Saturday, November 14, 2015
Wednesday, November 11, 2015
Awards
Last night, I rode with colleagues to the SPJ awards dinner at a fancy place downtown. With the time change, it gets dark around here by 5 p.m. and we left the office more like 5:45 p.m. Our driver used the Ways app, a crowd-sourced guide to how to avoid the worst traffic, which in modern San Francisco, is like choosing a slightly less toxic poison over another.
As a result, we wove through the streets like a snake, slivering this way and that. It took a very long time to get to the venue.
Once there, I thought about how it used to be, a quarter century ago, when I knew virtually everyone in the room. Nowadays, I recognize almost no one. In my pre-day fantasy, I had expected many people to come up and greet me, since I rarely venture out to these events, and am, after all, someone who has been acive in the local journalism community for 44 years now.
Exactly one person came up to speak to me. Few others knew who I am.
On the other hand, I did not work the room. I felt tired after the day at work, and just sat at our table (Table #1). Journalists love to network at these events, so there was a lot of partying before the main event got under way.
Once it did, our team won an abundance of awards. Almost everyone on my team went up to the podium to accept an award. We took home a ton of hardware.
As the ceremony came to an end, I caught a cab home -- the first time I have taken a taxi in years.
Back home, I thought about all of the awards I won as a journalist, a couple dozen. And I thought about why those of us who endure this work do it, what we are looking to accomplish. And I thought a lot about injustice, unfairness, and empathy.
As I watched my staffers collect their awards, I realized what I love about all of them the most. They are a stubborn, hard-working, egoistic group, trust me. But they all share one characteristic -- empathy.
As they tell their stories, they never portray the people in them as "other" -- they always try to find a way to make them seem like you and me. Which is one form of truth.
If journalism matters, and I hope it does, it is to do work like this. To help us all find our common humanity with each other.
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As a result, we wove through the streets like a snake, slivering this way and that. It took a very long time to get to the venue.
Once there, I thought about how it used to be, a quarter century ago, when I knew virtually everyone in the room. Nowadays, I recognize almost no one. In my pre-day fantasy, I had expected many people to come up and greet me, since I rarely venture out to these events, and am, after all, someone who has been acive in the local journalism community for 44 years now.
Exactly one person came up to speak to me. Few others knew who I am.
On the other hand, I did not work the room. I felt tired after the day at work, and just sat at our table (Table #1). Journalists love to network at these events, so there was a lot of partying before the main event got under way.
Once it did, our team won an abundance of awards. Almost everyone on my team went up to the podium to accept an award. We took home a ton of hardware.
As the ceremony came to an end, I caught a cab home -- the first time I have taken a taxi in years.
Back home, I thought about all of the awards I won as a journalist, a couple dozen. And I thought about why those of us who endure this work do it, what we are looking to accomplish. And I thought a lot about injustice, unfairness, and empathy.
As I watched my staffers collect their awards, I realized what I love about all of them the most. They are a stubborn, hard-working, egoistic group, trust me. But they all share one characteristic -- empathy.
As they tell their stories, they never portray the people in them as "other" -- they always try to find a way to make them seem like you and me. Which is one form of truth.
If journalism matters, and I hope it does, it is to do work like this. To help us all find our common humanity with each other.
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Monday, November 09, 2015
Clouds to the West and South
More rain overnight plus thunderstorms. Came home at lunch to get Dylan (on his day off this week) his burrito at El Metate. Watching Monday Night Football and hoping my fantasy team will finish the night in sole possession of second place, with a 6-3 record. Tomorrow night, going to the SPJ awards dinner with my team to clap for them as they collect the hardware.
Sunday, November 08, 2015
White Butterflys
It rained again last night and the sky is cloudy today. We are starving for water around here, so this is welcome news.
I went to Safeway this morning to stock up on meals for Dylan and me, and also to buy a lot of canned foods and water. Why? I have finally been convinced that I should be better prepared for the aftermath of an earthquake or other disaster.
So now I have a dozen or so cans of soups, beans, corn, artichokes, potatoes and fish in the cupboard. I already have lots of water, candles, and matches.
Not much other news. A huge fire near here this morning.
Aidan solidified his insurance in Missoula for his car yesterday. They had their first snow of the season this week.
Julia doing well in Napa, as far as I can tell.
My team of interactive producers (4) all got huge raises this week from KQED. I have been pushing for this to happen for many months. One of them, Olivia, broke into tears when she got the news. That was the highlight of my week.
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I went to Safeway this morning to stock up on meals for Dylan and me, and also to buy a lot of canned foods and water. Why? I have finally been convinced that I should be better prepared for the aftermath of an earthquake or other disaster.
So now I have a dozen or so cans of soups, beans, corn, artichokes, potatoes and fish in the cupboard. I already have lots of water, candles, and matches.
Not much other news. A huge fire near here this morning.
Aidan solidified his insurance in Missoula for his car yesterday. They had their first snow of the season this week.
Julia doing well in Napa, as far as I can tell.
My team of interactive producers (4) all got huge raises this week from KQED. I have been pushing for this to happen for many months. One of them, Olivia, broke into tears when she got the news. That was the highlight of my week.
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Monday, November 02, 2015
Old Laptop, New Updates
This laptop is ancient (early 2009) and doesn't work very well any longer. None of my technology seems to work very well any longer, which is a bit frustrating for me. Tonight, my second TV stopped cooperating. Or maybe it is the cable box. Either way, I cannot watch what I had wanted to watch.
Yesterday, driving Julia back up to her school in Napa, I somehow missed Napa entirely and we had to drive an extra 30 miles and a half hour to get her there. To be fair, that was not the technology, but me. I thought I had memorized the route but clearly I had not.
She was not chatty yesterday, opting to listen to music through her earbuds instead.
Today, Dylan went to Canyon Market for an orientation. Tomorrow, he starts shadowing to learn how to do his job. He says now he will start drinking tea or coffee in order to be awake enough to do his job.
Tomorrow is also our local election. And also election day throughout the country. I hope everyone who can exercises their right to vote.
Biggest news in these parts? Rain!
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Yesterday, driving Julia back up to her school in Napa, I somehow missed Napa entirely and we had to drive an extra 30 miles and a half hour to get her there. To be fair, that was not the technology, but me. I thought I had memorized the route but clearly I had not.
She was not chatty yesterday, opting to listen to music through her earbuds instead.
Today, Dylan went to Canyon Market for an orientation. Tomorrow, he starts shadowing to learn how to do his job. He says now he will start drinking tea or coffee in order to be awake enough to do his job.
Tomorrow is also our local election. And also election day throughout the country. I hope everyone who can exercises their right to vote.
Biggest news in these parts? Rain!
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Tuesday, October 27, 2015
Happy Birthday, Youngest!
She's out for pizza with friends tonight. Her Mom, 19-year-old brother and I are headed up there to take her to dinner on Friday night.
There are so many emotions wrapped up in transitions like birthdays, for most of us. Right now, I just feel proud of her. Here is a photo of one night four years ago, when she was able to calm down a troubled niece, Sophia, when we were babysitting her.
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Sunday, October 25, 2015
Happy Birthday and an Engagement!
Big news from my oldest son, Peter. He and Claire are engaged!
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