I ought to know

John Munro, from Arandel, wrote in the LittleHampton Gazette on the 13th October an article about Englands debt situation which made me feel like an ignorant push-over. He made an excellent point!

Reveal real figures

HOW much do we owe? If I was in debt, I’d certainly know who to, and by how much – and what I had to do to pay it off. If the nation is in such deep debt, who do we actually owe the money to? And how much? I ought to know, but don’t. If the public knew the figures, that would give us a real target to aim at. We’d have more reason to endure the cuts, to make the necessary sacrifices.Each month we should be told by how much the deficit has been reduced (or gone up). Knowledge gives us power; ignorance leads to apathy.

John Munro



Aspirational is my final word to summon up the day as I mould 20 hours of impressions into twelve letters. School was very much business as usual: some necessary tediousness of media law and french grammar; some delightful insight on British Media from the queen of enthusiasm herself, Barbara; an essay in french about the long tail and internets effect on the ideas of gender. A classmate sitting in the other end of the lecture hall today, in responding to a request of telling us what he was thinking, said: "I wasn't thinking, I was listening."

In the evening there was a lecture on "How to break into journalism." I can't say there were any real revelations being made. I'm clinging on to the advice of tenacity, passion, doing it for yourself, lots of practice and getting to know lots of people.

Misch, Misch, Misch is already my journalism idol. Happy birthday! If I was Dumbledore (alive) I would extract our lovely rendez-vous at the pub and put it in the pensive where I could revisit it again but for now I'm at least mummifying it in my blog.

There just isn't enough hours in the day to fit in sleeping...ahh...


Weekly words

Social relationships were strengthened and expanded last weeks and my life gets fuller and more connected daily. I've set up a twitter account so anyrecommendations on who to follow is much appreciated. I attended an art opening at Selfridges taking notes of the vernissage speech, hopefully to use for writing something about it, for practise, since it was a touching example of recent new enterprise models and the efforts in work to ease social stigma and misconceptions.

School is still a bit weird and it's a more secluded craft than I expected it to be, news writing, but it's slowly agreeing with me. It's a different kind of communication that is unnaturally direct and fixed on certain prioritized points; but still tangling the commercial necessity of hauling sales and the condition of complete accuracy. I'm fortunate to have Misch with me though, she makes the journey worth the destination, wherever that might be.
Work has been really good recently because we have such a cool crew working at the moment.

I can't help thinking whether Micheal Moor is extremely well informed and delicate in sensing the current state of the world or if he has shaped the general understanding of our times or neither one of the above? Maybe there is a truth in the model that what happens in America sooner or later strikes in another part of the world? The ties between his arguments and the chain of cause and effect in An Awful Truth and the London riots in august seem to me not too different in their starting point. It even shares commons with Josephssons piece on Backa. Also the whole Occupy Wall street movement is fighting for the opinions put forward in his later film, Capitalism a Love Story, have now also reached the Uk shores, amongst other major cities in Europe. Regardless of what one's views are on that protest movement, even though I must say that after watching The MELTDOWN and finally understanding more about how such a massive economic crisis couldn't be foreseen in a better way, do mainly have sympathy for the movement, it's an optimistic and happy potential peaceful revolution.

If I don't sleep now I might never.
xo xo zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz


Strides of faith

This week term officially leaped into high gear. I finally found the library and borrowed some heavy dust coated books about the very first media barons of Britain. (Summarizing from the first chapter they were mainly a bunch of flamboyant, non-idealistic, mega-ego boozers.) We had our first work shop towards the production of our own 'Question Time' and we have been given our first real assignments. Enjoyable it all would be if I wasn't so concerned at times that by some reason I wouldn't pull through and instead fall flat on my face and end up resenting whichever was more convenient; the course or myself.

Yet, my optimism for an Hollywood ending of succes and glory is intact and there has been very positive experiences too that do not involve my brain trying to decompose all of the content of both The Economist and The New Statesman, regretfully regarding my pink marker pen a stronger asset than my recollection or broader knowledge of current affairs. I've joined the Cheerleading squad!

I've also found a really exciting person on my course who invited me over for some quality hang out time in her brothers garden on Monday. An afternoon of chat, cats, the holy trinity and a bottle of wine, needless to say I had a great time which is to be said also more generally about these recent times. The times of the first fallen gold that singles towards the ground in an air still heated from a not too distant sun, marking the intertwined changing progress of humans and nature that we call autumn.