To life, to life, la’chaim.

Wow, I was super busy these past weeks and weekends.

It was Parents’ Weekend sans my parents last weekend, but it works out to where I can get a lot of work done instead of feeling guilty for not hanging out with my parents. However, I will miss them, eating well, and shopping in Charlottesville.

I stumbled on this interactive thing from the Economist (via Wonkette): would the rest of the world elect Obama or McCain? It’s a no brainer, but isn’t it odd that McCain would carry unstable nations (Iraq, Moldova, Macedonia, Sudan, Dem. Republic of the Congo). Overwhelmingly, the world wants Obama.

Being a J-major is a little rough stuff. It’s getting to the point where I’m still feeling overwhelmed, but it’s a different type of overwhelmed. In the beginning, I was overwhelmed because I didn’t remember how to do anything reporting related. Now that I’m back in the groove, the bar has been raised, along with the papers and projects in my other classes. So yay.

I had a couple stories run last week (since they held my story on the financial crisis until last week) and I also did my newsmaker last week, which wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. The biggest challenge actually was finding someone to interview, rather than the interview itself.

I only have one this week, and then it’s election coverage time. I’m actually glad I’m working on RR this term and year because I get to be a part of the coverage of the most important election of my life, up until now. Okay, so maybe I’m just covering the mayor race in a very small town, but still. My working title for my mayor race coverage is “E-Lex-tion 2008.” Pretty sweet!

One of the things I’ve been overcoming from my reporting class is my hatred for talking to strangers. Now, I hate it a little less.

PS: This might have made my 2 Sundays ago…MCHammer is now following me on Twitter. Now I feel like my Twittexistence has been truly justified.

PSS: One of my friends said was I was mysterious…if journalism doesn’t work out I guess I could be a spy..

PSSS: This post was originally started October 15, and then life decided to ambush me.


Today is a good day.

“Like Yankel, she repeats things until they are true, or until she can’t tell whether they are true or not,” says the wonderful novel, Everything Is Illuminated.

Today is a good day. Today is a good day. Today is a good day. Say it with me, and there will be two of us having good days.

Coasting off my 4-day lethargy (yay, random 2-day break in October) was a little harsh, but I’m learning to live and adapt, as usual. Classes are the same crazy mayhem and nonstop work. My reporting class is seriously taking over my life. I’m doing a story on the Wachovia/Wells Fargo merger and I want to get a local business’s opinion on it, namely a local business that has an account at Wachovia. Apparently, no one banks at at Wachovia or is willing to talk on camera about it, until I went into this lovely antiques store, and the old people who run it are willing to talk, but only in a very limited time slot (eg, the same time as my j-ethics class). So, I’m skipping class for another one. Ethical dilemma? Priorities? Yes. And my newsmaker is on Wednesday too! AGH, this week. 

I had the best lunch of my life today too–and I kid you not. A few steps away from campus is the Healthy Foods Co-Op, which is a fabulous little organic/health food shop. I buy some locally produced romaine lettuce and dill havarti (it is creamy crack) there but Healthy Foods also does lunch. For $6.54, you get a very generous helping of completely organic and made-from-scratch food that is as close to awesome as food in this college town gets. Today I had Italian whole wheat mac and cheese (from ricotta and asiago, not that fake bright orange stuff), steamed sesame carrots, and the most amazing squash casserole. I don’t think I’ve ever had an epic lunch like that before. Seriously epic. That’s why I love local and organic food. There was a very similar place I went to in Copenhagen — right in the heart of Christiania (where all the hippies are, natch). I don’t remember what I had, but it was awesome too, much better than Digestives and Nutella, and well worth the 60 kroner. 

I turned in my story on ONA, added my bio and picture onto the student newsroom page, and I sent orders to the printers for oosters for an extracurricular thing. 

Also, I always run into the love of my college life when I am experiencing a good hair day (3 for 3). Loves it! I think not caring plays a part in this. While I’ve had a soft spot for this kid since freshman year (o-week onwards), it’s not like I’m actively trying to run into him or trying to start anything more than a routine hello. Eh, I’m a senior and I don’t care about it anymore.

Ah, I have more work I need to do!