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Because it's better to be just another journalist/writer type with a blog, than just another journalist/writer type too timid to make one.

I frequently get told the following: "You need a blog."

To which I reply something along the lines of:
"But I like telling other people's stories, not mine."

That I do. But here I'll share some random thoughts, links and greatest hits from my day job here
and generally "put myself out there" like all those singer/songwriters formerly too chicken to go to an open mic night.

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19 May 09

PA Profundities from election night…

I’ve discovered the great paradox of being a reporter in Pennsylvania whilst awaiting municipal primary election results : It’s big, it’s fascinating and all its laws and practices (um, how many municipalities are there? What’s a twp. you ask?) are incredibly antiquated. This makes it both endlessly entertaining and endlessly frustrating — for sure as a journalist, and quite possibly as a citizen as well.

I’ve had the fortune — or misfortune, depending on how one looks at it — of being a reporter in two of the largest and strangest states one can be a reporter in: Florida and Pennsylvania. They say everything strange either comes out of Florida or goes down to Florida. I’m working on formulating a corollary that relates Pennsylvania (really, Pennsyltucky aka the better part of Central PA) to this Florida theory…

13 May 09
You’re now a microcosm of the never-ending struggle between art and commerce.
Or more broadly, doing what you love vs paying the bills.
— Dear college friend who joined the ranks of struggling ‘artists’ in L.A post-grad. Always reliable for pick-me-ups and life-applicable cliches
6 May 09
Posted: 12:00 PM
3 May 09
28 April 09
14 April 09
Having a conversation with you sometimes feels like playing tennis against a wall.
— (redacted). So true.
12 April 09
Tags: portfolio
9 April 09
Some time later there was a song on all the jukeboxes on the upper East Side that went ‘but where is the school-girl who used to be me,’ and if it was late enough at night I used to wonder that. I know now that almost everyone wonders something like that, sooner or later and no matter what he or she is doing, but one of the mixed blessings of being twenty and twenty-one and even twenty-three is the conviction that nothing like this, all evidence to the contrary notwithstanding, has ever happened to anyone before.
— “Goodbye to All That,” Joan Didion
7 April 09
Themed by Hunson. Originally by Josh