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... about my trip, that is.
So, the quick thought about schooling: a gentleman last night told me that the point of doing a masters in journalism is not to learn things, per se, although that is an obvious side effect. The point is to be able to take a year or two off from scrambling to make a living, and focus on becoming the best journalist and writer and reporter you can be.
And that's really fucking appealing.
Apparently, there are some Canadian grants out there that will give me 20K over two years to go back to school. That probably covers tuition with a little leftover. I'd have to cover the rest with additional scholarships or loans.
So, I'm thinking about it. Patron's proposed fellowship could have the same effect for me, but work out much better financially. And applications aren't due until December at the earliest, so I've got time to think about this as an option.
The soda machines in Newfoundland have a vendetta against me. They want me to be fat. I keep on trying to buy diet pepsi from them, and they keep on either refusing to dispense the diet pepsi or return my money (forcing me to buy something full caloried or just walk away), or immediately dispensing normal pepsi before I have a chance to even press a button. So, I have decided not to trust the machines. They are tricksy.
Last night instead of going to the gay bar (which I hear is not very well attended on Fridays anyway), I ended up going out with some early arrivals for the conference. We ended up at this great high end family-style restaurant, where I had fresh halibut and home made fries. Unhealthy, but tasty.
When I got back to the residences, I reorganized my writing directory according to what I've been reading in A Field Guide for Science Writers, and reviewed some of my old story ideas to see which ones might still be worth pursuing. Then I went to sleep. This morning I registered, had lunch for brunch at a nearby restaurant, and then messed around online. Half an hour until the tour of Signal Hill leaves, so I should jet. After it gets back, I get two hours to regroup, and then off to the gala on a cruise ship. When it gets back, if I have the energy, I may drop by the gay bar. Or not.
So, the quick thought about schooling: a gentleman last night told me that the point of doing a masters in journalism is not to learn things, per se, although that is an obvious side effect. The point is to be able to take a year or two off from scrambling to make a living, and focus on becoming the best journalist and writer and reporter you can be.
And that's really fucking appealing.
Apparently, there are some Canadian grants out there that will give me 20K over two years to go back to school. That probably covers tuition with a little leftover. I'd have to cover the rest with additional scholarships or loans.
So, I'm thinking about it. Patron's proposed fellowship could have the same effect for me, but work out much better financially. And applications aren't due until December at the earliest, so I've got time to think about this as an option.
The soda machines in Newfoundland have a vendetta against me. They want me to be fat. I keep on trying to buy diet pepsi from them, and they keep on either refusing to dispense the diet pepsi or return my money (forcing me to buy something full caloried or just walk away), or immediately dispensing normal pepsi before I have a chance to even press a button. So, I have decided not to trust the machines. They are tricksy.
Last night instead of going to the gay bar (which I hear is not very well attended on Fridays anyway), I ended up going out with some early arrivals for the conference. We ended up at this great high end family-style restaurant, where I had fresh halibut and home made fries. Unhealthy, but tasty.
When I got back to the residences, I reorganized my writing directory according to what I've been reading in A Field Guide for Science Writers, and reviewed some of my old story ideas to see which ones might still be worth pursuing. Then I went to sleep. This morning I registered, had lunch for brunch at a nearby restaurant, and then messed around online. Half an hour until the tour of Signal Hill leaves, so I should jet. After it gets back, I get two hours to regroup, and then off to the gala on a cruise ship. When it gets back, if I have the energy, I may drop by the gay bar. Or not.
