Thursday, April 19
Confession: I miss The Berkeley Beacon
I miss putting together the paper on Wednesday nights in the basement (read: dungeon) of Piano Row. I miss Monday night staff meetings and critiques with Ric. I miss the uber-motivated and hard-working editors, writers, and photographers. I miss picking up the paper every Thursday morning. I miss dancing to the latest guilty pleasure when everyone takes a five minute (in)sanity break. I miss being known as PC (aka Politically Correct)…okay, not so much that one. I miss trying to think of raunchy titles for NIBs. I miss taking photos and editing them down to find the most dynamic image to accompany a story. I miss the weekly miracle of helping a newspaper come into being and knowing it was based on the work of my fellow Emersonians.
I still feel an insane surge of pride for my college newspaper. I was so impressed when they rolled out their new HTML5 website. It makes me happy that even after I’ve graduated, my photographs get used. (Yeah, archives.) For present Beaconites, I hope you know that this alumni is proud to see that the legacy of accurate reporting, distinct visuals, perfect AP Style, and innovative work continues.
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One of the Rewards
A story about a skid row musician who recently played for President Obama is the leading story on LATimes.com. The article is part of Steve Lopez’s column, which means he is quite prevalent in the story. I’m not usually a big fan of columns for this very reason. I much prefer the fly on the wall type of story-telling. However, I love the way Lopez has had a relationship with Nathaniel Ayers. I’ve read through a few of his other articles related to Ayers and have found them truly inspiring. I’d definitely say the desire to do good and to help others is one of the reasons I love journalism. Articles like these serve as a great reminder of how much of an impact a journalist can have. Thank you Los Angeles Times for once again reminding me why I love my major.