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As I talked to people before starting this blog, I pitched it as a weird form of self-reflective journalism to be shared with an audience. I have some ideas about things I can write about. For example, my first real entry will be about the word carafe and how it’s in my top five favorite words. How would I make it something journalism-related? Well, I’m planning on talking to people who know language and see what they can tell me about carafes and maybe even talk to a linguist who can tell me what it is about words that makes us love them.

But then ideas for topics to write about dry up a little. As I was working the ungodly hours from 3 a.m. to 7 a.m. last night, I tried thinking of other topics I can write about. Some of the ideas were more topical than others. For example, the term “blood libel” has been thrown around a little bit since Representative Giffords was shot in Arizona. Because I don’t want to talk politics on this blog, because it’s done so much elsewhere, I was thinking of delving into the actual topic of “blood libel” and talk to as many experts and not-so-expert people about it. Would that interest you, dear readers?

In case that doesn’t interest you, I thought of another topic I might cover that is completely not topical but very applicable to my life, especially since I work at night, in the dark, in neighborhoods with no streetlights. I was thinking about writing where our fear of the dark stems from. And I’m not talking about ghosts, or zombies, or monsters, or aliens. Even though I’m would curl up into a ball and die if I ever saw an alien while working, or at any time for that matter. Actually, I’m more afraid of getting out of my car in the dark neighborhoods that I work because they are adjacent to heavily wooded areas and I’m afraid some hungry mountain lion would mistake me for food and jump on me and then I’d ironically be the news item.

In summation, I have a bunch of topics that I can start with after my carafe piece. Which one would most interest you?

What you see emanating from the screen in front of you is my fledgling child. At this point, I think it resembles a zygote a bit more. It doesn’t matter. The point is that this thing is quite small. If I’m lucky, one person will read this. If five people read this, I’ll consider it quite an achievement.

As this supposed “adulthood” looms nearer with graduation fast approaching, I decided it’s time I stop talking and start writing. I talk all the time about things I want to do, but rarely ever put them into action, be it fear, or nervousness, or laziness. But I’m not letting those things stop me for once. As an aside: I think it’s weird that I have no problem talking to a complete stranger about something for a story and I have a huge problem with actually starting a journalistic project.

I am a journalism student at San Francisco State University with less of a plan and more of an outline on how I see my life folding out before me. I have goals that I plan on achieving and this blog is a stepping stone in the right direction.

I love writing. I love to travel. Even going down the street harbors things that I’m curious about. Who is this person? Why are they walking their dog at 11:30 in the morning? Do they have a job? What do they do? The questions go on and on. In my efforts to be different from the millions of other blogs, I’m trying to combine journalism and my personal life. Honestly, I haven’t looked to see if other people are doing it, and I won’t because then I’ll just rationalize it to myself as “other people are doing it better, so I shouldn’t even try.”

I’m in the San Francisco Bay Area now, but who knows where I’ll end up as I blog along. I just hope that people read this and learn a little bit about the world around them. All it takes is a few shorts steps and an open mind.