I'll be honest, I had all but given up on this thing. It had become something of a time capsule to me. A way to go back and look at the former life I used to live as a TV news photographer. Sometimes that's fun. Sometimes it isn't. Most of the time I completely forget that I cataloged my television misgivings. I digress.
These days, life is different & it's rich. The last year & a half has undoubtedly been the most personally trying time I have ever experienced in my 32 years on this planet. But it brought me to where I am now, writing this. And in just under a month, I'll be a dad. THAT. IS. CRAZY. And it's terrifying. But it's also very exciting. The only thing I can recall anticipating as much as the arrival of my son, is the day I married my wife.
It's crazy to me to go back and read these tales of claptrap and calamity I once wove. It blows my mind that people still read it from time to time. (Or according to the monthly report I get, people still read it!)
Life is certainly different than it was when I updated this thing regularly. In less than about 8 months, I'll be a college graduate for the 2nd time. I'll be a dad for the first time in less than 4 weeks! And I continue to try everyday to be a better husband and me, for all time.
Sure, there's a life I once lived behind a TV news camera that Noah will never really get to see first hand... But I left a pretty decent trail of breadcrumbs in this thing.
But truthfully, I know one thing is for certain: I've spent & continue to spend a good majority of my life behind a camera. I've seen countless events unfold through the fuzzy screen of a view finder. This sweet little boy's life won't be one of them...
I can't count how many times someone has said "That'll be the most photographed child ever!" Wrong.
Photographs of my child will be of the highest quality and composition, but they won't be the highest in volume. You see, I intend to take 3 times as many mental snapshots, as I do real ones.
After all... I want this kid to call me "Daddy" not Canon.
Thursday, February 12, 2015
I know it's been 161 days since my last post but indulge me for a moment, won't you?
You would have to be living under a rock to not have heard something about this debacle that B Dubs has found himself in. I still don't entirely understand all of the discrepancies that surround his story about the helicopter attack. I know that the long and short of it has to do with his claiming one thing happened, when in actuality, a totally different thing happened. And that's where his credibility bit the bullet.
The foundation of journalism is forged in credibility, trust, accountability, & accuracy. B Dubs has obviously been a little cavalier with his account of what took place in Iraq, and in doing so, has called himself into question over a number of other major events he has covered. And, at least for the time being, he's cost himself a job.
I can't help but wonder how this would have played out in a pre social media world. Twitter & Facebook ignited a fire storm of retweeting, sharing, and so on. It literally fueled the conversation. Suddenly the nation's most beloved news man had found himself as the lead story.
Brian Williams is a guy you like. He's a guy you want to like & believe the best in. And this situation is just sad.
The saddest part for me, as a fan of B Dubs and a former news shooter, is the way it's been responded to on social media.
It's easy to become a pious deputy of the journalistic morality police from the seat of a busted rolling chair in a windowless newsroom when you're taking a break from stacking your 30 minutes of infotainment to check Twitter & catch up on the latest crap you decide to read to distract yourself from the fact that you're really questioning your chosen career path, isn't it?
Now let me be perfectly clear, I do not believe that all news people are the same. I believe that there are many more good eggs than there are bad. That said, I don't think you'll find a more cannibalistic tribe than some select members of the news industry.
To vent your frustrations over this blowout via social media is one thing. To comment about a man who made a mistake, albeit a life altering one, as if you've never, ever screwed up in your life or your career is disgusting.
Having recently become intimately familiar with screwing up, and also knowing all too well that this very blog I write is sometimes seen as a ride on my high horse, I freely admit that I'm just as guilty as every other news schmuck who decided to cast judgment on Mr. Williams.
My point is this: if you're going to publicly shame someone in 140 characters or less, at least check your own closet for skeletons before casting the first stone.