You And Whose Army?


If any of you taped the first episode of the WAR on TV tonight, let me know, I might need a copy because I missed the show while I was playing in my volleyball league. Incidentally, after my games, I went to have a beer with a couple of my teammates and we solved some of the world's problems. One of my teammates was oblivious to what was going on because he was so consumed with his daily life. He, pardon the pun, picks his own battles. I like that philosophy. There are people that don't know what's happening, people who know what's happening, and people that make things happen. I think if you don't know what's happening, that can be a good thing, but it can be a bit naive too. If you do know what is happening but not doing anything about it, you are an observer, a lemming of sorts. If you make things happen, you will know what's happening, and you will also not know many other things that are not happening because of your consumption with your own personal life. Understand what I'm saying there? Ignorance is bliss.

News Reporter Experiment:

My first assignment with the newspaper was to get some clips of a local Rock Star who had made it big in North America and was back in his hometown for a concert. They hired me because I knew the musician personally from our early school days, and also because I offered to do this for the newspaper for practically nothing to get a foot in the door into the journalism profession. After the show, we were allowed backstage to interview the Rock Star and as I walked up to him, microphone in my hand to record his every word, I was pushed by a couple of fans into him. A crowd gathered and then I stumbled into another reporter, tripped, and my arm went into the Rock Star's face. He got angry and yelled at all of us. I wrote down in the newspaper that he was "tired of touring" and also wrote that he was "an asshole" in other terms safe for reading. The newspaper published it the next day and I was attacked by the Rock Star's fans for not getting his side of the story. Incidentally, I was fired from the newspaper who said I should have reported the whole story. I thought they all exaggerated. Happy ending though as I sold the microphone that grazed his face while I tripped and fell into him. I ended up getting $50 for it on Ebay.