Saturday, February 28

The passion of the journalist

I spent most of my Friday evening on the phone (nothing beats a two-hour interview), and then I trooped home from work with the fruits of my labor (nothing beats a microcassette for screaming Serious Journalist) and a transcriber, so I could spend my Saturday evening listening to my interview again and attempting to put it all into neat quotable chunks. You know, not to be blasphemous or anything, but I think I'd rather pound nails through my hands. Who's with me?

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