Not that I’m exactly a pro or anything yet, but it’s in bad journalistic form to ask to interview someone who passed away three years ago … whoops.
The forces of evil are against me …
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.
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(Ready to be) home from journalism camp
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.
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Renewing my vow
About two years ago I promised myself that I would never again buy chapstick.
After acquiring another six free sticks of SPF-ed lip balm thanks to Boulder’s annual Bike to Work Day (my favorite holiday), I hereby renew that promise:
I, Courtney Holden, aspiring professional journalista, hereby promise, once again to, from hereafter, never
again purchase a product that coats my lips.
/s/ Courtney Holden
(I’d sign here, but I can’t figure out how to change my font to something in cursive.:
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Read this now because I may die soon
I’ve been going through old water and sanitation records this morning for my gig with I News.
As I’m sifting through old files filled with piles of papers, I lick my fingers in order to peruse the sheets more quickly.
Which makes me wonder: I’m sure this isn’t the first time somebody has looked through these files. And likely, they were using the same finger-lick flipping method that I am.
Which means I may well contract some wacked out disease that’s been lying dormant and unassuming for the past 15 years.
Awesome.
The things I do in the name of journalism.
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Summer woes
Remember this Adam Sandler classic from “The Wedding Singer”?
Version 2.0, journalism beat: Will Somebody Pay Me Please? …