Well, our lives are hurtling forward with many a test and trial, but we're still standing.
Today is Charity's first day on the job and the first day I actually got out there and conducted an interview for the magazine. I bought a handy-dandy Sony voice recorder that's cell phone size and holds 150 hours on its microchip. What's more, it's voice activated, so you don't have to sit there and listen to hours of dead air. The interview I just conducted, while probably lasting 40 minutes, showed up as around 22 minutes on the device! Cool. (I had to read the instructions and there are lots of bells and whistles, including 99 dfferent "folders" and the possibility of downloading recordings onto the computer, etc.)
Speaking of the interview, it was with a really fine gentleman, a Calgary native, who, over 20 years with a partner grew a landscaping business into something huge. We spent a fair amount of time chatting off-topic and there defintely is a greater sense of relaxation and friendliness out here that does the soul good.
I've been attacking this whole matter of freelancing a step at a time, each step sometimes feeling like an impossibility. But at the worst moments things will seem to fall into place and the right call will comes through, or I will read something encouraging, or whatever, and move on. It's definitely a sense of dependence. If this fails, well, I have other options, but I feel I need to give it my best shot.
I was talking with Charity about the technological differences between today and when I worked on a small paper in the 1970's. Back then, we had no voice mail and instead might be handed a note from the receptionist. We used manual typewriters and I never recorded what people said in interviews: I just wrote furiously. Things were just beginning to change to computerized systems as I was leaving the paper (I think). So today's way of doing journalism is quite new (though at least I already had a familiarity with the internet, Word documents, etc.). While I see the benefits of technology, I suppose I can feel a little nostalgic about the slower pace of life back then.
Today is Charity's first day on the job and the first day I actually got out there and conducted an interview for the magazine. I bought a handy-dandy Sony voice recorder that's cell phone size and holds 150 hours on its microchip. What's more, it's voice activated, so you don't have to sit there and listen to hours of dead air. The interview I just conducted, while probably lasting 40 minutes, showed up as around 22 minutes on the device! Cool. (I had to read the instructions and there are lots of bells and whistles, including 99 dfferent "folders" and the possibility of downloading recordings onto the computer, etc.)
Speaking of the interview, it was with a really fine gentleman, a Calgary native, who, over 20 years with a partner grew a landscaping business into something huge. We spent a fair amount of time chatting off-topic and there defintely is a greater sense of relaxation and friendliness out here that does the soul good.
I've been attacking this whole matter of freelancing a step at a time, each step sometimes feeling like an impossibility. But at the worst moments things will seem to fall into place and the right call will comes through, or I will read something encouraging, or whatever, and move on. It's definitely a sense of dependence. If this fails, well, I have other options, but I feel I need to give it my best shot.
I was talking with Charity about the technological differences between today and when I worked on a small paper in the 1970's. Back then, we had no voice mail and instead might be handed a note from the receptionist. We used manual typewriters and I never recorded what people said in interviews: I just wrote furiously. Things were just beginning to change to computerized systems as I was leaving the paper (I think). So today's way of doing journalism is quite new (though at least I already had a familiarity with the internet, Word documents, etc.). While I see the benefits of technology, I suppose I can feel a little nostalgic about the slower pace of life back then.
posted by Ted | 9:37 AM
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