FRIDAY, APRIL 10, 2009
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Monday, September 27, 2010
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Being journalism students, my classmates and I have the daunting task of covering the upcoming civic election for a news outlet in Manitoba. (Sorry, political buffs, but I can say with certainty that this assignment really is daunting!) We have to speak to residents in the ward we've been assigned, as well as the candidates who have thrown their name in the hat to run for city councillor or mayor.
There are a total of 51 people running for 15 council ward seats, plus four candidates for mayor. None of council’s 12 incumbents – Katz and 11 councillors — will run unopposed. That means there will be no acclamations in Winnipeg for two straight elections. There were no acclamations in 2006, either.
There are a total of 51 people running for 15 council ward seats, plus four candidates for mayor.
None of council’s 12 incumbents – Katz and 11 councillors — will run unopposed. That means there will be no acclamations in Winnipeg for two straight elections.
Monday, September 20, 2010
The other day in broadcast journalism class we were assigned the task of shooting video and writing a voice over for a thirty second clip (of a news item) of our choice.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Anyway, the reason this story (of an affair) is so captivating is because it is probably one of the trashiest things I have bore witness to in years. -- The mistress at the centre of the story is a local woman who took the meaning of being vendictive to a whole new level; after outting her lover to his wife on Facebook, the woman then allegedly stalked the couple (by phoning, emailing and texting them at their Florida home) and then posted angry telephone conversations (between herself and her former wrestler lover) on YouTube. She also made a series of videos, telling the story of how she met said-wrestler, complete with the use of hand-puppets, detailing aspects of their "relationship."
A real class act.
In the recorded conversations, which play to a picture slide show of the couple in "happier times," the woman shifts from playing dumb (about posting the pictures on Facebook for the wife to see, and "destroying" his marriage) to warning the guy "not to be on her bad side."
For lack of a better term, this entire story is completely fucked up. In fact, it's gruesome enough to be a well-scripted "reality TV show," with the attention-starved villianess in the starring role. The only difference though, is that usually in reality TV shows, there is some kind of funny, amusing or redeeming quality of the villian. In this situation, the local mistress/attention-starved villianess doesn't appear to have any redeeming qualities. None that she's shown yet anyway.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Monday, September 6, 2010
Sunday, September 5, 2010
When I entered into CreComm, my ambition was to be a "print journalist." (Yeah, I even put that term on the portfolio/application that I submitted. -- when I was asked Journalism instructor, Duncan McMonagle, to explain what I meant by "print journalist" during my entrance interview, I said I wanted to write for a newspaper. Only a newspaper.