Friday, December 14, 2007

Khaled Hossieni at the Herbst

First, the pick:
Khaled Hosseini speaks at the Herbst Theatre on Thursday 12/14.

If you'll indulge me, I really feel like this is one of my better written picks. I spent a lot of time on this one (re: a few days ago) and I think the finished piece reflected the work I put into it. Granted, it was 280-words...not exactly a expose or anything. But I'll take it, especially since the Team Sleep pick was not published, for whatever reason. Oh well.

On to the actual conversation. I could not wait for KQED to rebroadcast these lectures, so I figured I would bootleg my own, mono sound and all.

Caille Millner is an editorial writer for the San Francisco Chronicle, and while her writing has garnered her accolades, I felt she forced the interview. Her introduction seemed rather dry; there was no mention of Hosseini being named Humanitarian of the Year last year by the United Nations High Commissioner for Refugees.

Moreover, with her first question, she broke one of the most important rules in interviewing: always make your subject feel comfortable. It was one of the central points in research methods and journalism courses I took, and besides that, it is common courtesy. Instead, Millner took this route:

Millner: "Now, the film version of The Kite Runner opens tomorrow. And there's been great controversy over the film..."

Hosseini: (inaudible)
I think he says something to the effect of "Oh, that's how we're going to start."

(Audience laughter)

Millner: "That's how we're going to start. Particularly...(inaudible)...concerning this one scene that relates to the rape of Hassan...(inauduble...might have been "one of the characters in the film")...What do you think about this?"

Yeah, the recording's kind of bad, but the point is that Millner immediately leaps to the question of the rape scene in Hosseini's The Kite Runner and the controversy over its film portrayal. I understand Millner's approach, which is that she's trying to ask a germane question. This is an important question here, and one where Hosseini could provide a lot of insight, but it also holds deep emotional and social ramifications here. Professors always taught me with interviews that you must establish a rapport with a respondent, that you have to establish some sort of trust. Once trust (or some sort of quasi-relationship) is established, then the hard-hitting questions can come out. To throw the the very big concept of rape out there not only complicates the interview from the beginning, it tarnishes any chance of establishing rapport. Even Hosseini acknowledged the awkwardness of the opening with his light-hearted interjection that got the audience chuckling.

I cannot quite make out all of Hosseini's response, but he answered the question thoroughly and emphasized that the "kids were never hurt" in the scene, that the portrayal was just a portrayal, that the actors involved are safe. The question still set an uneasy tone for the conversation that never really subsided.

If I had to do the interview, I would have asked about his childhood in Kabul, how he got into writing (an audience member asked him this later), and what immigrating to the US was like. Get him talking, then ask more thematic related inquires about his work, his books, his characters, etc.

I got to ask my question:
"First off I would like to thank you for coming in. As a young writer I was hoping to gleam some more advice. You mentioned earlier about writing based upon your experiences. You can't write in a vaccuum. You have to be grounded in your own reality. I was hoping if you could give some further advice, perhaps on how you get through writer's block, how you develop your characters...how does writing come to you?"
(?) = inaudible or indecipherable
Hosseini: "For me it's always been a process of trial and error, of testing things, of the fact that when I sit down to write a first draft, that's it's going to be a miserable failure. And you have to accept that it's a necessary failure, because it will lead somewhere. And that I have to put down all these other tasks until (?)...and not be discouraged by the fact that 1700-pages of (writing?) something turns out to be a dead end. You have to accept that that is a necessary part of what it takes to build a manuscript.

You know, I meet a lot of aspiring writers now on the road. And a lot of them, well, not a lot, but many of them...it turns out that they are not really writing...(?) It kinds of goes without saying (?) but in order to be a writer, you really have to write. You have to write all the time. It's just one of...you really have to do it, especially if you're writing a novel. Once you hit that 50-page mark, it really becomes cumbersome because the romance of having started (this project?) is over. And now you're kind of in the blue collar section. You have to show up there, you have to punch in the clock, you have to sit down, and you have to do it. And just not get discouraged."

Real encouraging, haha. Basically, sit down and do it.

At the end of the discussion, I met Brenden Salmon, who is associate producer of City Arts & Lectures. He was actually the person handing out the mics for the audience participation segment, and he was a charming fellow who catered to pesky audience members like myself. It must be tough running around the theatre and coordinating question-taking with another fellow mic-person, but Brenden did a good job.

Now to research picks for the next couple of weeks...

Sunday, December 9, 2007

For a limited time only!

I'm on the San Francisco Jazz Festival website! My preview on Chava Alberstein has been quoted. I feel awesome. I'm looking forward to the show tonight.

On another note, I erased half of my notes from the Treasure Island Music Festival. No more bootlegged recordings of Thievery Corporation, Gotan Project, DJ Shadow and Cut Chemist. No more interviews with Thievery or Au Revoir Simone. ARRRRRGGGGH. Must learn how to use recorders correctly. Truly frustrating seeing as I had two of my first interviews with musical acts ever. Then, Gotan only threw down the greatest breakdown I have ever heard live on Triptico. But I'm determined to look past it and see this as an opportunity to record more great stuff. And to learn how to use digital recorders.

More apps finished last night after skipping out on the Prefuse 73 show...which sounded like it would be an awesome show, based on the cuts I've heard...I need to start thinking long-term here, especially since I've renewed my look towards a journalistic job...

Wednesday, December 5, 2007

Why Why Why

Some Guardian clips:

Israeli singer Chava Alberstein performs at the Herbst.

I get 1/5 of the RZA pick.

I just sent it my weekly picks for the Guardian for the week of December 12-18. One is a regular 100-worder for Sunday the 16th for a band named Team Sleep. The other is a 250-word whopper (well, I submitted 280! D'oh!) on writer and advocate Khaled Hosseini. He wrote The Kite Runner and most recently A Thousand Splendid Suns. I got assigned the piece at about 4:30 yesterday. I read the e-mail sometime around 5:45. I bought the book at 6, read for about 40 minutes, ate dinner, read for an hour and a half, went home, dawdled for a couple of hours, then spent 11:30-3:30 finishing the novel. The book was really good. How good? Well, you'll have to read the pick for yourself, next Wednesday. The point is, for the last 14 hours, except for sleep between 7-10AM, I have either been:

1) reading A Thousand Sleeping Suns
2) listening to Team Sleep on YouTube or Myspace
3) writing about Team Sleep
4) writing about Khaled Hosseini.

I really love how writing comes (or doesn't come) together in some weird late night session, but I really hate how it makes me feel afterwards.

Tuesday, December 4, 2007

Back into the swing of things...

It's been a long time coming, and rather than type out a lot of the updates going on, I've written them down. I like the texture of writing, the tangibility of pen in hand, ink on paper. There is so much going on with blogs and design and animation which is stunning and amazing in its own right. But transcribing text electronically still doesn't beat writing by hand.

What's been going on?
San Francisco Bay Guardian picks last week:

Frank McCourt
at the Commonwealth Club in San Francisco.

Eric Schlosser
at the Herbst Theatre, benefiting 526 Valencia.

Frank McCourt proved a sharp and witty mind, slightly sarcastic, outspoken, upfront. Teaching kids in inner-city New York would probably drag down even the cheeriest of souls, but McCourt managed to hang in there for 20 years. He was personable throughout the interview and the book signing, undoubtedly a practiced hand at these sorts of events. His advice to young writers? "Scribble." McCourt apparently used his own scrawled notes over a number of journals for the source material of many of his works, most notably Angela's Ashes. The tangibility and maneuverability of ink prevails over the clunkiness of electronics!

Eric Schlosser impressed me not only through his work and credentials, but more so through his demeanor. Erudite and opinionated, yet soft-spoken and self-effacing, Schlosser represented a lot of what I hope to be, both career- and person-wise. Former UC Berkeley Dean of Journalism Orville Schell mediated, an excellent choice for the conversation. Schell has his own journalistically-loaded CV, and you could tell the two had a great deal of respect for each other. One of the highlights of the program took place when Schlosser turned the tables on Schell and began asking him questions, turning the program into an organic discussion, a meeting of minds. I could go on and on and on, but I would simply sprawl into next week with my material. I will say this - I got the last audience question for the night: "What advice do you have for young readers? And if both of you could address the question... (I also whimpered "thanks" as the micperson started backing away from me)"

Both Schlosser and Schell converged in their advice: Be passionate about what you do. It was great to see them address me directly, despite me being locked in the corner seat of the balcony way high up. Something clicked in the way both distinguished men addressed me; whether these are self-made delusions of grandeur remain to be seen. I am interested to hear the dialogue when it comes out.

Anyway, 3 AM as I typed this, but I needed to start typing on this lovely blog again. The fuel for keeping me going?

This group from Japan called Soil & "Pimp" Sessions has a
jam session
on DJ and music aficionado Gilles Peterson's website. I really cannot stop listening to this stuff. "Aggressive alternative jazz" is what the band's MySpace says; I suppose that's as good a summary as any.

An excerpt from Jon Stewart on "Bill Moyers Journal"


I discovered this as an audio podcast on iTunes...and am glad I found it on video. This is the part where Stewart and Moyers discuss Stewart's interview of Senator John McCain (R-Ariz), really insightful in regards to the conservative ideological agenda. Look for Moyers' slip up at 6:09...particularly telling. I'd recommend the full audio podcast (or viewing it on YouTube) for a stirring conversation on politics and proof on how lucid and intelligent the "Daily Show" anchor really is.

And of course, a little humor in
Conan and Chuck Norris


"...that make me stupid...and you a whore." Classic! Thanks to Sofie for the heads up...

Friday, October 12, 2007

Clips!

This week in the Guardian,

Techno and Dubstep DJs match wits at Surefire v. Kontrol for Saturday, 10/13 at Temple nightclub.

Commentary: I have to say, I'm glad I experimented with this blurb. The idea of different styles collaborating while clashing made the whole family metaphor easy to chew, a little harder to digest. I think I made it work though.

Religion writer Don Lattin for Tuesday, 10/16, at the Booksmith.


Last week...


I had my first set of news blurbs in San Francisco Downtown Magazine.

I previewed the lyrical bout between B-Legit and Planet Asia at Fat City.

Unfortunately, my preview for Ulrich Schnauss did not make print because the show at Cafe du Nord was already sold out. No point in printing a pick if people cannot buy tickets to the event, but I was still slightly annoyed that I put in some thought and effort into a 100-word blurb only for it to go to waste.

Here's what it might have looked like:

Wednesday October 3
Ulrich Schnauss

Forays into ambient electronic music are difficult. Stray too much towards spacy, roaming melodies and soft percussion and the end result becomes more yoga mixtape than listening experience (no offense to my yoga-ficionados). German producer Ulrich Schnauss has leaned towards that direction on previous releases, but latest album Goodbye (Domino) suggests a departure. Schnauss weaves his signature atmospheric sound with rock riffs and guest vocals, including the melancholic tones of collaborator Judith Beck. On highlight cut "Stars," Schnauss relies on Beck's ambiguous intonations to power the track rather than a typical, elongated buildup. (Kevin Lee)

With the Fleeting Joys and Manual

9:30 p.m.
Café du Nord
2174 Market
(415) 861-5016
http://www.cafedunord.com
$12 advance tickets, $15 at the door

Ah, the lost blurb.


Two weeks before...

Love was in the air, and I took a glimpse at perhaps the largest electronic music event in San Francisco.

Eclectic and irreverent hip-hop duo Dead Prez sauntered into the Bay Area, hoping to move heads and hearts with their contentious and provocative rhymes.

Monday, September 24, 2007

A Great Weekend

It's amazing how much a few days will recharge the batteries, even if you're physically fatigued, just because of all of the people you saw, all of the conversations spoken, all of the habits observed and lessons learned.

Thursday I had an unexpected 3-hour long conversation over sushi at local spot Joshu-ya. Friday I had a delicious German dinner over at Schnitzelhausin SOMA with Ryne, Ian, and Karl. I had 2 half-liters of this most delicious beer ever, Oktoberfest, apple cider with a bite. So sweet, so smooth, so easy to get drunk on. I ordered the wiener schnitzel, a platter of fried meat with potatoes and some kind of fruit-flavored sauerkraut. Somehow, my friends and I managed to trek to the Mezzanine to dance crazily to Simian Mobile Disco , which was not the most rational decision, because I had work at 8 AM at the Cal Student Store. After hopping and head-banging to some crazy beats and breakdowns, I hitched a ride home and nabbed 4 hours of sleep.

With the help of a cafe mocha, I got through a busy football day at the Cal Student Store (fans come in on game day, so it's our busy time), and welcomed in Saturday night. Sofia and I went to the Outback Steakhouse in Pinole. She had the New York Strip (juicy and tender), I had the Rack of Lamb (a little too stringy for my tastes), then we both took in the sight of the Chocolate Thunder from Down Under, this massive chocolate cake with a gob of ice cream and a gob of whipped cream stacked on top. Truly a dessert for the gods. We later took in the cool jazz sounds and boardgame vibe over at the Albatross on San Pablo Ave, where we engaged in a little interactive Scrabble.

Sunday, I went to a picnic over near Lake Anza at Tilden Park, where Marlo, Elba, Rebecca and I ate some bean-and-ham sandwiches (sounds weird, tastes great) and played a hilarious game of touch football. Nobody could keep their footing because of the slippery mud, and people just kept on falling. You had to be there. I rushed home, grabbed my roommate's golf clubs for some lessons at the range over at Tilden Golf Course, a little east of Berkeley. Started with the 5-iron, hit ok, went to 7-iron, hit more precisely, transitioned to 6-iron, started to get a feel for the whole backswing thing. Then I went with the driver, and there is something strangely empowering and manly about turning your hips and demanding every erg of energy into that small white sphere, that sheer exhilaration when that metal club meets that dinky thing, and KA-POW...you launch that missile into space. Of course, I was totally incapable of truly harnessing such power; my ball swerved right every time. But still, out of all of the clubs, the driver gave me the greatest satisfaction....accuracy be damned!

This was a deliciously packed four days of movement and action. There comes that question in an interview: "If you had a week to do whatever you wanted, what would you do?" I've already had four of those days. The next three would probably be:

1) Tennis at Wimbledon, followed by watching an Arsenal football match.
2) Rock-climbing, taking in the sunset at the top.
3) Scuba-diving, followed by some more clubbing.

...or something action-packed like that.

I mean, I'm on a roll. Last weekend was Treasure Island Music Festival. This weekend, all sorts of crap. Next weekend is San Francisco LoveFest. Life's good right now.

Friday, August 31, 2007

Wednesdays and Fridays are my weekend

"The experimentation with downward social mobility continues." That is a really shallow and arrogant way of starting an entry, but it was the first thing to come to mind. I don't mean to be arrogant with respect to those who work hard to move up (or stay afloat). You can read my whole mobility quandary in the entry before, but I mean that opening sentence in the least offensive way possible.

I still work close to full-time hours at my current position, and it's nice to see faces I haven't seen, play a little catch-up. It's a bit of a grind, where everything becomes routine: Greeting, Ask Questions, Make Conversation, Type in some stuff, Goodbyes. It becomes standardized, automatic.

So I really enjoy it when a thoroughly organic conversation arises. I ask people about their apparel, their books, their first week back, usually standard conversation-openers. But then, every now and then, a stimulating exchange occurs and for a brief minute, I'm reminded of the spontaneity of dialogue.

(Random intermission: Blogger apparently does not recognize "dialogue" as a word because whenever I type it in, the red squiggly lines that indicate a misspelling appear. Which is ironic because...well, isn't the point of blogs to increase dialogue? To foment exchange among individuals?)

I feel more confident as a result of this job, partly because of the fulfillment derived from any sort of positive production (money), but also because of the unique satisfaction I gain from this particular job, where I have to constantly interact with people and challenge myself, put myself out there. It's really a great mini-ethnography, where you observe people, pick up hints, and take into account everything. Sometimes I'm right, sometimes I'm wrong, but it's strangely stimulating...if I'm not too much in "computer mode" where I automatically regurgitate lines, usually at the end of the day when I'm on a blood-sugar low.

Sigh, a strong part of me feels like I'd ALMOST take this job for free, just from all of the social cues and interaction and experience I am gaining (and probably should have gained five years ago) but I'm definitely in this for the money, and I just got my first paycheck, so I am happy about that.

Wednesdays and Fridays are my only days off, so I want to do some work then, but I just end up lazing about because I want to recharge my batteries. But I have an internship with a magazine coming up! Which...well, takes up my Wednesdays and Fridays. So I could be going 9:30-5:30 every day. This could get interesting...

The more career-oriented job hunt goes on. I have an interview next week which I'm excited about, and I have a couple of places whom I'm still waiting to hear from. I still have AsianWeek and Hyphen articles in the work, and I'm still doing stuff for the SFBG.

Clips for this week's issue of the Guardian, which includes previews of Keak da Sneak, Doin' It In The Park, and DJ Funk. I'm excited about DJ Funk, a Sunday show, I'm going to see if I can make it to the other events, but I still have some typing to do, and I still have Cal v. Tennessee to attend. Packed Labor Day weekend ahead.


Until next time...

Sunday, August 19, 2007

My feet are wrought of balsa

First, a preview in the Guardian of
lyricist MF Doom
and
comedian Lewis Black
(scroll down). Both aren't my best work, and to be honest, I did like the preview of Doom's show in The Onion, San Francisco edition. But I was tired and busy and yada yada yada.

Speaking of busy, it's tough trying to look for a career-oriented job while working a pay-the-bills job at the same time. In a sense, I asked for it. I wanted to know more about working nearly 40 hours a week, while trying to work late nights, while seeking a career. Part of me, sick as it may sound, wanted to deliberately struggle, to have aches and mental fatigue from a long day at work. I think to myself that I've been kind of spoiled, I don't really appreciate how hard my parents work. So I'm trying to re-create that sort of atmosphere...it's hard to describe. I want to make ends meet, but I also want to see what it's like when I don't have the luxury of waking up at noon, taking 2 classes, then falling back asleep. My mom thinks I'm insane, because I'm going backwards from what many kids seem to want, to either perpetuate or improve upon their current lifestyle. This holds especially true for children of immigrants. Upon arriving here, many newcomers have little, and try to stress the importance of hard work and school to their kids. The kids, in turn, attempt to gain some sort of upward social mobility.

Yet, in a sense, I am going "backwards." Why? Well, part of it is out of necessity as I do need some money. But there is also a strange curiosity for me in working a 12-hour day. It's as if I am really earning my money, and my body could not agree with me more. My entire lower body pulsates with soreness.

What's weird is that I can feel a transformation taking place, I am becoming more confident and battle-tested, I spark conversations, I weather difficulties. Even as I wear and tear my body, physically and mentally, I feel myself getting stronger. It's kind of like mental football practice, the constant, intense grind builds and builds and builds muscles that you didn't even know you had. I can almost feel new muscles forming, tightening, bulging.

The problem is, what's the cost? I'm dead tired, but have to leave my apartment at 7:30 tomorrow morning. I had no weekend to speak of (work on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, so working on weekend nighs is not highly recommended).

I plan on trying this out for a little bit of time (fist job= temp). Hope I can parlay some of the money and job skills to something bigger and better.

Monday, August 6, 2007

What I'm Reading...


  • Sports Illustrated's Peter King. The guy writes about training camps and how much he loves traveling and meeting people; this edition of Monday Morning QB might as well been a travel profile about middle America. He even mentions how he gets paid doing what he loves. What a job.

    An illuminating article on one woman's hustle by Novella Carpenter . Can you think of a better name for a writer? In her blog, she experiments with consuming only food produced in her "mini-farm"...in Oakland. Farming must be hard enough in a natural landscape, but to produce food in an urban environment? An insightful experience.

    For California magazine, author Pico Iyer profiles Cuba, vibrant and rife with contradictions in this modern day. Something about the prose really appeals to me. Perhaps it is the article's subject, an "exotic" country. Perhaps it is how Iyer "humanizes" Cuba, endows the country with personality through its citizens, its people (he helps an individual gain political asylum in the US, only to see him delve into underground elements here). I'm not really sure, but something about how Iyer travels, how he manages to pick up things here and there, is really enticing. I hope to pick up his other works to see if he maintains this prose in longer works.
  • Oh, Silly Newspaper Websites...

    Corporations and moguls continue to cripple our great newspapers. Consolidation and resource-sharing have stripped newsrooms and newsprint of their uniqueness, leaving them standardized and predictable. The desire to meet specific and immovable profit margins overrides the demand for well-trained professionals who offer nuanced reporting and editing.

    Nowhere is this more evident than a newspaper's website. All I want to do is find an internship deadline and an application at some of the nation's leading dailies. And yet, wave after wave of fruitless links frustrate me to no end. My fist rolled in a ball, I resist launching a flurry of hooks at the mocking computer screen.

    See, newspapers aren't going to offer crappy-paying internships up front. They're going to hide them, seclude them, surround them with links on news, then weather, then local, then business, then sports, then classifieds. Ho oh, the classifieds. You think that would be the place to find a job at your desired newspaper, but STAY YOUR TYPING FINGER, my friend. The "Jobs" link only leads to a forum for local jobs THAT HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH JOURNALISM. Tricky, my elusive editing employers.

    Instead, one must wade into the muck of the "Contact Us" or "About Us" sections, where a library of information awaits on various editors, columnists, reporters, or on the history, values, and direction of the paper. Don't click on "JOBS"!!!...Persist, and you will find that loving, alluring phrase: "Employment Opportunities (at the Fill-in-Newspaper)."

    There is what you seek! But wait, more distractions! Do not heed the call for a newspaper delivery boy, those unsung heroes who rise at some godforsaken hour. Your goal awaits!

    There! Internships!!! Arrrrgh, but more frustrations! Snail mail contact only?!! No phone? No e-mail! Surely a ploy!!!

    Re-route to google, type in name, find some info, cross-check information...Voila! Contact information updated for the 21st century!

    NOW to send in that preliminary interest e-mail to the corresponding editor...only to wait a probable month for a response.

    Like they say,it's not what you know, it's who you don't bludgeon as you search for a newspaper internship.

    Some tips on my journey:

    Look up college sites on internships or entry-level jobs. I found some stuff on UC Berkeley's Journalism School website, but also found some good info. on NYU's and Columbia's schools of journalism.

    Be persistent. Many newspapers have similar layouts, since they're owned by the same big company. Use that to your advantage. Look for familiar phrases like "About us" (code for Human Resources).

    Make a list. Keep the newspapers you're interested in on some nice, handy, easy-to-refer-to list. Make a checklist to ensure you're checking up on these publications every so often.

    Friday, August 3, 2007

    Nihonmachi and Pistahan

    Check out my previews of Nihonmachi and Pistahan as published on AsianWeek.

    I'm grateful to AsianWeek for giving me the opportunity to write about two premier cultural events in the Bay Area. My thanks to Marsha Nunotani and Grace Horikiri of Nihonmachi and Luz de Leon of Pistahan for taking time out of their busy schedules to talk to me.

    Thursday, August 2, 2007

    Hey, I'm published!

    Ok, so it's a couple 100 words, but it counts right?

    A preview of DJ Icey's show at Mighty in SF

    Author and Washingotn Post correspondent Thomas Ricks talks about his new book, Fiasco

    I haven't checked out this week's version of AsianWeek yet, but my article on two Asian American festivals should be in there. Nihonmanchi and Pistahan are coming up on the weekend of August 11-12, and the coordinators whom I talked to could not be nicer. Cultural immersion, fun activities, free food, it's all there, so I recommend that anyone and everyone go.

    I had an interview last Friday that I thought went well, but I have not heard a call back from them. Lesson: Never overestimate. Be realistic. I'm going to call and check out what's up.

    Off to Fresno for some family stuff this weekend, but I have an interview coming up and a Hyphen meeting coming up, so I'm looking forward to that. Look for me to start ranting and raving on their blog. Plus, I just finished this gigantic application process for a big journalism program, so I'm stoked about that.

    Until next time.

    Wednesday, July 25, 2007

    Looking Up...

    I attended the Hyphen meeting last night, and I felt I contributed, considering it was only my first meeting. I now have an assignment which I'm really excited about. I'm raring to go. I can offer something to Hyphen, I'm not really sure what that something is yet, but I'm going to be ready, whatever tasks lie ahead.

    I just submitted some picks for the Guardian, so I'll be sure to post the links on here when they're out next week. How ironic that I originially interned for the SFBG as a news intern...and now I'm writing music and writing picks! The format challenges me, because I have to input as much information as possible into maybe 100 words. But picks provide great writing practice, force me to keep my ear to the ground, and help me give props and publicity to musicians, performers, and lecturers.

    I need to get a calendar...a journalism teacher, John Marvel, once told his class that he keeps a whiteboard (bulletin board?) of all of his assignments, with all of the due dates, so he could keep his deadlines straight. I don't have that many obligations, but I have just enough to keep me slightly frazzled, so I may have to take that advice to heart.

    I turned in six or seven applications last night, so apparently I can still produce some resumes, even with all of this freelancing chaos going on.
    Unitl next time...

    Saturday, July 21, 2007

    Yeesh

    In short, the cold visit turned out to be meaningless. I told the secretary about my intentions to visit the person in charge of applications, the secretary went back in the heavily guarded and fenced office area, and returned a min. later. "I'm sorry, (insert name for person in charge of application) isn't here, but I did talk to somebody, and she said that they sent out e-mails for the first round of interviews, and that if you haven't been notified, then you haven't been selected."

    Ouch, and I know the secretary didn't mean it to sound so matter-of-factly, but it came out that way. I'm not angry at the secretary though, I'm more mad that (insert name) lacked the guts to come out and tell me straight up. It was obvious (insert name) was there, the stress on the secretary's voice and the glint in the eyes made that plain to see. And I doubt that if (insert name) hadn't been there, the secretary would have known to ask someone else about my very specific inquiry. Maybe I underestimate the secretary, but if I was a betting man, I would bet (insert name) simply sent the lackey back out to regurgitate verbatim the aforementioned statement.

    I think I'm bitter just because I wanted this gig pretty badly, it seemed really interesting, and it was a freakin' internship. If I can't even get a freakin' internship, how in the world am I going to get a job? Ouch, reality check for me.
    Suddenly, all the effort I put out, the resumes and cover letters, the clips and attachments, doesn't seem quite so fruitful at the moment.

    At least it's Saturday... :)

    Friday, July 20, 2007

    Cold Visits

    I'm about to go visit a publication here at Berkeley...I'm going to call it a "cold visit" because it's like a "cold call" but in-person. I'm not really into cold visits, but I figure I have no job and I don't really have anything to lose.

    I don't really consider myself an outgoing person, which is part of the problem. I'm not the type of person to walk up to somebody random and strike up a conversation. It's just not me, although I have been trying harder to break out of that shell. People who know me know I can be quite talkative, it's just under what context, what type of situation I'm in. I think that's why I like to write so much, I can express what I'd like to say without having (as many) reservations. I'll put it all out here, you think about it, then respond.

    Problem is, writing is just not as spontaneous or as improvisational as a face-to-face conversation. Which is why I'm making this cold visit. I can express things in-person that I simply cannot through my resume or cover letter.

    I made a major mistake though on Wednesday. I actually called the job coordinator of this publication, but bungled the message I left on her voicemail really badly. I was just like, "Hi (insert name) this is Kevin Lee, I hope your search is going well (what the hell does that mean?), you don't need to call me, just e-mail me, hope to hear from you soon, buh-bye."

    Hahaha, ridiculous right? You ever have a time in a bar when you approach a girl with a complete gameplan set up, then you get to the girl, and your mouth turns to mush? That's basically what happened. I got lost in the situation.

    For all you job newbies out there (including myself):
    1) Leave a number. Who cares if they don't call you. The point of this is that you're checking up on them. Put the ball back in their hands. Really stupid of me not to do that. What do I have to lose if I do leave my number?

    2) At least leave some means of returning the call. I said "just e-mail me"...but then didn't leave an e-mail address! Just because I submitted an e-mail, doesn't mean she's actually looked at my resume and actually extracted the e-mail address from it! As applicants, it's our jobs to make the job search as easy as possible for the coordinators. Give them as many ways as possible to contact you. Don't give them an excuse not to.

    3) Make sure you're in the right of state of mind to make a call. Know what you're going to say, then say it. I had a lot on my mind when I made the call, and I wasn't really focused on what I needed to say to the job coordinator, and it showed.

    So now I'm going to set up a game plan for the cold visit.
    1) Re-iterate my interest in the job. "Your publication seems like a great place to learn about journalism because..." "The subject matter in your publication interests me because..."

    2) Tell why I'm a good fit for the job.

    3) Offer ideas of suggestions for the publication to show you've been paying attention.

    4) Keep things friendly and open. Offer contact info. again.

    I'm going to approach this like an interview, and if it goes well, and if it doesn't...well the search goes on.

    Wish me luck!

    Thursday, July 19, 2007

    Welcome!

    I'm kind of in a rush (what freelancer isn't?) so I'm going to say a few words about what this is about...then potentially delete it and write up a more detailed synopsis...

    My name is Kevin and I recently graduated from Cal with a B.A. in sociology. Cal is a great school, good standing, nice people, all that happy stuff.

    But Cal alone won't get you a job. Correction: A major in sociology at Cal won't get you a job.

    My interest is in journalism, the fourth estate, the public watchdog, the marketplace of ideas. That's great and all, but I'm more concerned about getting paid and paying rent.

    So "freelancer" means that I am trying to write my way into some sort of permanent journalistic job, but it also means I'm throwing myself out into the job market and seeing what sticks.

    The primary purpose is to share some of my silly vignettes as I interview for jobs and check out places to sublet.

    I almost forgot; this is my current situation:

    Crashing at my friend's place for an undisclosed amount of time.
    No permanent job.
    Little less than $2000 in my account.
    No support from parents ("It's for your own good.")

    I must admit, I am from a middle-class background and I do have a wonderful, doting family. I know people have done much more with much less, and I do not mean to grandiosely brag about any success I happen to achieve. I just want to profile what life is like for a young person who just graduated from school and is now looking to enter the job market, bright-faced, naively optimistic, and ready to shake a few hands while shaking up the Bay Area.

    So if you'll indulge me, check back every few days, and see what silly mistakes I'm going to make as I venture out into the world. And if you want, share some silly vignettes of your own about entering in the job market, I'd love to hear some feedback.

    Enjoy.

    -Kevin