Easily Distracted

After discussing things with baorin_lee  and discovering that weekends = work for everyone, here's the plan for Monday

WHERE: Izakaya Den. Closed on Mondays ;_; Now accepting suggestions. (Worst comes to worst we'll go for tapas.)
WHEN: Meet 7:30pm at Flinders St station, possibility of going for refreshments afterwards.
WHY: To join Emperor Hirohito in destroying the worthless Australian pig-dogs. Free drinks for kamikaze pilots.

Attendees:
Moi
Bjorn
Jaq (whether she wants to or not)
Cari-An
Markling (maybe)
Dazza
[your name here?]

So like, I need to unload some of these hugs. Comment if you wanna come :3

So last night Matt and I went to a life drawing session (as opposed to a life drawing class- this was just a bunch of people doodling as opposed to being taught). The chick was wearing this weird old lady wig which was hard to sketch. By the end of the two hours I was pretty spent, but it was something which I'd sorely needed for a long time. After distancing myself from an activity that at one stage defined me, it was sort of like coming home. Once again embracing something so familiar. I tried not to care about how imperfect the result was. Matt had been smart enough to crosshatch his epic sketches instead of smudge (kinda), though somehow we both ended up covered in graphite.

Ugh, I should have a completed radio show for tomorrow and yet I have not even started. Shoe shopping with Kylie and laughing at people with Matt is so much more fun ;_;

I would like to take a break from writing essays about the media to blog about the media.

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For those of you unfamiliar with the term, "newspapers" are those things you wrap your fish and chips in and use for house training your pet/child. I was reading an article in such a publication the other day and found an article on UQ's journalism school in which one of the professors stated that most students were still aspiring to work as print journalists when they graduated. I was a little taken back. Personally I accepted the death of newspapers even before we entered the new millennium when my father got the sack after working for The Courier Mail for as many years as I've been alive. This coupled with my general geekdom means that I've generally been grooming myself for online reporting, something aforementioned professor said that very few people even considered. This is both a blessing and a curse- for one it means that for once my deviating from the norm may be beneficial, however as we all know most online journos are unpaid freelancers. We're at a time in history where editors have realised "WE SHOULD BE CHARGING FOR ONLINE CONTENT, O SHI-" but no-one really knows how to go about it. As a man said on Four Corners last week, whoever figures out the formula to making online news profitable enough to keep journalists in a job will be a wealthy person indeed.

Until then, prospective journos have three options:
1. Move to country towns like Kingaroy and Roma where people rely on papers because the Internet tubes don't stretch that far;
ii. Do what most others have done and trade in their integrity for the $$$ that comes with being a P. R. spin doctor;
c. C is for Centrelink.

As someone whose qualifications lie in art and writing, I guess I know what my future car is going to look like.



On a note that's more related than you can imagine, last night's party at Catlin's was indeed a welcome study break. It was also a chance to see just how many women in petticoats I could cram into my Echo. We so could've fit more in.