a week, after we register.

Anyway, hope all is well back home!

Saturday, September 17, 2005

here I am ...

but I'm definitely not torn to pieces. :)

The first indication that things are going to be a little different was on the flight when we were descending into Heathrow. The captain, over the PA, said that we were descending, blah blah blah, and the weather outside is clear, London is reporting a temperature of about 22 degrees Celsius, which, he tells us, translates to about 42 degrees Fahrenheit (something like that). You can hear the people in the cabin twittering.

It is kinda chilly outside, but it's really quite beautiful. There's a light breeze, the sun is out, and the air is clear. So all is good.

The plane had to "remotely" land, so we had to descend our Boeing 777 onto the tarmak. That's a new experience. There were buses waiting to take us into the the terminal. It wasn't until we were deep within the bowels of Heathrow Airport that it hit me.

The bus is driving on the left side of the street. Holy crap. I'm in London.

Immigration, customs, baggage reclaim and all that went well.

On the way to Queen Mary, University of London (that's where I'm studying), the bus -- excuse me, coach -- passed Westminster Abbey, the Tower of London, Tower Bridge, the phallic building in Central London and snaked along part of the River Thames.

It's amazing.

I just moved into my room in the dorms, and my room is gorgeous. I love it. It's so clean and new and beautiful. Small ... about half the size of my room at USC -- just big enough to fit a built-in bed, a built-in desk, built-in closets and a REALLY tiny bathroom. There's one way in and out and really nowehere to turn with all my luggage in there.

Right now, I'm in an internet cafe just outside the campus gates. USC was telling us that East End -- where QMUL is -- is like South LA but less gritty. I guess ... but it's much better than I expected it be. It's not a "nice" area by any means, but it ain't South Central.

There seems to be quite a bit of international students. Just in the bus group I came in with were people from Boston College, Duke, University of Richmond, University of Virginia, Swarthmore and Ohio University.

I haven't met any of my flatmates, yet, but hopefully it will happen soon. :)

Friday, September 16, 2005

here we go!

The time is 6:17 a.m. I'm leaving Florence in about 4 hours. I have not finished packing, so I am going to go do that.

Otherwise, hope all is well with you all out there in cyberspace. :)

Turning off the computer now....

Thursday, September 15, 2005

booooo

ETS is the ruiner of dreams. >: (

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

oh, dear

gasp. 2 more days until takeoff. you know NASA wants me to work for them. totally.

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

resolution

I finally figured out what was wrong with me the last couple of days. I was going through medication withdrawal. Whatever hydrocodone is -- I think it's either an opiate or narcotic -- it was screwing me up. Panic attacks, near-nervous breakdowns (hence, apparently, the hiding under the desk), etc. At least I know I won't be doing drugs ... ever. It sucked.

Now I am mentally preparing (haha) for my second stab at the GRE. The first time didn't go so well. You'd think that being a journalism major I would have some sort of grasp on the English language. HA! scoffs ETS, that's what YOU think, you liberal arts nothingness.

Man. I should've been pre-med or pre-law or something. Bleh.

But after the GRE, I will begin to earnestly pack for London and make sense of the piles on my floor.

And once again, another shameless plug.

Ciao. :)

Saturday, September 10, 2005

a mess

Sorry, guys, for the lack of real news or updates. My life is a chaotic mess right now and needs fixing. I think it's a combo of GRE and London anxiety and a lot of other shit. I literally hid under my desk for some solitude about 15 minutes ago... :*( My stomach is in knots... and I don't really know why. : (

At this exact time next week (Saturday, 3:32 a.m. eastern), I will be in London. There is a lot to think about and plan.

I don't cry often; in fact, I can't remember the last time I did, but during all this Katrina stuff over the past 2 weeks or so, I've been really angry. Now -- yesterday, today -- when I watch or read the news, all I feel is incredible sadness and utter hopelessness. I went to a quasi-job interview the other day, and the talk came to the self-preservation of copy editors and how we tend to have a passion outside of work because we need to. Well, I think I've found mine. I've always had a passion, but these few days made me feel that I should do something that really makes a contribution to others.

I want to be a Big Sister, but apparently they want you to be able to stay in one place -- impossible for college 3,000 miles away.

But I think when I get back to LA, I'm going to get on board with USC's Habitat for Humanity ... it feels right, for some reason....

Tuesday, September 06, 2005

more diagrams!

This time, it's interactive! From The New York Times.

Monday, September 05, 2005

Rome/EastEnders

I tried watching the highly advertised "Rome: Engineering An Empire" on the History Channel. I really did, but I just can't get past the ridiculous sound effects of bellowing tubas and trumpets and whatever the hell else brass instruments they decide to throw in. I could barely hear the narration. : (

Also, last night, I watched two episodes of EastEnders, and it started out OK, I kind of got the relationships among the characters, but the women are so bitchy and mean! What's going on? : (

more from Slate

This is from Slate. A response to writer's complaints about TV news.

In 10 minutes of watching Telemundo, three of which covered New Orleans, I really got a better depiction of being there than I did on all the major U.S. networks that I had been watching for several hours, and I don't speak any Spanish.
— Jonathan Kyle


For the record, I like World News Tonight, before and after Peter Jennings.

New Orleans diagram/world press

The BBC has a good group of graphics to explain what happened in New Orleans and the general geographic stuff of the city. It's really helpful, since I've never been there and have only vaguely grasped what people are calling this cereal bowl.... click on and scroll to bottom:

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/americas/4214504.stm

The BBC also has gathered a list of reactions from media around the world.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/americas/4216142.stm

I have seats!

Today, I called United Airlines and claimed one of the last two seats on my flight to London. Yay! It's not what I've hoped for, but the other option wasn't much better. Eh, I'll take it.

Also, have seats to the LA Philharmonic's Beethoven Ninth performance at the Disney Concert Hall the night before graduation! More yay! :) Life is looking up.

Now, if I can just get this graduate school/GRE stuff together.... :/

TV news

Was reading about why one Slate writer hates TV news. Hey, from my time at school having to learn the medium at the expense of my own major, I'm not exactly unbiased on this topic. In fact, I abhor TV news, but that's another entry in itself. I watch it because they have video. But. I don't watch Fox News.

Apart from the conservative bias, there is so much graphic, so much useless music and makeup and plastic surgeries(look at a before/after photo of Greta van Susteren), I don't know where they hide the old b-rolls and uninformative CGs (chyrons, supers).

Here she is. On the left is the pre-plastic surgery. On the right is the post-plastic surgery. And a side-by-side comparison.







Anyway, the article is an interesting read. I used to like watching TV news. : (

Sunday, September 04, 2005

Rehnquist dies

Chief Justice William Rehnquist died tonight.

This obit is from the Washington Post.

Saturday, September 03, 2005

random part 2

Many companies are matching employee donations to the hurricane relief efforts. Does your company do the same?

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Watching "Forrest Gump" always makes me cry, especially toward the end. :*(

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USC prevails against Hawaii. 63-17. Yes! (does little dance)

random

Rita Cosby from MSNBC sounds like she's been smoking three packs a day since the day she was born. : /

Nothing new to report. Still reading a lot of newspapers and watching a lot of TV broadcasts.

USC vs. Hawaii. Fight on!

voices from across the pond and abroad

BBC News' Web site lets readers respond to stories they report. This is what the people of Britain (and some in the U.S.) have to say about the way the U.S. is handling the Katrina situation.

LA Times reports on reactions around the world.

Friday, September 02, 2005

comfort the afflicted and afflict the comfortable

I think I've calmed down enough about this to write without less fury, but please bear with me if bottled-up anger spills over.

I was reading fark.com this morning, and I come across a posting that the Poynter Institute is asking people living within 30 miles of the Baton Rouge to take journalists into their homes while the journalists work away from their newsrooms, etc. The (New Orleans) Times-Picayune's managing editor spokes to Poynter about the difficulties of covering Katrina. The newspaper also has a number of reporters still unaccounted for.

Out of curiosity, I click on the link that would lead me to the forum/discussion postings, and what I read infuriated me.

The journalist's role is to cover the news. We feel for the people affected by Hurricane Katrina. Despite what these posters think and write, we're humans, too, and we are incredibly sad and emotionally affected by the plight of Lousiana and Mississippi and Alabama. But we're professionals, and we're doing our jobs, and to do that effectively, we can't let emotions get in the way. We need to stand away from it all (as well as we can). Scott Gold from the Los Angeles Times have been covering Katrina and recently wrote down what he saw for the paper's Column One. He, too, mentioned the need to build a wall between the situation.

When we're covering a story and we see desperation all around us, we can't stop and help. We have to keep moving and get as much of the people's stories as we can to tell the world what is happening. The humanity in all of us wants to help by providing shelter or food or water or clothes. These journalists are helping by disseminating information. Blasting what they do will not work. A lot of the journalists who are based in the Gulf coast cities have lost family members, most have lost their homes, and yet they're working -- without showers, bathrooms, places to sleep -- to bring the news so people know that help is coming.

These reporters and editors and producers aren't living in luxury. It doesn't matter that some are living in the Hyatt in downtown New Orleans. The hotel doesn't have plumbing, either. One side of the hotel was ripped apart by the hurricane. It's surrounded by flood waters.

The Gulf coast journalists who didn't evacuate aren't doing it because they're stupid. They know they have work to do.

No one involved in the hurricane stories is thinking about winning awards right now. The job at hand is to do the best we can. No one was thinking about awards when they were covering Sept. 11. Because it doesn't matter. Doing the news as good as possible is the priority. Pulitzers and Emmys and press associations and the "best of" accolades can wait. The public needs help now.

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People are saying that the federal government is too slow in getting aid to the people affected by the hurricane. I agree. I agree with the outrage felt by Mayor Nagin, and I agree with the frustration felt by the governors.

People are also saying that the help is slow in coming because of race -- because the majority of those in need are black ... I just don't get it. Why is everything about race? Why can't it just be that the federal government are being jerks (again) and screwing those people who need its help the most? But I'm a minority myself, and maybe they have an argument, maybe not. I really don't know.

The aid is slow to get to people because of a lot of reasons and a lot of excuses, but think about it. When New Orleans is as out of control as it is right now and for the past days, rescuers and aid workers had to feel threatened by the violence (and some have). There are looters. Morally, in this kind of survival situation, I don't have a big problem with taking the necessities -- water, food, clothes, diapers, formula, medicine. But when people are blatanly taking things that can be left alone -- DVDs, CDs, etc. -- then that is a moral and value threshold that I cannot cross and cannot reconcile with. There were (are?) people taking jewelry from houses and stealing guns and ammunition from gun shops. I wonder if the people who are taking advantage of the situation -- unncessary looters, price gougers, insurance frauds -- would be able to look themselves in the mirror years from now and be able to live with the knowledge that they took things not pertinent to survival from others who lost their stores or their homes.

People are shooting at relief helicopters, aid workers and police officers. Patients stuck in Charity Hospital in New Orleans were going to get evacuated and get proper medical care, but the helicopter coming to get them had to turn back because of gunfire.

Why? People aren't going to come to help if they're having to dodge bullets. These people -- a lot of whom are affected themselves -- are trying to provide the aid that others are lambasting for being too slow and not enough. How about not threaten their lives so they can try to better the horrific situation?

A CNN reporter was with a group of police officers at their station when the station came under gunfire attack. These are police officers, and they had to fire back to citizens to protect their turf. The situation in the Louisiana police forces are so bad that the media is reporting officers simply turning in their badges and walking off the job.

The desperation I read in the newspapers and see on the news is heartrenching, and it is this type of situation that shows true human nature. Whether human nature is inherently good or bad is one of the questions that eastern philosophers -- especially Chinese -- sought to answer. It seems that, in the past couple of days, I see what can happen if people's survival instincts kick in to Lord-of-the-Flies proportions, but I also feel better to know that there are others who are willing to help. Maybe human nature is inherently good, but crises make it evil.

The Times-Picayune has been working out of Baton Rouge and posting stories online in blogform and in pdf. Tomorrow, I think, they're putting out their first printed stories in a couple of days. They're doing an incredible job.

The Sun-Herald covers Gulfport/Biloxi in Mississippi and other Gulf coast towns. They're operating out of the Columbus, Ga., paper and have been putting out limited newsprint copies.

The two reporters from the Sun-Herald are still blogging. Check them out.

Wednesday, August 31, 2005

gas supply/National Guard/comment spam

This is a repost from earlier. I got comment spam, so comments now need to pass through word verification -- not that I'm getting much legit comments anyway... :)

According to my dad, who talked somebody who works at a gas station in town, when the station runs out of gas, there is no more gas. The same, the rumor is, for the state (4th graf). When the gasoline supply runs out, there won't be any more until Monday, at the earliest.

Gas prices in Florence are up to $2.79 as of this afternoon. I got mine for $2.72, which still sucks. Word is out around town that gas prices in Florence is going to hit $3 today, and gas stations and residents are responding likewise.

CNN reported that some gas stations in Chicago are charging $3.69 for a gallon, and other places around the country are listing more than $4 per gallon.

Some National Guard reservists at my dad's work was at work this morning, but received their summons to the Gulf coast and were gone by the afternoon.

Tuesday, August 30, 2005

uh oh

Late last night/early this morning I was looking up "crash" on Wikipedia, as in, computer crash. Well, guess what. I found out (hey, I'm no computer genius here. I just know enough to function) that the blue-and-white screen my computer keeps showing me is also known as the "blue screen of death." Well, this is obviously not good. The name portends some sort of quick end to my poor, limping laptop, and as much as I hate it, I need it to function for at least 7 more months. Or longer. But in case you're wondering, this is what is looks like. Scroll down to the first big image. Apparently, it's called a STOP error. Whatever. It's bad.

I read the medication instructions sheet that came with the cough syrup and it said something about being partly narcotics and partly codeine. I don't think giving me narcotics is a good thing. I'm already weird enough as it is.

more France

I came across this from a recent Atlanta Journal-Constitution's The Vent column.

After the "Freedom Fries" thing I thought France might fire back with something like "New World Order Cheese," but nope, they immediately surrendered.

Monday, August 29, 2005

coughing

Wow. This cough suppressant is making me dizzy. Whoo. Feeling a little lightheaded, too. My skin's getting a little clammy as I'm typing this. The typing isn't going so well, either. Hmm... I think updating my resume is going to be fun tonight.

My computer decided to mini-stroke on me last night. It decided to go to a white-writing-on-blue-screen (very old-school computer-like) and restart itself. Then when it did restart, it refused to load internet. I restarted/shut down three times before it would work again.

Is it so hard to ask for a computer that will last through my entire college/grad school career? I mean, really. I'm pretty sure it's the heat sink thing again. The fan has been super loud recently (as if it usually isn't really loud), and I take that as an omen of bad things to come.

Don't ever buy Compaq/HP, guys. It might be tempting at times, but don't do it.

I think I'm going to fiddle with the resume before my brain shuts down. I'm supposed to take this thing every four hours! At least my body clock will join the rest of the alive world. Right now, I'm sleeping around 5:30 a.m. and waking up around 3 p.m. It's like I'm still working nights on the desk, but without the pay and brain stimulation.

By the way, my last paycheck from the Tribune came in last Friday. It was a sad/happy day. Sigh.

Katrina/France

Really hope Louisiana, Mississippi and Alabama are going to be OK. People are dead, no electricity, property destroyed and lord knows what else. It's just terrible. :(

There are two reporters with Gulfport/Biloxi Sun-Herald who've been blogging throughout this thing, and it looks like they've been the eyes for a lot of people looking for information. Three cheers for them!
http://dancingwithkatrina.blogspot.com

Journalistically, I want to be there, but my heart goes out to people whose lives are affected by this. It royally sucks.

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I've been promising the story about how I got stuck with overnight reservations in Paris, and my column for the Daily Trojan ran today, so here it is. It's a shortened, less angry version of what I really felt like writing, but it will do. Hope y'all get a laugh out of my misery.

Sunday, August 28, 2005

Wikipedia

Wikipedia is the answer to my boredom. I've looked up so many things and learned a lot of weird stuff. It's a little addictive.

I've got to start studying for the GREs again, soon, since I will be retaking it on Sept. 14, two days before I leave for London. The testing fun never ends.

But this is too cute. Animal Planet has set up a 24/7 pandacam! http://animal.discovery.com/cams/pandavidr.html

They're so cute together! :)

Saturday, August 27, 2005

Greenville/Greer

I start my drive to Greer, SC (city-data tells me it's the only one in the country). Google maps tells me it's going to take 4 hours. Yahoo! maps tells me it's going to be 3.5 hours. Mapquest, however, must be a road madman, as it tells me I can be there in 3 hours. All with the same directions. It took me about 3.5 hours.




As you can see from this Mapquest image, I basically took the legs of a triangle, with Columbia forming the angle. There is no easy way to get there without passing through Columbia.

I get there, and Andre, his girlfriend and I hang out. His friend Joe from high school joined. I suck at putt-putt (this is not news to me) and also at go-karting (again, old news) and pool (slightly worse than putt-putting). However, I do OK in air hockey. So there. :)

The four of us head to Greenville, about 15 or so minutes from Greer, and had sushi at this new sushi place downtown.

So it was a pretty good day.

Today, I went to the doctor (for the third time) to see about my cough -- you know, the one I've had for 3 years? And the decision was made to see a pulmonologist because allergy meds aren't working. I also got a cough suppressant prescription. I have to fill it soon. But really, this thing has been going on for no particular reason for 3 years -- is one weekend really going to do more damage? Hmm.

Tomorrow, I will write my first column ever. It will be about my experience with the French consulate in Atlanta. I hope I'm funny/entertaining and not bore people. Stay tuned.

Friday, August 26, 2005

Greenville v0.5

Just got back from Greenville. More later. Too tired.

Wednesday, August 24, 2005

day 1

I have hit the 24-hour mark, but I will be going to sleep after dinner because I have to drive to Greenville -- actually, Greer -- in the morning, and I must be awake when driving.

Spent too much money today on Express jeans -- even though they were on sale -- 50% off!

Nothing really new to report. Just have to study for the GREs, again. The testing fun never ends.

for the journalism nerds ... but especially the copy-editing ones...

A Capital Idea -- http://nstockdale.blogspot.com/

It is 8:05 a.m., and I am still up. And not tired. But I have a feeling I will be soon. At the most inopportune time -- a time when regular people go about daily business. It is late (early?) to be up -- even for a copy editor/owl/weirdo (yes, James. I said it.).

I am also using an unusual amount of dashes. Hmm.

This is what has been occupying me for the past ... um ... 5 hours or so ... http://jobspage.typepad.com/jobspage.

My computer is having some serious overheating problems ... again. I'm going to have to buy warantee on it ... again ... in case it poops out on my in London.

Well, back to the Free Press job blog.

You know, it started around 1:30 a.m. while talking to James online, and I was searching for circulation figures instead of reading a creepy LAT story he sent me (and demands I read). I wrote down: freep top 100 circs.

And it led me to the Free Press job page. And it hasn't stopped.

This is bad. On many levels.

In other news, I might be going to Greenville some time this week and am definitely in Columbia on Sept. 7.

Call me if you're going to be in either town. You know who you are.

Back to the new obsession.

Friday, August 19, 2005

apples and pears

You know, I didn't quite believe James when he told me in May that in some parts of England, "apples and pears" means "stairs" and can sometimes be shortened to "apples," as in, "I'm going up the apples and pears."

Well, I got to researching what all there is to do in London, and I thought, hmm, I should look up a list of British slang. Alas, I stumble upon a list of Cockney slang -- another breed all its own -- and decided to check it out. And yes, there it is. Apples and pears. It means stairs. Don't believe me? See for yourself!

I know I promised a story about freedom fries, and yes, it is coming. But later. Not tonight. Tonight I am reading -- attempting to read? -- "Memoirs of a Geisha."

In a bit of shameless self-promotion, here is the second (and last) story I wrote for The Tampa Tribune. For you journalists out there, don't be too harsh. I'm a copy editor moonlighting as a writer. :)

Tuesday, August 16, 2005

last night in Tampa

No matter what I say about this city, it's been a great summer in Tampa. Here are the last of the pictures, in chronological order. *sniff*


** at Bar Louie, once again, for the last time. This is an appletini they call the Tease. It comes with an apple wheel floating in the glass. cute, huh? :)


** the roommie and me, with the rest of the Trib people at Beer Belly's Cafe for karaoke, one of the last things to do in Tampa before I leave. check.


** Julian and me. finally. :) At Beer Belly's.


** Julian, Andre and me, at Beer Belly's.


** Jenna and me, Beer Belly's.


** Julian and Eddie Mecina (sp?), Beer Belly's.


** Corrie and me, playing pool at Beer Belly's. She made like 5 in a row!


** and, finally, of course, the newsroom. :*(

CSET

Oh, the injustice of it all. I am still not over it. Damn you, California Subject Examinations for Teachers!

CSET subtest 1 -- pass
CSET subtest 3 -- pass
CSET subtest 2 -- did not pass

CSET subtest 2 your score -- 218
CSET subtest 2 passing score -- 220

2 points. un. deux. uno. dos. 1. 2. TWO! TWO POINTS!

CSET subtest 3 subject -- California history and .... ECONOMICS!

wtf.

I passed history of a state in which I lived for 3 years and never attended high school in. And I passed econ, a subject in which I barely comprehend the concept of supply and demand.

That is the current lament. Next up, my interesting (or anger-filled) adventure with the French consulate in Atlanta and why I will not be eating les freedom frites.

Thursday, August 11, 2005

darts night!

Welcome to the copy desk dart night spectacular, where you witness the skills of members of the exclusive club of Trib copy editors! We gather at an Irish pub called the Irish Pub in Ybor City... read on....


** this is Patty, aka PK.


** behold PK's bullseye.


** and me. I am so good, I not only nailed a bullseye, I also drilled one into the brick, as you can see.


** meet Wes, sports copy editor, with this excellent set of darts, now available in 4 easy payments of $19.99 plus shipping and handling!


** and finally, one of Wes' two game-winning bullseyes.

In other news, I think I am going to visit this supposed great Italian family-owned market in the morning in Clearwater, which I have also never been in the 10 weeks I've been here.

Monday, August 08, 2005

beautiful/creepy Tampa photos

So these are photos of a beautiful sunset from the balconey of the Trib facing the Russian spires of the University of Tampa, but taken without flash, turns to a creepy what-might-be doomsday.


** This is the "beer can." I stand by my opinion that this is the only thing standing between an OK skyline and a completely generic one.


** beautiful sunset.


** beautiful sunset, with a weird glow about it.


** This is the doomsday photo. It looks like the world is on fire.


** dooomsday photo with the strange green sunset.

other intern photos

These are photos from the internship ... so far. Even though there is only 1 week left in the 10 weeks the Trib allotted us, it has been great. To think I almost chose Ann Arbor over this. Scandalous.

We cannot continue without introducing the masses to Helvetica, the copy desk mascot .... kinda.


** meet Helvetica.


** Andre, left, me and Allyson are all from South Carolina, but none of us are originally from South Carolina. We were at Bar Louie for dollar-burger Tuesdays.


** Andre, multimedia/marketing intern, Bar Louie. My apartmentmate, along with Julie B.


** Allyson, reporting intern, Bar Louie.

Julian, Allyson, Julie B. and I went to Channelside for July Fourth fireworks. It was worth the humidity and blazing heat and ridiculous parking charge.


** meet Julian, sports intern.


** Allyson and Julian before the amazing fireworks started.


** Julie, photo intern, in a self-shot portrait.

Patty from the copy desk and I got this brilliant idea to gather people from the Trib for a trip to Hard Rock Casino, about 15 minutes from work, on last Saturday night (yesterday!) after work.


** Allyson and me at the Hard Rock Casino, where the slot machine spit back 20 cents of my $1 investment.

Lindsay, my fellow copy desk intern, left a week before everyone else. For her last night, we ended her summer where it all started -- at The Rack, where people from the copy desk converged for her 22nd birthday and where most of the interns -- Allyson, Julian, Lindsay and me met each other for the first time. The interns got together for the first time all together at P.F. Changs. I don't have pictures of that night. :(


** Andre and Lindsay at The Rack.

Space Shuttle Discovery photos

So I went to the shuttle launch with fellow intern Lindsay Butler and her boyfriend Tony and her friend John, who was in Orlando. Here are selected shots of the takeoff. I know it's small; just follow the orange dot in the sky.










Tuesday, July 12, 2005

flooding

I went to sleep at 6 a.m. Sunday morning. It's late, I know. But the point is is that everything in the apartment was shipshape. I believe I set thet alarm for 11 a.m. because I need to study for the CSET that's coming up really soon. So the alarm goes off as scheduled, and I, of course, press the snooze. I think I heard the door knocking around 11:30 because for some reason, I remember the clock reading 11:30. I thought, maybe Julie or Andre can get that. I hear the knocking some more, and then I hear Julie's voice. Going back to sleep, I decided. Except now I want to know who was knocking. So I get out of bed.
 
And step into wet carpet.
 
My entire room's carpeting was so wet that when I walk toward the dining room, I can see my footprints. As I continue toward the dining room, the wet footprints follow. EW. EW. EW.
 
Julie said she tried waking me up to tell me, but I was apparently too asleep to notice -- remember, 6 a.m. So the plumber was the one knocking, and the carpet people are on their way.
 
Julie, Andre and I move everything I own in Tampa (minus the clothes hanging in the closet, which is also sopping wet) to the living room after Julie and I move the heavy brass-like-legged dining table and chairs to the living room. You can see the wet dents where the legs were. So my belongings are in the living room and some of my clothes are wet.
 
The plumber said our toilet's filler (?) or filter (?) or something that starts with an F in the tank was corroded and it reached a breaking point and the water overflowed. So the bathroom is also wet. Bathroom, my room, dining room and spots in the living room.
 
The carpet people came and sucked the excess water off the carpet and put in a carpet dryer thing. The apartment has to be left at 70 degrees to avoid mold and mildrew (you don't want that), so in addition to being wet, the apartment is now cold.
 
I have to make up my days for this Friday and Saturday, so I'm working Sunday and Monday. I go to work on Sunday at 3:30 p.m. as usual and returned to the freezer. I go to sleep around 3 a.m. and woke up Monday morning at 9 because it was so cold. I didn't care about sleeping in the living room, but it was freezing. Did the same last night, but less cold.
 
This morning, the carpet in my room dried, and the carpet people moved the drying machine to the dining room, where the carpet is still a little damp. I have also moved my bed to my room, but the other stuff's gotta wait until Friday morning or whenever I have time.

Sunday, July 10, 2005

Dennis/Sex and the City

Well, so much for being in Florida, during summer, working for a newspaper. I really wanted to work during a hurricane -- not that I wish destruction on people, but it seems like the thing to do when I'm working at a Florida newspaper -- like a test of endurance and stuff.

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But anyway, I saw Sex and the City for an extended period of time tonight with Lindsay, Allyson and Julian. I knew it was going to be good, and it was -- and I can feel myself getting addicted (which is bad). It was a fun night. Allyson bought popcorn, and none of us were watching and listening for the popping to stop, and the popcorn was spewing smoke from the microwave. It was funny. We had to open her doors to prevent the smoke alarm from going off. It was good times. :)

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Check out postsecret.blogspot.com. It is a site where people send in their secrets -- some are funny, others are sad and alarming -- on postcards that they decorate. It's hard to describe the feeling after reading them, but definitely check it out. It's worth it.

Saturday, July 09, 2005

history

I have one week left until I take the dreaded CSET -- California Subject Examination for Teachers. And since I want to go to graduate school in secondary education and since I want to teach history, I have resigned myself to relearning history. ALL history. California history (which I know nothing about), world history, U.S. history, social history, war history, legislations, Supreme Court rulings. Everything. So basically, I'm screwed. I need to find a school that'll let me in with a history minor, no teaching experience, and don't require anything more than the GREs. ahhhhh.

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The broadcast TV overcoverage of both Hurricane Dennis and the London attacks have officially begun. Rejoice. Revel. Revile.

Friday, July 08, 2005

Dennis update

I think Dennis is gonna cause little trouble. It is veering to the left (west for you directional people) toward Louisiana. I was so excited. pooey. But anyway, I have 4 cans of tuna and 4 cans of veggies in case it really comes to Tampa. As of 11 a.m., it is 150 mph; a Category 5 hurricane is at least 155 mph. So this one is pretty big. I really hope I get to work on Sunday. That would be awesome. :)

Dennis/London

Well, when I left for work this afternoon, Dennis was a weak hurricane. When I got to work, I think it was a Category 2. Somewhere between then and 11 p.m., it became a Category 4. I didn't even hear about Category 3. Anyway, I am preparing -- for the first time -- for a hurricane without parents. So this should be interesting. And besides, I volunteered to work on Sunday, so I might be at work all weekend anyway in the safe shelter that is the glass-enclosed, Hillsborough River-view, evacuation-zone Trib newsroom.

Tomorrow -- today -- I am going to get some canned food, some candles, some batteries, some cash and a full tank o' gas. Hopefully I will be awake in time to do that before everything gets sold. Woo. hoo.

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My homepage on my computer is Google News, and when I wake up in the morning, the first thing I do is to check the news. Today, I awoke to the news of the London subway bombings. At first, I thought the news people are toying with people's emotions. That is, until I checked CNN, BBC, LA Times and other major sources of news. It's horrifying. Why? Don't you wonder why? How? How did the world come to this? When did it all start? People will argue that it started when on 9/11, others will say when the U.S. attacked Iraq, but I think -- I know -- it was way before then. But when? Was there a point in the timeline of the world when chaos started to reign? Did anyone see this coming say, 50 years ago?

On a more personal note, I am going to be in London in almost exactly 3 months. Should I be scared? I'm not right now. It seems irrational to worry about things I absolutely have no control over. I mean, short of avoiding all subways and buses in London, what am I to do? Life has to go on, right? These people who did this -- and we don't know who it is yet, so don't jump to conclusions -- are playing a psychological game with the western world. What will be next? Who will be next? Where is the end of all this?

Thursday, July 07, 2005

journalism

James is in town, and we went to lunch today. We talked about random things here and there. We talked shop -- read: Daily Trojan politics. I am in office politics hell. The DT saved me, loved me, hated me, and it will be the death of me.

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Today, a judge sentenced a New York Times reporter (Judith Miller) to prison for not revealing her confidential source in the Bush administration's unrelenting quest to the end of this CIA leak. It is truly sad what the judge said when he sentenced Miller. You know, without journalism, without the First Amendment protections, without confidential sources who stay that way, the U.S. government, financial companies, so many other people and organizations will never to discovered to be corrupt, unsafe, neglegent. Let me submit for consideration the Seattle Times story about Boeing 767 with the rudder problem that kep crashing planes. The Albuquerque Journal that revealed the U.S. government, during World War II, was injecting supposed terminally ill people with plutonium just to see what would happen. Let us examine the entirety of Washington Post's coverage of the Watergate scandal. More recently, let us look at the LA Times' King/Drew series. Without journalists who are willing to keep their promises to their confidential sources, this country would be in shambles. It's too idealistic to say that the sole reason of journalism is to serve the public good, but it is true. Comfort the afflicted and afflict the comforted, someone said. We need strengthen the First Amendment and protect journalists with a federal shield law so that other Judith Millers or Matthew Coopers won't have to deal with this. All they're doing is their jobs. Let them.

Tampa, part deux

Where was I? Oh, yes. The drivers of Tampa.

Let me preface this by saying that since I began driving in LA, my main complaint was that they don't know how to drive in the rain, especially when they don't turn on their headlights. So imagine my excitement to go to a city where it (apparently) rains all the time, thinking (naively) that they would know how to the drive -- at least in the rain.

Well, they (I mean, most) can drive in the rain all right, but during the (few) dry weather, I have come to the conclusion that they're maniacs. I'd rather drive in LA and die.

First, they go right-lane speeds in the left lane. You know, if you wanted to go 5 mph in a 40, I'd change lanes, but seeing as how you're doing that (and not me), you should change lanes.

They also don't use the blinker. Fine. Don't use it. But don't cut me off on the interstate while not using it. I'm going fairly fast, and I need some sort of warning. I am not paying for your stupidity.

The merge-onto-the-interstate lane does not equal the stop-sign-and-look-for-cars lane. Merge. They're supposed to let you through if you just take some vehicular initiative.

And finally, you'd think for people who've driven through rain almost everyday and lived through several hurricanes, they'd know how to turn on their headlights when there is no visibility. But, of course, too much to ask.

I didn't used to have road rage. Until I got to LA. It is now even worse. Perhaps I should curb (haha, play on words) my anger and redistribute it somewhere else. Perhaps I should just take deep breaths and spare my passengers the venting and ranting.

Hey, I'm not the perfect driver. But these people drive me nuts.

Wednesday, July 06, 2005

hmm, Tampa

Well, Tampa. It's an interesting town full of fun-loving people, crazy weather and the most idiotic drivers I have yet to come across. Let me explain, point by point.

The people of Tampa are a rare breed indeed. They survive near-100% humidity in near-100-degree weather with little complaints. Last year, as y'all might know, the special (more on that later) people of Tampa braved three hurricanes.

Let us move on to the weather of Tampa.

Let me begin with my first week in town. Not only was I hit with a wall of humidity the second I stepped out of my car after sitting roughly in the same position for 10 hours, I soon realized the fickleness that is the rain "schedule" here. Everything was beautiful for the first, um, three days, thereabouts. Sun, no clouds, etc., if you're into getting skin cancer and all that. Then BOOM! Thursday hits, and it POURED at random-ass hours. We're talking 2 or 3 p.m. and 2 in the freakin' a.m.! Yes! After midnight! Pouring down rain! This continued for about 2 or 3 days. It would rain, out of the literal clear blue sky. BAM. Cats and dogs and puppy tails.

(an aside here. I just lost my many-hours-long effort of transcribing interview tape into the night by a single click of a mouse. Don't let this happen to you. Am now kicking myself.)

Continuing on with the weather. See, I thought people at work were kidding when they said it will rain on one side of the street and not the other. IT'S TRUE! On more than one occassion (I think I spelled that wrong) I have driven through literally 5 seconds of rain .... that's like, 10 feet of asphalt .... only to find that is it completely sunny right in front of me! wtf?!

We'll save the fun and joy of Tampa drivers for a later entry, with Fourth of July photos to come. Fun stuff indeed. It is now time for sleep.

Sunday, March 27, 2005

homeless in Tampa/my eye

So I'll be in Tampa for the summer, and I'm still trying to find housing for three months. My expectations have been getting lower and lower. Right now, I want a place to live that's safe and cheap in price. Is that so hard?

In other news, my corneal scratch has returned, and I am now wearing glasses again, which interferes with my lovely new haircut. Booooooo.

Tuesday, February 22, 2005

Shakespeare in Love

I have finally caved and bought a copy of Shakespeare's "Twelfth Night." You see, the reason is that every time I watch "Shakespeare in Love," I always want to read the play. So the movie was playing on BRAVO last Friday (or sometime like that), and that last scene made me want to read it again. My problem comes in when I actually get ahold of the play and couldn't get into it.

So "Twelfth Night," along with "John Adams," "House of Leaves" and "Anna Karenina" are my perennial "books I can never really finish." But "John Adams" is almost done. One of the reviewers for "House of Leaves" mentioned something to the point of not reading it at night. So I guess I'm waiting for summer to read it. :)

Monday, February 14, 2005

round II

possible corneal scratch, round II?

Friday, February 11, 2005

Travelin' Soldier

DIXIE CHICKS
Travelin' Soldier

Two days past eighteen
He was waiting for the bus in his army green
Sat down in a booth in a cafe there
Gave his order to a girl with a bow in her hairHe's a little shy so she gives him a smile
And he said would you mind sittin' down for a while
And talking to me,
I'm feeling a little low
She said I'm off in an hour and I know where we can go

So they went down and they sat on the pier
He said I bet you got a boyfriend but I don't care
I got no one to send a letter to
Would you mind if I sent one back here to you


Chorus: I cried
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy
Too young for him they told her
Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier
Over love will never end
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again
Never more to be alone when the letter said
A soldier's coming home

So the letters came from an army camp
In California then Vietnam
And he told her of his heart
It might be love and all of the things he was so scared of
He said when it's getting kinda rough over here
I think of that day sittin' down at the pier
And I close my eyes and see your pretty smile
Don't worry but I won't be able to write for awhile


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One Friday night at a football game
The Lord's Prayer said and the Anthem sang
A man said folks would you bow your heads
For a list of local Vietnam dead
Crying all alone under the stands
Was a piccolo player in the marching band
And one name read and nobody really cared
But a pretty little girl with a bow in her hair

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Tuesday, February 08, 2005

career mistake?

In declining the offer of reporting intern for Ann Arbor, I possibly might have also passed up my chance at a reporting career. So I'm going to have to live with that realization. But Tampa is going to be AWESOME. :)