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If you want to get a different perspective on my journey, try this blog from Zac. A friend I'm travelling with. zacstravelcolours.wordpress.com

Wednesday 22 August 2012

Proposed Internship Role


I'm very excited to start my first week at Caboolture News. I'm hoping to have a lot of work thrust upon me due to the small nature of the organisation. I would love to get involved with some of the day to day necessities of local journalism. Council, police, traffic crashes and sport all appear to be key tenants of a local newspaper and I want to try my hand at all of them. Of course initially I'm sure I will be escorted by the working journalists there but I fervently hope I will be trusted to report on some of these issues on my own by the end of my time there. I'm also looking forward to learning about how journalism and photography can work together to bring a newspaper alive.
I've no idea what the first week will be like but I'm sure it will be a completely different experience from my previous time at both Channel TEN and QUT News. Caboolture News is obviously much much smaller than TEN and I'm sure I'll be working a lot less autonomously than I did at QUT News.
Most of all I'm just keen to see the day-to-day workings of a newspaper as compared to a radio station or a TV station. I'm sure the people I'll also learn a lot from both the people I meet in the office and out on the job.

Aims and Objectives
Aim: Gain more exposure for my work
Objectives:
Get something published in my first week
Earn a lead story on any page of the paper by the second week
Earn the back page for a sports story in my third week

Aim: Gain more experience in critical aspects of local journalism
Objectives:
Attend a council meeting or court hearing with a journalist in my first week
Call police for the description of a crime in my second week
Attend and report on a council meeting by myself in the final week

Aim: Learn more about how a local newspaper operates
Objectives:
Discuss what makes a compelling newspaper with the editor in the first week
Get similar feedback from journalists throughout the course of my internship
Sit in with an editor as the pages are put together in the final week

Thursday 19 April 2012

The beauty in the distance



I saw you standing by the way
And thought myself lucky, to see your face
I saw such beauty, such style and grace
Hello, I hoped you'd come and say
To shine your light upon my day
I hoped to kiss your lips with haste
Through your shining hair my love I'd trace
Your eyes, your smile, they made me sway

But when I saw you drawing near
Your style and beauty turned to nill
Your eyes, your smile, they made me ill
Your hair fell lank and rank with lice,
In my mind that old refrain I hear
Nice from afar but far from nice

Gulliver's Fourth Journey: Warnerversal Island

First off, sorry to my two followers who I have seriously neglected these past months. This is an exercise I did for a creative writing class. It's my attempt to satirise the modern music industry (Hence the brilliant name mashup title) through the lens of Gulliver's Travels. Let me know what you think.



Journey Five: Warnerversal Island
The island was inhabited by three tribes, each entirely separate and willfully ignorant of the other, except for when the necessities of everyday commerce forced them to interact. The Dylans (when left to their own devices) made music the likes of which I had never heard, far outstripping our own musicians and conveying such emotion as I never thought possible. They were a small group, outnumbered by the Katters, who controlled the island's food production. The Katters saw this love of music, but paid it little attention.

Many hundreds of years in the past, the Murdochs, a cunning minority group, realised the Katters would subconsciously react to certain elements of the Dylan's music. Over the years they'd studied these elements, isolating them and eventually removing them from musicality entirely. They had so far distilled the elements which the Katters reacted to as to be able to completely control them with a series of different high-pitched screams, groans and smashing sounds. These sounds were played all over the island, and in time, the Katters had taken them to be real music, as the Dylan's were forced to make these crimes against creativity in order to survive.