Where in the World is JCW?

Robbie Burns night was the last time I saw JCW. Twas a grand celebration, where JCW discovered his new love for scotch. It now seems as though JCW has consumed so much scotch that he can no longer be reached.

JCW had a heartbreaking night about a week ago. The meticulous movie master was unfairly ousted out of a trivia contest, which he should have won. This may have disheartened him so much that he refuses to be seen in public. Perhaps he blames me...not really sure why that would be though.

This is related to my journalism blog because he is a journalist as well.

My life is a little darker and a little sadder when he is not around. COME BACK JCW!! COME BACK!!!

(for those of you who do not understand, this was written ironically. i will indeed survive. and i'm not a stalker [or else i'd know where he is]. word).

In the Thick of Things

The road trip to Darlings Island was tremendous!! I couldn't have had a better time. I feel that much was accomplished as far as documentary work goes, and I think everyone enjoyed themselves. I forgot how much I loved uptown Saint John! I saw so many people I knew. It was grand. It made me look really popular, hehe.

My one disappointment was that one of my interviews cancelled on me. It really sucks because she is a good friend, and I didn't get to see her. :( But alas, onward and upward I say.

This week seems to be kicking my ass a little bit. I cannot believe that it is Wednesday already!! Time flies when you're having fun I guess. It seems I am doing more work than last semester, but it's much more enjoyable. Life is grand!!

ADVENTURE TIME!!!

Crazy weekend adventure begins tomorrow!!   It begins with Fear and Loathing at midnight tomorrow, and culminates with my own documentary, with a little bit of Robbie Burns in the middle.

I'm most excited/nervous to start this documentary of mine.  I see so much of it in my mind already.  I hope it translates to video.  

I am super pumped for the trip to Darling's Island.  HOLY WORLDS COLLIDING!! 

It Could Not Go Unmentioned

Tomorrow is kind of a big day, not only for our neighbours (neighbors-spelled for their benefit) south of the border, but for the world.

For those of you who have been living under a rock, I am referencing Barack Obama, who, in a few short hours, will be the first black president of the United States of America. It wasn't that long ago that a significant portion of white America dawned white robes and spawned hatred (as well as fire). In fact, this still exists on the periphery.

The oft-quoted 'dream' is going to be realized.

I am admittedly a political junkie; however, I have never been this moved by a politician and his beautiful family. I glanced at a photo of them in a magazine today, and it gave me chills. This is how my mother describes her family's reaction and pseudo-relationship with the Kennedy's.

Now there is a lofty comparison.

I am pumped to watch the inauguration tomorrow, and to be alive for the next four to eight years to watch this great man work.

For the first time in my entire life, I am jealous of Americans because of their leader.

McLaughlin Building

I'm going to preface this blog with a poem I wrote the other night.

Walls

If this is a war

Who are the soldiers?

Attending to who's agenda?

All that is left

Is the smell of musty memories

Lingering amidst the landfill bound rubble.

If walls could talk

Their voices would have

Just been obliterated.

This battle is over,

But the war has just begun.

I'm not sure why the destruction of this building has impacted me like it has.  After the fire, and prior to its destruction, I couldn't help but pause every time I walked by. Walking down Connell Rd at night since the fire has been rather heart-wrenching with the lack of light emitting from the building.  It makes me feel, for lack of a better term, empty.  

Now it is but a pile of rubble. This could happen to any number of the old, unkempt buildings in Woodstock, or any place with any kind of history. In this economic downturn, it's hard to justify spending dollars on the upkeep of history when people are without work; however, can we, as a society, afford not to?  

The heart of our town looks like a war zone.  It breaks my heart.   

WHOA! blogging to a whole new level

Well, well, well...I take one class that requires me to write a blog, now I think I can do a documentary focused on myself.  THIS IS SCARY!!!  Let me reiterate, I think that the topic (weight loss) will be enlightening (ha, ha pun–en-'light'-ening).  The group trip to Darling's Island should be fantastic!!!    

I know that isn't ultra-newsworthy; however, the documentary class IS part of the journalism program.  I'm excited to employ some of the cool tricks (I mean, editing techniques) we've been learning in class.  It should be a grand time.  That sounded sarcastic, but it wasn't.  It really will be grand....oh no!  Not another fat pun...

The first step

Blogging seems so self-indulgent. Every sentence I type is all about me. Ok...who am I kidding? I LOVE IT!!

I'm covering an event for The Bugle tomorrow. Oh, the advantages of having Jim Dumville teach one of our classes. I'm pretty excited. I sure hope the school is open tomorrow so I can get a camera to take pictures. Class doesn't necessarily have to be in session.

First Day Back

Well, well, well....here we go again. It appears it's our last term before practicum (holy scary thought batman!). Soon, the seven of us will be out in the 'REAL WORLD'. Oh my, is the world ready for us?!?! I sure hope so. I need to make some cash.