"If you can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen." - Harry S.
Today, I added
the one bazillionth reason why I think the newspaper where I work sucks.
The fire department has responded to a two-story concession stand / press
box type building in one of our city parks four times. Today was the fourth
time... and we let it burn. It was not structurally safe after our first
three visits, so it was better to let it burn.
I was on scene with the FD and took some photos of the inferno. Our newest
reporter and our summer intern showed up. The new reporter was taking some
terrible photos (Where was the editor? This reporter gal is new at this
journalism stuff. She needs some guidance). Anyway, I offered some photos
I had already had processed of the first time we were out there. I also had
some photos of a pretty ugly wreck last week. I was giving the intern the
information when she told me that I didn't need to do that... Why? Because
the photos weren't going in this week's paper.
Okay, let me get this straight. We are a weekly paper. We publish on Wednesday.
We have news and photos on Tuesday and we're NOT going to run them in this
week's paper? What the hell kind of sense does that make? You don't even
have to have the photos processed. I've got actual prints and the information
to go with it. Take the picture. Scan it into the computer. Put it on a page.
It's not like the paper is just overflowing with news.
The intern said that the photos would probably be in next week's paper. Next
week? What the hell? The news will be two weeks old! The news won't be new!
How crazy is that? That makes no frikkin' sense to me.
Damn. I just called
Jessie. I was gonna drop by
tonight and maybe crash there. I've gotta get up in the morning and drive
down to school. It's time to layout the back-to-school edition of the school
paper. And since I spent today inside of my house (with the exception of
the fire) in some sort of depressed, funky mood... I figured it would do
me some good to get out. So much for that plan.
I was cleaning out some old e-mail tonight and found
one dated July 5 from Alex. It
was regarding our little walk / conversation. The person that wrote the e-mail
wasn't the same person that I talked to Friday... when she and I had our
little disagreement of sorts. I wish I knew who the "real"
Alex was. You have "August 11
Alex" (see Aug.
11 entry) and then you have the
Alex that wrote the following
message. I just can't figure it
well, you are probably the freaked out one now ('cause I'm writing). or
you're gonna be... i don't even know what i want to tell you. all i know
is that i had a great time last night, the best I had in a while. we couldn't
have written it up better ourselves. nothing like a bunch of thoughts rambled
up together. basically i just wanted to let you know that i thought about
you today and that last night really meant something to me, too. *please
don't think that i'm trying to hide behind email, i'll tell you this in person,
Okay, so what makes a person go from sweet and sincere to freaky? I really
need to know the answer. (2240)
Yesterday was a busy day fire-wise.
We had simultaneous fires in the morning. We made our second trip to the
concession stand in the afternoon. After the afternoon fire, I found out
that a burn ban had been placed on the entire county. Of course, as I returned
home from said fire, what did I find my mother doing? Burning leaves and
pine straw. Yeesh. (2245)
Long about 1994,
there was a movie called "8 Seconds" that chronicled the life of bull rider
Lane Frost. The score of the movie was, for the most part, made up of one
song in different keys with slightly different beats. The song was written
by Bill Conti and it's titled "Lane's Theme."
When I die, I want it to be included in my funeral some way. It's a slow
song. And the soundtrack version is performed only with a piano. It's soft
& gentle but quite powerful. I can't put my finger on why, but I love
this song. And it's nice to hear a piece and "become one with it" (so to
speak) as soon as you hear it... and that's what happened with this one many
years ago. (2313)