As the college baseball season winds down, I have to give props to the Purple and Gold. Last year it was the farewell series at the old stadium that was capped off with a trip to Omaha. This year it was a pair of dominating efforts, in their new ballpark, that has earned them return trip back to the College World Series. This time the team is a year wiser and is poised for a run at the National Championship. Don't know if I'm going this year but there is a following ready to make the trip to Alex Box North, did you know?
This is shocking. In all my years of political perusing, I have never seen anything like this. I’m sure the Lenslinger Institute and Schumck Alert Central are going to want this one.
With the President on international business, the National Press Core had some free time on their hands. So why not chill with “Bo” Obama, the family dog. What happened next is mesmerizing. The dog, with the attention of the country watching, decides to make a photographer’s shotgun microphone his new chew toy.
I just could not believe what I was seeing. The only question I have is why? Is he jealous of the attention the First Lady gets from all of the magazine spreads? Is he tired of the on going talks of the nation’s economic woes? Maybe he sees the Jonas Brothers as a threat to national security. It this his way of protest for not letting The Pussy Cat Dolls & Snoop Dog have a concert at the National Mall? Alternatively, is he tired of the Press asking the President about his Justice Nominee? Is he rebelling at Bob Barker and his efforts to control the pet population? On the other hand, maybe, he is just giving me something to blog about which would be the simplest reason of them all.
Even though all of the reasons are valid one thing is for sure. He is not coming anywhere near the Fuzzy Mic, did you know?
Ladies and gentlemen. I am pleased to announce that our efforts have paid off and the new Hooters Calendar Girl of the Year is in the B.R. Our lady Grace Espinosa has beaten out the National competition and will now head to the International Swimsuit competition later this year. Courtesy of her MySpace page she had this to say:
HOLY MOLY..... WE FREAKN DID IT...I WON!!!! THANKS TO EACH AND EVERYONE OF YOU THAT VOTED 4 ME... I COULD NOT HAVE DONE IT WITHOUT YOU... REALLY, YOU GUYS ROCK!
Congrats are in order. The world has no idea what they're in for. We wish you good fortune in the next step of the competition. Now I have to figure out a way to get to Vegas, did you know????
There are a number tricks my fellow photographers incorporate to help breathe life into the stories people see everyday.
We have to channel the inner magician within us. However, I’m nowhere near the level of the people who can make national landmarks disappear. However, with a fuzzy wand and a quick edit I can have the peeps at home wondering what just happen.
Take today for example. I’m shooting a story on a standard debate over a bill involving cell phones. Of course, there are the people for and against the bill but when at the Phallus Palace, I try to get the story out of the capital. Namely by finding the people, or the area, that the bill is affecting. Therefore, with my cell phone, some tape, and a couple of creative angles, I was able to put this on the air.
Even though I’m not at the level of most illusionists, I can make black holes in newscasts vanish. Now If I can get a lovely assistant to help with the act. I wonder if Grace is available.
Iconic words uttered from newsrooms across the country, especially on holidays.
Finding a lead story on a holiday rivals that of explores discovering the Holy Grail or the lost underwater city of Atlantis. Simply put, it is a long shot. It is not every day that something shows up on the news radar. That was not the case this time.
Over the weekend on the high seas, a kid from Hammond mysteriously falls overboard off a cruise ship in the Gulf of Mexico during a senior trip. While an investigation is happening on the ship, the Coast Guard continues the search and rescue mission.
Here on dry land, news crews from the region are dispatched to the kid’s hometown for reaction to the latest news. Meaning we go to a prayer service that we are not allowed to attend in hopes of finding someone to talk to us about the latest tragic events surrounding their loved ones. I see we are not the only ones here. Looks like members of the New Orleans Delegation, including the North Rampart District, are in the same situation we are.
As soon as the words, “Please get off the property. And we would ask that you not talk to anyone afterwards”, The Kidd asks, “What are we going to do for sound”? “We are going to keep our distance and wait for someone to come to us”, was my response. I’ve always believe that people will talk when they are ready to talk not when there are a ton of microphones with logos jammed in their face.
Time passes and the services are ending. The parishioners start filing out of the building. I go and let the Kidd do his thing and we get lucky. Somehow, we manage to get some of the kid’s friends to talk to us. It’s never easy to talk to people while they are grieving. I can’t imagine what they are going through.
I know they’ll continuing praying for a miracle but this story may not have a happy conclusion
