Travel & Lifestyle Freelance Writer | Market Research Consultant
So yesterday I played journalist and wrote an article about the Sweetheart Balloon Rally that’s going on up in Loveland this weekend.
After talking with a bunch of different people, I decided that this was, hands down, my best quote. It’s from a girl who had just gotten off of her first balloon ride.
“It was so amazing! It literally felt like you were floating!”
Yup, I’d give her some genius points for that one.
Which is obviously the reason that though I get most FM channels on my little alarm clock radio, I don’t get NPR.
I woke up to freakin’ “I Will Survive (hey, hey),” while the rest of the world heard that Steve Jobs resigned from Apple.
Though that particular tune might be applicable to the current mindset of journalists everywhere, I feel that actually hearing news upon waking from my slumber would be far more journalistic.
Chilling (well, actually working my buns off) over at Starbucks today, and this dude is totally rocking out on his guitar. It’s pretty awesome.
Makes me think that more people should practice their instruments in public places.
Well, as long as they’re good.
And not asking for money.
The I News Network journalism camp, or “institute” rather (as I was so emphatically reminded when I told one of the students she didn’t need to go out and buy cotton balls; she should suck it up because she’s at “camp”), has been great, but I’m not sure what I’m more excited about: a bed that isn’t made of plastic, food not served on a tray or a towel that’s full and fluffy and covers more than my unmentionables.
So the I News Network Journalism Camp isn’t exactly roughing it. We’re using computers (some might be surfing the web for deals on new computers), soaking up info like sponges and eating three squares a day.
Then again, Denver University’s sleeping arrangements are what you might call sparse. Trying to fall asleep at night with a plastic bed, a pair of sheets that are eight thread count max and a waterproof, drool-proof, flame retardant, nylon pillow has been a bit of a challenge. And the unscreened window handily level with my headboard makes it more than likely that over the course of the week something will plummet to the ground four stories below; however, if anything does, I’ll definitely have the investigative tools to figure out why the hell it happened.
