Home Is Where the Heart Is

News is a strange business for the people involved.  On and off Air.  We're a nomadic bunch of college grads migrating from one market to another every two years or so.  Making new lives, new friends, new loves.  Why though?  What makes the people in this industry so willing to pick up their ENTIRE life and start over.  What are we running from?  

Personally, I want to get up and go.  There is something refreshing about having a clean start in a new town.  I feel like I'm in a rut.  Probably self induced.  There's probably just as good a chance of meeting someone here in Baltimore as there is in Atlanta, Portland, Nashville, ect.  But maybe the change is something that will kickstart that.  

It's amazing what we go through in attempts to not be strapped to a desk.  I worked a 3am to 12 noon shift for a year and a half! Right out of college.  I lost a lot of friends, lost a lot of sleep, and still enjoyed most of it.  I went from that shift to working 2pm to 1030pm Saturday through Wednesday.  A step up for sure but I lost my weekends.  

Work has become my life.  But I love my work.  Hell, I come in wearing jeans and a polo shirt every day.  How many other working adults can say that?  I've met Cal Ripken, seen Barack Obama in person.  How many people can say that?  But the great moments in my work life have been at the expense of any personal life progression.  

I guess I gotta find a balance....Maybe in Cashville.

Current Jam - Drive-By Truckers "One of These Days"

Are you kidding me?

From the Sun's tips for the Obama visit: The following items will be prohibited from War Memorial Plaza: firearms, ammunition, explosives, weapons of any kind

No shit!  Who's the guy that's like "Damn I was really thinking about bringing this crossbow since I'm going hunting later.  Good thing The Sun made sure I knew better!"

Has common sense fallen this far?

Current Jam : MGMT - Kids

Greetings from City Hall

Baltimore is getting a lot of press these days.  The Ravens are one win away from a Super Bowl, The President-Elect is stopping by on Saturday, and of course our dear Mayor is in the midst of a political scandal that even Jay Leno is joking about. (Is joking the right word to use for Leno though?  He's terrible... how about 'talking' instead.) 

It seems we can't have too much of a good thing in this town.  We can't just have a major drop in the murder rate, a good football team, and a speech from one of the most historic presidents in American history.  No no no.  That won't do.  No far too much positive for this city.  I'm glad Sheila can bail us out and bring about a scandal filled with gift cards and fur coats and plane trips and all the wonderful things that make News Directors drool.  

It will be a big weekend for me.  I'll be at the Obama speech, covering more of a story about the people watching rather than the nuts and bolts of the event.  And then I'll be around Baltimore and BWI airport again to get fans reaction to the Ravens beating the Steelers.  If 300+ people were at the airport when the Ravens beat the Titans...I can only imagine what it's going to be like Sunday night.  

Current Jam: Jenny Lewis - Godspeed

SRB For Mayor!!

I can see it now.  Leopard print couches.  Velvet drapes.  And a new flavor of sass in city hall.  We'll have cosmetic weeks.  It'll be great.  

Of course all of this stems from Mayor Dixon's Indictment this week.  Thankfully I wasn't working on Friday as dealing with an over-stressed reporter is one of the least enjoyable things about this job.  I don't know too much about law and all these charges so I'm not too sure how likely it will be that Sheila will resign (hell if she doesn't she'll probably be re-elected) but thinkin of Ms. Blake in the big chair sure leads to some fun thoughts.

Happy New Year

Happy New Year.  This is a cell pic from the roof of the Maryland Science Center on a very cold, very windy, very firework-less New Years in Baltimore.  It gave me a chance to go out and see some friends though.  I had expected to be on that roof well past midnight.