Thursday, November 17, 2022

The Supposedly Grand Opening

As a journalism student I had presumed at some point I was expected to begin a blog, just didn't expect it to be the first thing I got assigned to do.

The internet age has of course, given rise to the notion of the self-employed revolutionary, terror of the big corporate worlds, and the voice to the normal people, all those notions preaching to the choir. Not to say I don't believe you can be that, or would mind taking that role, just that it is easy to get swept up in the grandeur of your role as a creator, and what began as a professor alloted project I was meant to half-ass, my mind of course begins to bill it "The debut of my journalistic career and a statement to define myself for years to come", as naïve and romanticized as that sounds. A quality of mine far more recurring than I note it to be

So with context given to this ramble, I have a message to myself in the coming years as the changing tides of my viewpoints shift along the storm of what we call the Information Age: yours isn't the only voice that matters, and the best thing you can do and learn as a journalist, as someone still foreign to the field, is listen and respect.

Boy I can't wait to be claimed by future-me to be stupid for saying that.

Some actual coherent writings and thoughts to come soon, just a way to get things started here.

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