



Ever wonder what the life of a producer is like? Glamour and glitz? Paparazzi? Movie stars everywhere? Hmmm... maybe not. Maybe it's just like your life. Wake up, have some breakfast, go to work, do your work, come home, relax with your family.
Greg Lindsay wakes up at 4 am every weekday to produce the 10 am news on KTTV Fox 11. He chooses the stories, writes and edits most of them (yes, Annenberg, this is real life). The list goes on. He decides what the reporters will do, orders graphics, copies edit scripts, assigns stories to the anchors, and most important of all? Timing the show to make sure it gets off on time. Sounds a bit much? Here's the cherry on top: add some responsibility for breaking news and gathering the production crew together to get it all on the air.
Perfect. Sign me up.
With a list so long and complex, there must be part of the job that is the most exciting. When asked this question, Lindsay didn't surprise me much. "Breaking news is the most exciting. You never know what might happen." I had to dig a little deeper than that.
"What breaking news has been the most powerful to you?" I asked.
Simple enough. He quickly responded, "9/11." I naturally then imagined this immense story... maybe he was working on a house break-in story, and the computers in the newsroom all start flashing RED, RED, RED and beeping loudly for the breaking news to be checked. He checks it as do the other producers and writers, and everyone panics. The studio stops to listen to the producers over the ear pieces. Silence. Channels switch to see what's happening... now the TV people are watching TV people on scene. There is overwhelming sadness...and he, somehow, in all this, has to take a deep breath and write.
"I missed it. I was producing weekends at the time with Monday and Tuesdays off. I bought a new four-wheel drive truck the week before 9/11, and I took it into the desert for a few days. I came walking into the newsroom on September 12 and could not believe it. I was in shock."
Missed it?! Missed it?! I have heard some pretty powerful 9/11 stories in my time. I can only imagine what a story would be like coming from a newsroom. It makes me emotional just thinking of it... and Lindsay wasn't there. My heart goes out to him though. Imagine coming back to that... imagine being the one person who missed it....
But Lindsay continues on.... It has been 12 years now with KTTV. Prior to that, he worked at CBS, NBC, and KCAL. He even spent some time with the Marines. Oorah!
A proud Marine, a strong heart, and yet he's not made of steel. "Lots of stories upset me. Parents who kill their kids, people who abuse their pets, unqualified people being elected president..." But "you just can't let it get to you."
And for those who think the glamorized lifestyle is really glamorized? Think again. Lindsay says, "Nothing in my job has changed my life. I look at my job as just a job. It pays for my life." Maybe our destiny lies in how we do our job... maybe it doesn't lie in our job at all.
What does he wish for? Sounds mighty simple and beautiful. "I would have my own show on the travel channel." And where would he go first?
Asia, Phillipines, Vietnam, Cambodia and Laos. He even owns an apartment in Ecuador.
I say, do it. Go. Life is short. Create your own news. Travel. And if you miss another 9/11, you can always catch up.
President Obama declared Swine Flu, H1N1, as a national emergency on Saturday, October 24. This was well designed to give health providers the ability to speed treatment and slow the spread of the disease.
"The potential exists for the pandemic to overburden healthcare resources in some localities," says the White House, "Thus, in recognition of the continuing progression of the pandemic, and in further preparation as a nation, we are taking additional steps to facilitate our response."
What is really going on? Is the hype justified? Or are blown out of proportion fears penetrating into our psyches?
As a journalist, these questions demand answers. Answers I need to find. What better way to discover realities of an illness than to experience it oneself?
"Well, you don't have mono." Words I won't forget. My symptoms were similar: sore throat, white spots, extreme fatigue, dizziness, muscle aches, and fever.
The Center for Disease Control, CDC, reports that illness with H1N1 ranges from mild to severe. While most people who contract this disease heal without medical attention, there is a risk of hospitalizations and even death.
CDC says, "Young children are also at high risk of serious complications from 2009 H1N1, just as they are from seasonal flu. And while people 65 and older are the least likely to be infected with 2009 H1N1 flu, if they get sick, they are also at "high risk" of developing serious complications from their illness. See People at High Risk of Developing Flu-Related Complications for more information about who is more likely to get flu complications that result in being hospitalized and occasionally result in death."
I did not require medical attention. In fact, by the time I got to the doctor, I was already at the tail end of the disease. I don't find that surprising. I thought I was experiencing school stress. Between an internship and school, few hours remained for rest.
Locally, Cedars-Sinai Hospital recommends basic precautions. Cover your mouth. Wash your hands. Avoid contact with people infected.
Kimberly Uyeda, Director of Student Medical Services for the Los Angeles Unified School District, LAUSD, recently sent a letter home to parents echoing the recommendations of Cedars-Sinai.
This leads me to ponder one thought. How do we as a society fill the gap between "Wash your hands" and "National Emergency?"
H1N1 is not to be taken lightly. Conversely, it is not to be panicked over.
One of the first problems that needs to be fixed is the lack of availability of vaccines. If the public wants to be vaccinated, let them get vaccinated. The creation of a fear and then not giving the option of protecting oneself will inevitably create panic.
CDC Director Dr. Thomas Friedan said, "We are nowhere near where we thought we'd be by now. We share the frustration of people who have waited in line or called a number or checked a web site ad haven't been able to find a place to get vaccinated. Since the beginning of the pandemic, we've seen more than 1,000 deaths and 20,000 hospitalizations. We expect it to occur in waves, but we can't predict when those waves will happen."
Current data provided by MedicineNet.com shows that pregnant women, children under two-years of age, young adults, and individuals with weakened immune systems are likely to have a worse prognosis.
I count myself lucky.
My dog has been to the vet more times in the last two months than I have been out with friends. Taking care of her has nearly taken over my life. I know, I know, that's how it should be... (well, to a point).
After dropping another $320 on a vet bill, I decided to clear my "Bring it on, debt!" head by taking a walk and discovering the beauty of the area rather than the red I see every time I drive to this part of town.
N. Robertson Blvd between Melrose Ave and Santa Monica Blvd in West Hollywood has a lot going on. Who knew?? This tiny strip of street houses many knick-knacks of designers, restaurants, and a big park.
It's finally a beautiful Fall day in Los Angeles. Clouds roll in, sun peeks in and greets you (but doesn't linger too long like some people you may know)... friendly faces walk past you with warm coffee in their hands.
Like fashion? I do. Creativity, peacefulness, and serenity found itself there, too.
A few paces down and across the street, residents were getting ready for the annual book fair taking place in West Hollywood Park.
While walking and taking it all in, I saw two women pushing separate strollers. They, too, seemed to be soaking up the quiet and fresh breeze. I heard them each speaking in different languages; one in French to her daughter and the other in Italian to her son. We all stopped to greet each other, and soon I was speaking Greek. For a minute or so, Robertson Blvd felt like Europe.
Between the spoken languages and the sights, I closed my eyes and clicked my heels three times.
Was I in Europe?
Nope... just Hollywood.
I looked down at my dog, smiled and happily drove home. Robertson Blvd, you may once have only been red to me, but now you're a little slice of France, Italy, Greece, and my beloved literature.
How well do you know Katie Couric? I have to admit, though I admire her work as a journalist, I didn't know that much about her.
And what's with this "digital footprint" concept? My life is out there for people to see. That terrifies me, really. I have several people in my life whom I don't want knowing what I'm up to. Most of my life in the digital, social media world is classified under "private." My information is even "blocked" in certain cases.
Realizing that my profession requires me to be public has me thinking. The Twitterverse has me now. But, so does Google and any other search engine. Have I really been leaving a digital footprint wherever I go?
Well, let's see how deep and wide Katie's footprints go.... (side note, if you ever read this Ms. Couric, I hope you see this as a compliment and sign of admiration.)
And with that, let's proceed...
She was born Katherine Anne Couric on January 7, 1957. That makes her a Capricorn. I know some lovely Capricorns.
Right. Well moving on... pages upon pages upon even more pages on Google are filled with "Katie Couric Bio," "pics of Katie Couric" and "Katie Couric interviews John and Jane Doe, etc." Sixty-seven pages in, these sites still only date back to 2008. Um, that was last year. It's apparent I have to dig to get to anything. Ten pages later, I wasn't allowed access to anything else. Since when do searches come to an end when there's clearly more to learn? Frustration became my friend.
Ok so I decided to go around this screwy system... new search engine and new search. I found out that her daughters are excited about Gossip Girl. Does that count? Probably not... I'm left to wonder if this digital footprint is really for us newbies. Internet rose in 1990s. More than half of my life occurred after the rise of Internet. Therefore, my life can be traced online. Can Katie Couric's life be traced far back? I suppose only if someone after the 90s wrote about her past. Yes?
If you're registered on Classmates.com, you can find her there. Class of 1975--Yorktown High School. I haven't checked my Classmates account in eons and have since changed my name, address, and marital status to name a few. I would now change all my information if I remembered my prehistoric password. I guess I can't view her profile. Wonder who still thinks all that about me is still current... Hmmm... my footprint is already inaccurate.
On one site, I found a list of Katie facts. Here are some:
-Katie sings in the shower.
-Katie had the best handwriting in her 1st grade class.
-Katie worked in an ice cream parlor and as a waitress at Pizza Hut, where she was fired for not doing enough sidework.
-She is the youngest of four children. Siblings are Emily (died of pancreatic cancer in 2001), Kiki, and John.
Google Docs brought me a good laugh here. Old photo, old photo, old photo, and new Katie photo. Nicely done, docs.
TMZ always finds a way to my heart as well. Katie, you are too kind. Vladimir, really, can I see that business card?
Is TMZ the closest to a digital footprint Katie Couric has? Her Facebook is strictly business though she does begin nearly every update with, "Hey, Everybody" making it seem more personal. Searching Myspace only brought me people who either wanted to be her or wanted to make fun of her. She has a Twitter account, and naturally, I am one of the thousands following her. She, however, only follows 83 people. Who are these people? Mainly news, doctors, possibly some family... Hey Katie, would you follow me?
I hope that my digital footprint will be mainly professional as Katie's is. Or maybe my life will be like hers.... simple (in the classy way), girl next door-ish (not in the Playboy way) and ordinary. "Maybe it's trendy to be ordinary," she says.
Alright, fine. I do want a little excitement in my life. Minus negative life drama. Is it possible?
It is if I create my own footprint, right?
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