I always knew I wanted to be a journalist from the time I was nine years old. Wearing a pair of my of my mom’s heels as I pretended to be Lois Lane was a regular occurrence for me. And with help from my older brother (and his computer), I frequently produced my own versions of the Daily Planet.
Times have changed since then, and so has journalism. If Lois Lane were around today, she’d be expected to tweet about Lex Luther’s latest antics and Facebook her encounters with Superman. These days technology has progressed farther than most journalists and communicators. Good reporting and PR still exist, but that isn’t enough to break through the Internet clutter.
That’s why I’m here. If reporting or blogging is what you need, I’m a multi-platform journo with a Master’s from Northwestern University. If you’re looking for a crash course in digital media, social media, or anything-else media, I’m also your girl. I’ll set you up and train you on the latest social media tools or pinpoint areas on your site that are less than optimal for our digital world via a comprehensive strategy. I might not be Lois Lane, but I’ll certainly try my best to be your digital Superwoman.
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I’m currently rereading Here Comes Everybody: The Power of Organizing Without Organizations by Clay Shirky, a must-read for any journalist who wants to remain employable/understand what the hell is happening to our profession. The book chronicles how Web 2.0 technologies are revolutionizing our world and the way we socialize with one another via these technologies.
Growing up I was embarrassed by where I lived. And even today, some of my closest friends don’t know the details of my childhood. When my parents divorced my mother went back to work after being a stay-at-home mom for years. She tried to maintain our lifestyle, but eventually we had to move into government-subsidized housing, a cluster of apartments thirty minutes south of our old home.
Right now the profession is experiencing some growing pains, but I can’t think of a better time to be a journalist.
News and information is coming at us from multiple platforms. Today it’s computers and iPhones, but what’s going to happen tomorrow?
I just finished reading Rework, the new book by 37signals, and although the book doesn’t pertain to media in particular, I felt like it was written for big publishers. You know the ones I’m talking about. Those media companies who love acquisitions, meetings, and synergies. The ones who pay more attention to the bottom line than they do readers. The ones that are too large to function. While every bit of Rework should be read by media executives, Web directors, editors, and journalists, if I had to pull out the best piece of advice from the book, it would be this: embrace constraints.
With all the crap and garbage there is on the Internet (this blog?), there is also a tremendous amount of creative content. I often find myself spending hours watching Vimeo videos, pondering on the minds that sprung forth such beautiful and imaginative content. I like to think of myself as a creative and pensive soul, but it’s always a sobering experience when I realize that while I may be creative I’m not a creative genius.
It’s amazing what our brains choose to remember and what they choose to forget. Our minds, unbeknownst to us, attach random acts to random memories. And each time those acts are carried out we think of those associated memories. These memories are intertwined in everything we do.
Who knows why, but I think about Dustin Hoffman every time I indulge in a cup of yogurt. Perhaps you’ve seen the movie Stranger Than Fiction, a delightful flick featuring Will Ferrell, Emma Thompson, and of course, Dustin Hoffman.
When it comes to dating, we all have a type. Tall, dark, skinny, blond, buff. The list goes on. Over the last two years I’ve noticed that I’m no longer attracted to the type I once was—preppy, frat-tastic, closed-minded. I suppose this transformation had a lot to do with my changing political beliefs and my deepening interest in music and art. Not to say fratties can’t be liberal or into music; it’s just rare. These days I’ve become interested in what I like to call the Kentucky Mountain Man.