On Writing, Thoughts

We’re journalists goddammit

Today marks the beginning of my second week as editor-in-chief of St. Bonaventure University’s campus media The Bona Venture.

The first week went as first week’s do: we ran out of printer paper to edit pages on and we lacked sufficient amounts of scotch tape. Nevertheless, the staff was out of the newsroom by 2:30 a.m.—which seems crazy to be a positive note until it’s noted last semester’s first week, I was in the newsroom until 7 a.m.

Despite a seemingly improved schedule, we still misspelled a name, printed month-old news on the front page and made silly mistakes. I’m proud to work with such talented young journalists. However, it is clear we—as a newsroom—need some work.

One of the goals I’m aiming to accomplish this semester is an improved timeliness. We were able to break the story of our president’s departure after this semester thanks to Twitter and a speedy writer. The Bona Venture needs more of that.

Sometimes, I feel like my staff drags their feet to meetings because The BV isn’t exciting. We’re journalists goddammit—let’s make this exciting.

-hrg

Thoughts

What would you do if money were no object?

Alan Watts is an interesting man. I’ve been listening to his lectures on YouTube all day, and I just find him fascinating.

This particular video really resonated with me. It’s only about 5 minutes, so give it a watch. It’s called “If money were no object, what would you do?”

Watts, in many of his lectures, speaks to needing the discipline to acquire skill to be happy, not money. After watching, or listening rather, to this lecture, I’ve begun to think how often I put off writing or editing photos because “more important” things take precedence (like homework and the newspaper). But what I want most out of life is to write.

Sure, I mean be a journalist because I enjoy it, but I want to write books. I want to write poetry. I want to write short story collections. But my stipulation for that is that I want people to care, and that’s scary to think about. It’s completely out of my control. Whether or not people chose to give a damn about me or my stories is 100% their prerogative. I can only rely on what I know how to do, the skills that I am mastering and the ideas in my head.

But maybe the stars will align for me as they have for my heroes.

-HRG

Thoughts

The Start of NYC!

Wow. So I just got into my hotel room after an eight-hour drive from St. Bonaventure to NYC. I had the most amazing talk with my professor (who was driving the car). We just sat in the front, and while everyone else was sleeping, she shared stories about her life and career. We just  talked. And it was awesome. I wasn’t expecting to do much but sit and listen to my music, but I got to listen to stories from her career as a journalist and all about the things she wished she’d done differently in life. I respected her before, but now, I have such a deep appreciation for her presence in my life.

She and her husband (also a professor at my university) are the supervisors for this trip to NYC. Their classes (obviously I’m in hers) are presenting on a panel at a conference on journalism and communications related topics. Our panel is on advocacy journalism/journalists and it’s/their effect on journalism and the world. I’m speaking about Melissa Fabello, the young female blogger who was able to get Seventeen magazine to agree to stop using manipulated spreads.

Well anyway, I’m just chillin’ in my hotel room with two of my best friends. We have a queen bed and a cot…here’s a picture of my friend Catie trying to figure out how to set up the cot for our friend Elyse while she was sitting on the toilet singing about her shit. Yeah, my friends are just badass like that.

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Catie also just came out of the shower and flashed us.

A day in the life, ya know?

-HRG

PS.

While coming into the city via The Lincoln Tunnel, I quoted Buddy the Elf. Oh yes I did.

“I traveled through the seven layers of the candy cane forest, through the sea of swirly twirly gumdrops, and then…

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THROUGH THE LINCOLN TUNNEL”