Monday, February 25, 2008


I've been trying to think of something to blog about. I'm wrestling with this huge polarity right now in my work. The stories I'm working on are really on opposite ends of the spectrum at the moment.

I got to spend some time with a 30-piece orchestra in the bowels (okay, the rehearsal rooms) of Lincoln Center (but, like, really far down in the labyrinthine basement of Lincoln Center-HALP!) for a preview of their upcoming revival of South Pacific. It really just tickles the old band geek in me: "OMG! These people are sight-reading?!?! From Rodgers and Hammerstein's original handwritten pieces of sheet music?!" (Why, yes, yes they were.) Which reminds me? This one time? At Band Camp? Okay, I have to stop.

On the other side of the spectrum, I've been working on an A1 centerpiece story about a family with twin girls. Both of them are 6, but one of the sisters was severely brain-damaged when she contracted meningitis at age 7 weeks. And... you know, I just spent the past few hours working on the video, and I'm not ready to talk about it yet. Even with you, dear readers, but I wanted to say hi anyway. I'll put the links up tomorrow when the story runs.

So that's kind of what's going on right now. Oh, and my friend Sarah (my bridal ninja in charge of canine affairs) and I went bridesmaid-dress shopping. Then we had dinner at Chili's. Joel and I drove all the way out to Long Island to get our taxes done, and I forgot the incredibly important list of figures needed to declare my deductions, because I'm kind of a f*ckup. Who geeked out over sheet music. And photographed a little girl whose story will stay with me for the rest of my life.

So that's what's going on with me.

How are you? You look good! Each and every one of you! Did you just get a haircut? You look nice. New conditioner, maybe? I can so tell. ;)


Michelle said...

Could you do the taxes or did you have to drive back and get the sheet or...what happened?


You look good too!

Chunky Photojournalist Barbie said...

I have to make another appointment with the tax guy and go back. Joel could still get his taxes done because he remembered his list, so I sat there feeling embarrassed and ate jelly beans from the bowl on the accountant's desk.