tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361469322024-03-08T12:54:12.634+00:00Write Out ThereFollow in the foot-steps of a rookie journalist studying at the University of Westminster (all content on this blog is comment).zinkydayshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01423418824690966040noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36146932.post-79934298212055713702007-08-06T16:11:00.000+01:002007-08-06T16:37:12.122+01:00Water Log: Day 7 (Sunday 5th August)The final day is here and my mind is already starting to think past water efficiency.<br /><br />I know the day will be an easy one as I have a lot of bath water still collected to use for toilet flushing, which leaves me with a very generous daily allowance.<br /><br />This surplus reflects in a variety of small luxuries, drop sized rewards for my hard work over the week. I use a quarter of a litre to make up a salt mouth-wash I use daily, another half litre to wash raspberries and vegetables, the same again for cooking pasta.<br /><br />Relaxing and for the first time in ages, not worrying about water and planning use, I struggle to remember how bad I felt on Friday. Even on that bad day I always knew restrictions would end soon, it would have been much tougher otherwise.<br /><br />Thinking over the week I wonder what lessons I will take with me back into 'water as usual' life. I'm sure I'll slip back into bad habits, but I do plan to try and make small changes.<br /><br />The tap won't be left running and running and running as I clean my teeth. I will wash fruit and veg in a bowl. I'll be a bit more aware of just how long I'm luxuriating in the shower.<br /><br />In one area I'm not budging, you've guessed it, the toilet goes back to being flushed as many times as needed. But maybe I will get a bubble bag for the cistern to reduce the amount of water it uses.<br /><br />Urban, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Islington</span> life doesn't lend itself well to big revolutions in water efficiency and I have missed normal socialising desperately. But small changes make a great difference the water companies will tell you, and reflecting on some of my previous water-waster habits I agree with them.<br /><br />Armed with my usage figures, I am going to do some number crunching to find out just where all that water went this week. Maybe the stats will throw up some interesting trends.<br /><br />Having generally ignored water issues before; hose pipe bans, bah, that's ridiculous - turn off taps, state nag nag nagging and why don't they sort out the leaky pipes first anyway - I have a new found respect for just how important this simple two-element compound is to our bodies, homes and lives.<br /><br />I remain a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">splashingly</span> enthusiastic aqua fan but may just listen a little more to seriously to appeals to use water wisely.<br /><br />Water used:<br />1.5 litre - drinking water<br />0.5 litre - cleaning teeth and retainers<br />0.5 litre - cooking pasta<br />0.5 litre - orange squash<br />0.25 litre - washing strawberries<br />0.25 litre - washing vegetables<br />0.25 litre - salt water mouthwash<br /><br />Total: 3.75 litreszinkydayshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01423418824690966040noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36146932.post-64882835319912444292007-08-05T16:44:00.000+01:002007-08-05T17:36:48.692+01:00Water Log: Day 6 (Saturday 4th August)I am clean! I am clean! I am clean!<br /><br />You get the point, it's shower day, I'm excited. As I eat breakfast I can't wait to get into the bathroom and turn on the taps. A short five minute non-power shower uses 35 litres of water, so I set my alarm clock and jump on in.<br /><br />Our shower takes ages to find the right temperature, you have to move the taps with <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">millimetre</span> like precision to find that point between ice cold and scolding - but I don't care and get in anyway. It is wet, refreshing, invigorating and just damn good.<br /><br />The five minutes is enough to wash the anti-gravity hair and have a good body scrub. As I turn the taps off I am so pleased to be clean. I plugged the bath beforehand, so also have about half a tub's worth of warm water collected, which I use to shave my legs and generally splash around like a child, beaming.<br /><br />As I step out, it occurs to me that I now have 35 litres of what they call <a href="http://www.greywater.com/">grey water </a><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">sloshing</span> around that can be used for all sorts of other stuff. If I hadn't shaved my legs, this would make excellent clothes-washing water - or for those with gardens prime plant-thirst quencher.<br /><br />I don't have to wash any clothes thankfully, although if water week was going on longer this is exactly what I would do. So I get a bucket and instead use the water as an alternative to toilet-flushing. It works surprisingly well and there seems to be a never ending supply. I use around 16 litres over the course of the day and the bath is still about a quarter full.<br /><br />Feeling rather smug about my sudden water riches, I splash out later in the evening and wash the salad I'm having for dinner. As I do, it occurs to me that I could have done this all along - wash the salad over a bowl and simply transfer this into your washing-up rations. Hey presto fertiliser poisoning avoided. Oh well, shortage makes you get creative, I'll know for next time.<br /><br />As one last treat, I have a fantastically good cup of Earl Grey tea.<br /><br />I know I'm on the home run now, with my water efficiency figures well in target and enough bath water to last for at least another day the hardest part is over. There may even be some water spare for more treats tomorrow.<br /><br />On the subject of my increasingly reclusive lifestyle, the friend in Brighton who has taken to calling me smelly was saved from a visit this weekend. Just a few of the anticipated problems - how could I not flush in other people's houses, we would inevitably eat-out as the plan was to hit gay-pride, and how much water does a car use on a trip to Brighton anyway? It just wouldn't have been practical.<br /><br />Apparently it takes <a href="http://www.beer-pages.com/protz/features/protz-the-brewer.htm">7 litres of water to make one pint of beer </a>(one blogger says it can be as much as <a href="http://water.groxie.com/">300 pints </a>indirect water), so I would also have been sober - entirely <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">unprecedented</span>! Now that's just no fun, is it...<br /><br />Water used:<br />35 litres - 1 shower (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">yay</span>)<br />8 litres - 1 toilet flush<br />2.25 litres - drinking water<br />0.5 litre - washing teeth and retainers<br />0.5 litre - 1 cup of tea<br />0.25 litres - washing salad<br /><br />Total: 46.5 litreszinkydayshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01423418824690966040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36146932.post-10911058393585481852007-08-04T15:14:00.000+01:002007-08-04T15:53:53.887+01:00Water Log: Day 5 (Friday 3rd August)It's a hot day outside and I have a feeling that this might make water efficiency tougher. All the advice says that you need more water as the temperature goes up and obviously there's the potential to smell alot more.<br /><br />The day starts with washing up and I'm proud as 3 litres of water gets me through two loads - last night's takeaway dishes, which make the water smell of crispy duck and hoi sin sauce, and the usual breakfast plates and cups. The water lasts surprisingly well despite it's strange odour.<br /><br />I head into Islington to do some shopping with my boyfriend and his sister and am pleased to be out of the house, although I don't feel great. I am actually dirty now, it's got past the stage of worrying what others think, it's more the annoying self knowledge that you're just not clean. And being around others who are emphasises that.<br /><br />Having said that, I'm not stared at and I don't detect any judgemental looks from shop assistants or people walking by. I try on hats in Mambo and feel bad that I might be contaminating them, but do decide to buy a nice light blue trilby sunhat.<br /><br />Boyfriend's sister asks, "When was the last time you washed your hair", when I tell her Sunday she is surprised and asks why my hair is not filthy. I am secretly delighted but tell her it is, she says it looks more like I've just sprayed a lot of hair spray on - which is probably quite accurate. When I take my hair out of a ponytail it has gravity defying forces and stays put where it is, needing encouragement to move back down to usual hanging position. It's very unpleasent.<br /><br />As we pop in and out of shops I feel pretty rough. I have a headache, am tired and grumpy, as well as feeling too hot, sweaty and very thirsty. I'm unable to eat-out (can't track the water footprint) so we head home for lunch and I feel guilty again that this obssession with water is affecting other people's lives. There is just no room for compromise and socialising doesn't fit into the rations.<br /><br />Back at home the thirst continues. I start to get a small cloudy dot moving across the sight line of my left eye - this happens sometimes when I get very dehydrated so it's not scary but mildly frustrating. I worry that my body is punishing me for cutting back my water intake so quickly and piling in a load of pesticides - it can't say 'wash before use' on fruit and veg for no reason.<br /><br />After food and a much need extra 0.75 litres of rehydration I am feeling better and say good bye to the holiday makers as they jump in a cab to the airport. The flat is clean, the dishes done and the toilet flushed so my water needs for the day are taken care of.<br /><br />I start to think about shower day tomorrow. So far I've used 69.25 litres of water and saved 30.75, add further savings tomorrow and I've made the 35 litre allowance I need for a full five minute shower. It will be such a treat to be clean.<br /><br />Water used:<br />8 litres - 1 toilet flush<br />3 litres - 2 sets of washing up<br />2.25 litres - drinking water<br />0.5 litre washing<br />0.5 litre - teeth and retainer cleaning<br /><br />Total: 14.25 litreszinkydayshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01423418824690966040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36146932.post-36229722680951661672007-08-03T23:25:00.000+01:002007-08-04T01:21:38.241+01:00Water Log: Day 4 (Thursday 2nd August)So the day comes when I am exposed in all my grubbiness to someone other than my boyfriend.<br /><br />Luckily (for them) it is not my old work mates, all 'city girls' who are consistently perfectly groomed. Someone is not feeling well and we reschedule for next week. They chuckle when I tell them about water week saying it's definitely best we rearrange.<br /><br />Thinking about the arrival of my boyfriend's sister, I'm concerned the flat is a mess. We usually have a cleaner on Wednesdays, but unable to control her water usage and feeling hypocritical about someone else sorting out my mess, I cancelled.<br /><br />I start on a water free cleaning spree. Hoovering is water neutral, so I make the most of it sucking up hair and other mess from the bath and sink, they look cleaner already.<br /><br />I can't spare any water to actually clean things so I do a lot of dry wiping with cloths (this strikes me as a false economy as I would still need to wash these if the experiment were going on longer).<br /><br />Teeth-cleaning water has a multiple use as sink and toilet-lid cleaner, and already the place is looking more presentable. Perhaps I can pull this off after all.<br /><br />After yesterday's accidental toilet flush, I have nothing in the rations to take extra action in this area. I leave the once daily tug to just before guest-sister's arrival. This is a mistake. For the first time the bathroom starts to smell like a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">portaloo</span>, not nice!<br /><br />Whatever economies can be made, reducing below a flush a day strikes me as completely <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">unhygienic</span> and not to be tried. Some air freshener works magic in getting rid of the smell and half a bottle of toilet duck goes down the offending lavatory (more doubts about chemicals compensating for water being a good thing).<br /><br />Feeling rejuvenated after a whole litre's worth of full body wash, I contact water companies for quotes about efficient water use and wonder whether anyone else on the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">blogosphere</span> has as much of an <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">obsession</span> with the blue stuff as me.<br /><br />I start surfing... <a href="http://www.waller.co.uk/bloggas.htm">The Waller </a>has some good practical every day water saving tips, the stuff you'll find in a lot of the company and council literature - get a bag for the toilet cistern which reduces water per flush and don't run taps while cleaning teeth.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/environment/water">Guardian unlimited</a> have a blog area dedicated to water. <a href="http://www.waterconserve.info/blog">Waterconserve</a> has an interesting snippet about water being the next carbon, quite possible with the <a href="http://www.wateryear2003.org/en/ev.php-URL_ID=3671&URL_DO=DO_TOPIC&URL_SECTION=201.html">UN</a> and <a href="http://web.amnesty.org/library/index/engIOR100022003?open&of=eng-398">Amnesty</a> already making noise about future shortage and water as a human right.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.water-guide.org.uk/blog.html">Water-guide</a> gives a general overview of industry issues, prices and flooding. Many of the blogs have a more general focus on climate issues - this <a href="http://environmentdebate.wordpress.com/">environmental debate site</a> was one of the best I found.<br /><br />All surfed out, I pack up the computer and welcome guest sister with a hug. Boyfriend and sister have <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Chinese</span> takeaway for dinner, unable to trace its water footprint I restrain! It strikes me this water restricting lifestyle is not a very social one.<br /><br />On the plus side, no one has mentioned that I look like I've been dragged through a hedge backwards. I am grateful.<br /><br />Water used:<br />8 litres - 1 toilet flush<br />1.5 litre - drinking water<br />1 litre - washing<br />0.75 litre - cleaning teeth and retainers<br />0.5 litre - cooking pasta<br /><br />Total: 11.75 litreszinkydayshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01423418824690966040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36146932.post-52044670721464354552007-08-03T22:32:00.000+01:002007-08-03T23:20:58.191+01:00Earl digs global warming, man...Earl of 'My Name Is' fame jumped on the global warming band wagon, in last night's episode on Channel 4.<br /><br />After spending too much time reading serious science and a litany of polarised views over the last two months, it was good to see climate change treated with a lighter touch. Christian Slater even guest stars building dung houses, "hey when it rains our houses melt, we just build them again". You can't argue with that.<br /><br /><a href="http://newsbusters.org/node/9149"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Newsbusters</span> </a>summarises the episode well, although is suspicious of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">NBC's</span> Gore-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">esque</span> lefty motives. Check out the comments for the usual range of strong views.<br /><br />A less right of centre overview is <a href="http://www.mynameisearlclub.com/2007/04/04/this-thursdays-my-name-is-earl-episode-sneak-peek/">here</a> - closer to the tone of the episode which I didn't think was preachy. You just can't seem to mention the two big Cs in any context these days without get strong reactions on all sides.<br /><br />Some snippets from the show taken from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Newsbusters</span> blog, Darnell (as always) is inspired:<br /><br />“Earl (Jason Lee) and his brother meet a commune of “hippie people” who convince them “we got to keep reducing greenhouse gases and reverse global warming.”<br /><br />The two regulars enter the commune to give Earl a chance to make amends to a former <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">stoner</span> name Woody (played by Christian Slater). They (and the audience watching at home) end up getting lectured about the evils of climate change complete with charts.<br /><br />As Earl explained “By the end, I was freaking out” and so was his brother Randy. “Hey, this is messed up, man. Does anyone else know about this? 'Cause we should tell the president,” Earl exclaimed.<br /><br />Afterward, Earl became a complete convert and purchased a litany of loot – “Florescent bulbs that use less electricity. Reusable hemp bags for shopping. And look. Shampoo that's not tested on animals. I feel bad for those lab animals running around with dirty hair, but if it's better for the environment, that's the sacrifice they have to make.”<br /><br />He then vows that he’s “going to fix” global warming and goes to his ex-wife Joy’s house to convert her. When she mentioned her husband had planned to pour used oil into the creek, Earl says: “You can't pour oil in the creek. If you do, the bar graph goes up, the pie chart gets bigger. The next thing you know, you got a big picture of the Earth with a sweaty forehead and a sad face.”<br /><br />Only Joy’s new husband Darnell dared to question with this line: “I do care. I'm just not sure global warming is caused by man. I think it's a bit anthropocentric to think humans could have that much effect.”<br /><br />Finally, Earl had a complete “meltdown” while the Joni Mitchell song “Big Yellow Taxi” played in the background. (“Paved paradise and put up a parking lot.”) Earl returned to the commune where he got sage advice from Woody/Slater, "If everyone would take 5 minutes a day to do something they normally wouldn't do then we wouldn't have this problem"<br /><br />Just as it seemed he might actually make sense, Woody/Slater threw out: “Oh, and, uh, you know what they said about eating an apple a day? Don't, 'cause they're loaded with pesticides.”zinkydayshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01423418824690966040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36146932.post-32447403158173729982007-08-02T13:08:00.000+01:002007-08-03T22:32:03.278+01:00Water Log: Day 3 (Wednesday 1st August)Disaster strikes! The thing I have dreaded most since starting this low-water lifestyle happens, I accidentally flush the toilet!<br /><br />8 litres of prime shower-reserved water washed down a drain in one foul flush. Frustrated is not the word. Obviously it's nice to have a clean loo, but it's better to have a clean self and I have been fantasising about that shower... a lot.<br /><br />Its has been a day of water extravagance all round, as I also take the plunge and tackle the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Everest</span>-like pile of dirty dishes in the kitchen. 3 litres is the minimum needed to fill the sink to about 3 inches deep, so I make do with this small amount of water.<br /><br />Usually I fill the sink to the top, plonk all the dishes in and leave the tap running to rinse away every last bubble. I've had stand offs with my boyfriend before about this, he swears neglecting to rinse dishes is unlikely to kill you.<br /><br />I had to take him at his word today and try the new method. In one way 3 litres of water is more than I've seen for a good few days, it was lovely to have my hands submerged in the cool wet sink. In another this was such a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">minuscule</span> amount compared to usual, that I wondered how clean the dishes could really be.<br /><br />They were clean, not sparkling, but clean. The water was black by the end with floating debris in it, but still it seemed a shame to let it run away, so I have saved it for another washing up session in the morning.<br /><br />On the social front, I've decided against meeting the girls in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Islington</span> tonight, mainly because I'm snowed under with work. But also, when you're feeling grubby and your hair looks like <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">WD</span>40 has been poured on it, it takes some of the fun out of socialising. There's something really rejuvenating about showering, it clears the mind and makes you ready for excitement. I'm missing that.<br /><br />Lots of people I've spoken to today have been offering tips and anecdotes about water. My sister, "have you heard about dry-shampoo, Boots own brand is best", I have and will most likely be getting some now that my shower is in jeopardy.<br /><br />My mum tells me lots of stories about Ireland in the 50s, people carrying water for washing day and having a bath once a week. We're only a generation away from a time when water access wasn't taken for granted in the way it is now. Perhaps in a generation we can change people's habits again, I've read somewhere that schools teach children a H-2-Oh song as part of <a href="http://www.london.gov.uk/sponsorship/press/21032006.jsp">water education </a>these days. "People did manage to stay clean" my mum tells me, which brings home what a novice I am at this game.<br /><br />When I look in the mirror I notice that my lips are slightly chapped. I feel thirsty, but then I often do. My daily water intake is prodigious. I often sit with a 2 litre water bottle in front of me all day, necking it like an addict. Add to that a couple of pints of squash in the evenings, as well as tea, juice and lots of fruit and veg, and I'm probably well in excess of the <a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/health/healthy_living/nutrition/drinks_water.shtml">recommended daily intake</a>. I think my body is missing all this water.<br /><br />I am missing water...<br /><br />Must work harder tomorrow to try and save back some litres for the shower. This could be tough as my boyfriend's sister is coming to stay and quite rightly, he is uncomfortable about restricted toilet flushing with guests around. I'm determined to get the water from somewhere though.<br /><br />Water used:<br />16 litres - 2 toilet flushes<br />3 litres - washing up<br />1.5 litres - drinking water<br />0.75 litre - cleaning teeth and retainers<br />0.5 litre - washing<br />0.25 litre - cup of tea<br /><br />Total: 22 litreszinkydayshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01423418824690966040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36146932.post-70710518196924312582007-08-01T10:01:00.000+01:002007-08-03T22:31:44.248+01:00Water Log: Day 2 (Tuesday 31st July 2007)Day two in the water saving house... my aqua obsession continues.<br /><br />Bodily <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">hygiene</span> has so far remained manageable. I'm not smelling - as far as I can tell anyway and nobody has said otherwise. My hair is taking on that two-days unwashed greasy look, but if I don't walk past mirrors too much it's ignorable.<br /><br />Towards the end of of the day the skin on my back gets itchy and I am missing washing my hands regularly, which seem to pick up a grubby feeling throughout the day.<br /><br />I have been closeted from too much reaction to cleanliness issues as I've been working at home all day. I am due to be out and about on Wednesday and Thursday evening, so more creative thinking may come into play then.<br /><br />Despite six toilet trips today, I again managed to restrict myself to one flush making a massive difference to daily water total. The toilet is starting to look mucky, so I look at it less.<br /><br />I decided to treat myself to some cooked dinner. The water conservation mentality has obviously settled in as almost without thinking I picked up the smallest sauce pan I own to cook rice in - the milk pan size that usually sits unloved in the back of the cupboard.<br /><br />This meant I only needed 1/2 litre of water to cook with (about 1/2 pint) as opposed to usually 2 to 4 litres at a guess. Draining the rice was a bit of a luxury, but I mistimed it and all the water evaporated leaving the rice dry cooking for a few minutes - enough to need a rinse afterwards. Thoughts popped into my head about the environmentally friendly qualities of risotto rice, which absorbs all the water that's needed for cooking without any waste.<br /><br />The '<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">chili</span> con-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Quorn'</span> mince mix was already prepared in the freezer I just added kidney beans. I would usually rinse these but as they're preserved in water anyway this was a luxury that could be missed.<br /><br />It's a struggle for me eating fruit and vegetables that haven't been washed. Yesterday's salad somehow <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">seemed</span> passable - <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">tomatoes</span> and lettuce are so clean looking anyway. Today's <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">strawberries</span> had a lot of grey dust stuck to them in places and I ended up throwing away one's that just didn't look edible. I also have a thing about pesticides - a bit of dirt won't hurt you as my mum always says, but what about all those chemicals?<br /><br />The mountain of dirty dishes grows in the kitchen to be dealt with on another day. On the up side, having so far saved 19.25 litres the chances of taking a shower sometime in the next 5 days are good. I'm glad of small luxuries.<br /><br />Water used:<br />8 litres - 1 toilet flush<br />1.5 litres - drinking water<br />0.75 litre - washing<br />0.5 litre - washing teeth and retainers<br />0.5 litre - cooking rice for dinner<br />0.25 litre - rinsing rice<br /><br />Total: 11.5 litreszinkydayshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01423418824690966040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36146932.post-70072370398281754412007-07-31T15:52:00.000+01:002007-08-03T22:31:11.746+01:00Water Log: Day 1 (Monday 30th July 2007)Well, judging by the numbers my first day of restricted water use has gone pretty well, I came in under quota at just over 11 litres. It would have gone even better if I hadn't unintentionally kept turning the tap on, very annoying. It is really surprising how much of a reflex action this is.<br /><br />And what did I use my 11 odd litres of water for. It roughly slots into two areas, cleaning and sanitation.<br /><br />Washing with half a litre of water was easy enough (for once I'm glad of my miniature sink) although it's only just sufficient for a quick splash clean. As this is the first day and I bathed last night, it's not too much of a hardship but I'm sure this will change soon.<br /><br />Washing my teeth without a running tap was by far the most finicky of tasks. I'm currently wearing plastic teeth retainers to correct a collapsing tooth and they're really not easy to clean without the force of running water to remove sticky toothpaste. Hopefully they'll survive the week without getting too stained.<br /><br />I managed to restrict myself to one toilet flush despite four trips during the day, as this is such a big extravagance there just isn't an alternative. It's not wholly pleasant, but certainly livable with and I haven't reached the stage of Glastonbury portaloo - yet.<br /><br />I also ate cold food all day (cereal for breakfast, bread, cheese and ham cold cuts for dinner) so saved on any cooking water. The dishes are still sitting in the kitchen, but I figure it's best to wait for a large pile to develop to maximise the luxury of filling the sink (probably 8-10 litres at a guess).<br /><br />My plan is to scrimp and save as much as I can in order to try and fit in one shower later in the week. That means saving at least 5 litres of water a day.<br /><br />All the beakers and jugs have made me feel like I'm back at primary school on rainy day play times. I was a water addict then and used to love playing at the sinks moving water from one bottle to another.<br /><br />In all honesty so far the impact has been minimal. My boyfriend commented that it will take a few days to kick in - when I need to wash clothes, or really fancy a hot cooked meal with fresh vegetables. I suppose anyone can survive a day or two of shortage without seeing major effect.<br /><br />It is clear however that at these rations water can only be used for the most necessary of functions. The sink for example is already showing signs of grime gathering. I'd love to turn the tap on and get rid of this as I know it will stain as it builds up, but it's just not worth the aqua outlay.<br /><br />So I guess it depends where you prioritise. A friend who I may visit at the weekend was horrified when I told her I might not have showered for a week. "Can't you just go thirsty?" she asked. Even if I could the 2 litres saved wouldn't add up to anything near enough for a good long scrub. Perhaps I won't be visiting after all!<br /><br />Water used:<br />8 litres - 1 toilet flush<br />1.5 litres - drinking water<br />0.75 litre - washing teeth and retainers<br />0.5 litre - washing<br />0.25 litre - accidentally turned on tap to wash tooth brush<br />0.25 litre - accidentally turned on tap to wash spring onion<br /><br />Total: 11.25 litreszinkydayshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01423418824690966040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36146932.post-57741238028841606622007-07-30T16:35:00.000+01:002007-07-30T17:20:03.765+01:00Water Week<a href="http://www.water.org/resources/waterfacts.htm">H2O</a> is the hot topic at casa Youle right now, as for one week only I'm living off African water rations in the name of cutting-edge journalism. A daily diary of my experiences and water usage will be kept here, and others may even log their thoughts on my increasing whiftiness.<br /><br />In practical terms, my water allowance is 20 litres a day - the average for many Africans and probably some Gloucestershire residents at the moment. The normal daily water usage for a Londoner is about 160 litres, so the the numbers speak from themselves this is going to be a difficult adjustment.<br /><br />When I started planning water week I had some worries - how often would I be able to shower, would I be able to cook pasta and rice as often as I usually do and would I need to invest in a new beaker for teeth cleaning? I don't have a car, or a dish-washer or a garden - surely this won't be too hard!<br /><br />As my research continued, I realised the issues were going to be far more basic.<br /><br />A bath uses <a href="http://www.uswitch.com/Water/How-Much-Water-Use.html">80 litres of water, a shower 35 </a>- and that's for five minutes, not my usual splashingly long 20 minutes. Flushing the toilet once uses 8 litres of water, this made me panic. How was I going to survive on two toilet trips a day? Add two litres of drinking water to stay healthy and there's not much left to play with.<br /><br />So I started body analysis. How many times a day did I go to the loo, never less than five after a few days counting. Oh dear! After discussions about whether I should increase my water supply (boyfriend - no that's what it's all about, what sort of journalist gives up when the going gets tough), I decided to go for the hard slog.<br /><br />At best, I'm hoping to survive on one toilet flush a day and still wash occasionally. More than one person has already suggested that I should find a local park with bushy wildlife if the going gets really tough. I'm hoping it doesn't!<br /><br />In preparation for the week ahead, I washed all my clothes this weekend and indulged in a long, hot bath yesterday evening. I know some might say this was cheating, but hell, I was already missing the blue stuff and thought I'd go out with a splash. I've also warned everyone I've spoken to that I might start to smell a bit by the end of the week, they have all been polite so far.<br /><br />Armed with my measuring jug, an optimistic outlook and a new found respect for the amount of water I casually wash down pipes daily, the experiment has started. Watch this space.zinkydayshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01423418824690966040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36146932.post-9017532291496132002007-04-24T13:33:00.000+01:002007-04-25T00:19:52.605+01:00Review #1 - David Foster Wallace: Literary footnoteReview of David Foster Wallace's book, Brief Interviews with Hideous Men -as seen on<strong> Westminster News Online's</strong> <a href="http://www.wnol.co.uk/mag%20issue%204/new_coursesite.swf"><strong>WOW magazine</strong></a><strong>...<br /></strong><br />Unfamiliar language structures ripple through David Foster Wallace’s book of short stories, Brief Interviews with Hideous Men, like a strong undercurrent pulling the reader through dark water. Vast, page long, footnotes insist that you read backwards and forwards at the same time. Seemingly endless sentences skip along holding your attention for pages at a time before offering the release of a full stop. In one short story a conversation is presented as numbered and sub-claused report.<br /><br />The book consists of twenty-three short pieces of writing which all use vibrant language and innovative form. Each of the stories has a different narrative structure which jolts expectations and demands attention. Just when you think you’re on top of one unusual story structure, something new creeps into the next to shock you. The intensity of the writing makes it hard to penetrate, but very addictive. Vivid, ryhthmic, bouncing language and descreptions in second-by-second slowed down time feature heavily in Foster Wallace’s writing.<br /><br />The three extracts which give the book its name, Brief Interviews with Hideous Men, are journalistic in style. Each details a number of conversations which start with a label containing a number, date and American state. A transcription of one person’s part of the conversation is given, with the other part simply marked as Q and left blank. The reader becomes the questioner, any form of omniscient authorial voice is shunned.<br /><br />Suspicion about narrative voices echos throughout many of the stories and at a deeper level seems to dictate the innovative structure of the writing. In one of the densest stories, The Depressed Person, footnotes are used instead of a narrator’s voice to offer a second viewpoint in the writing. Multiple voices remain in the piece, but the narrator’s voice is broken up and treated cautiously throughout.<br /><br />Signifying Nothing is a dark comic piece of writing which describes a strange childhood memory that causes tensions in a family’s life. It’s a simple story told in the first person which is both funny and perplexing. Many of the stories make an impression simply because of the freshness of language used in them. ‘Forever Overheard’ offers a description of light and water in a swimming pool that echos David Hockney’s 1960s pictures of Californian water in intensity.<br /><br />The language throughout Brief Interview with Hideous Men is vivid and fresh, it cuts through the stories assisting the reader in penetrating new narrative structures and dark themes. The originality of the writing and it’s insistence in questioning form is sharp and refreshing, it continually asks where voices in fiction come from. Foster Wallace uses language to act like the sucked lemon slice which helps to wash down the many tequila shots of radical form. Both are sharp and will not be to everyones taste, but the combination results in an innovative, original piece of writing that is bursting with attitude.zinkydayshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01423418824690966040noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36146932.post-69483201064084196102007-02-23T01:36:00.001+00:002007-02-23T02:01:57.536+00:00King Ping Pong<strong>Ping pong ping pong – bounce boyng bounce…</strong><br /><br />A quirky <a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk?sport1/hi/other_sports/table_tennis/4752356.stm">BBC2</a> documentary devoted a full 60 minutes (of admittedly late-night viewing), to following the rise and rise ping pong tonight. Yes, ping pong! Teenagers of the world grab that remote and tune in.<br /><br />Or so I would have thought before watching anyway. As it turns out - not so. This bouncing sport is apparently cherished by a veritable glitterati of intelligentsia. The reason - playing table tennis leads the mind into a Zen-like sphere of super consciousness, according to fans anyway.<br /><br />Unlike other more gruelling physical sports, ping pong demands skill while also ensuring that the player is not so exhausted as to be unable to think and plan strategy. Team the biting logic of a chess player with the quick physical reactions of a juggler, put these together in the mind of a Buddhist monk and there you have it – a ping pong champion.<br /><br />A great player may not always have the best batting stroke or sharpest reactions, according to one expert, but they will definitely be able to think six shots ahead of their opponent at all times.<br /><br />Among the ranks of fan-club intelligentsia were a couple of notable writers. Sir Harry Evans often described as ‘the’ journalists’ journalist made an appearance describing the <a href="http://www.aarpmagazine.org/lifestyle/ping_pong.html">fun to be had from batting a ball around on a table</a>. Henry Miller was also a <a href="http://www.henrymiller.org/ping_pong.html">dedicated follower</a>.<br /><br />Chairman Mao rocketed the game’s status to new levels when he made table tennis the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ping_Pong_Diplomacy">national sport of China</a>. This ensured Chinese dominance of the competitive circuit from the 1950s onwards.<br /><br />The onomatopoeic route of ping pong also came up, exciting info for budding writers following in the footsteps of Evans and Miller in getting hooked. Early table tennis bats were hollow making a sound like a drum when the ball hit them which varied depending on the bat. Out rang the well known ping or pong, or as described by some of its <a href="http://www.olympic.org/uk/sports/programme/index_uk.asp?SportCode=TT">other names</a> whiff whaff or flim flam. Unfortunately the description is no longer accurate, the design of bats changed and so did the sound.<br /><br />Sponge is another big innovation in the sport, in combination with speed-glue it has shortened rallies. But is this at the expense of spectacle and achieving the Zen-like meditative concentration levels that players talk of - some people worry so.<br /><br />Back in the day, players would battle through single gruelling rallies that could last for up to two hours - oh for those bygone ping pong days.zinkydayshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01423418824690966040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36146932.post-28803274747403196262007-02-13T21:46:00.000+00:002007-02-13T22:47:35.199+00:00Local News - And Onto Goliath<strong>After my first week of work experience with a 'David' of local news, I moved for the last two weeks onto a Goliath.</strong><br /><br /><a href="http://http//www.archant.co.uk/regional_london.aspx">North London Newspapers</a> is part of Archant, one of the largest regional publishing groups. They publish six newspapers in the area, the <a href="http://http//www.islingtongazette.co.uk/content/islington/gazette/default/default.aspx">Islington Gazette</a>, the Islington EC1 Gazette, the <a href="http://http//www.camdengazette.co.uk/content/camden/chronicle/default/default.aspx">Camden Gazette</a>, the <a href="http://http//www.hornseyjournal.co.uk/content/haringey/hornseyjournal/default/">Hornsey Journal</a>, the <a href="http://http//www.tottenhamjournal.co.uk/content/haringey/tottenhamjournal/default/">Tottenham Journal</a> and the <a href="http://http//www.muswellhilljournal24.co.uk/content/haringey/muswellhilljournal/default/default.aspx">Muswell Hill Journal</a>.<br /><br />I was introduced with a very warm welcome to the team, the editor spent some time talking to me when I arrived and seemed genuinely interested to hear about my experience. I worked during the first week on the Journal series of papers and for the second week on the Camden and Islington Gazettes.<br /><br />Straight away I was given strong news stories to work on. I spent my first day ringing resident’s associations about a <a href="http://www.muswellhilljournal24.co.uk/content/haringey/muswellhilljournal/news/story.aspx?brand=MHJOnline&category=news&tBrand=northlondon24&tCategory=newsmhj&itemid=WeED31%20Jan%202007%2015%3A39%3A25%3A610">mega-rave at Alexandra Palace</a>. I managed to write a longer news story mainly with the quotes I had taken and by the middle of that week it had made it into print.<br /><br />I was also given lots of opportunities to follow up on story leads and see where I could take them. One by-line story came out of an email from a resident about <a href="http://www.muswellhilljournal24.co.uk/content/haringey/muswellhilljournal/news/story.aspx?brand=HCEJOnline&category=news&tBrand=northlondon24&tCategory=newsmhj&itemid=WeED07%20Feb%202007%2014%3A35%3A03%3A757">delays to building work at a local school</a>. For another piece, I went out and knocked on resident’s doors to find out their views on a <a href="http://www.muswellhilljournal24.co.uk/content/haringey/muswellhilljournal/news/story.aspx?brand=HCEJOnline&category=news&tBrand=northlondon24&tCategory=newsmhj&itemid=WeED02%20Feb%202007%2017%3A07%3A06%3A733">narrow road in Highgate where five cars had crashed in a week</a>. Despite being outdoors for two hours on a freezing day, I hardly noticed the chill. I found it really satisfying gathering the information and quotes to build a developed story from a small piece of starting information. I also completed two sets of vox-pops, interviewing residents (often less than keen!) about a set topic for the week.<br /><br />After mentioning that I had some feature writing experience to the news editor, she arranged for me to write a longer feature on Asian Weddings pegged on an upcoming exhibition. I was also lucky enough to get free tickets for two dance events at Sadler's Wells (the five-year-old ballet dancer and the cash strapped student in me were both celebrating), for which I wrote <a href="http://www.islingtongazette.co.uk/content/islington/gazette/whatson/story.aspx?brand=ISLGOnline&category=whatsontheatre&tBrand=northlondon24&tCategory=whatsonislg&itemid=WeED06%20Feb%202007%2019%3A21%3A50%3A903">reviews</a>.<br /><br />By far the most glamorous experience of my three weeks in local news came when I was dispatched out to cover the <a href="http://www.camdengazette.co.uk/content/camden/chronicle/news/story.aspx?brand=CAMCOnline&category=news&tBrand=northlondon24&tCategory=newscamc&itemid=WeED07%20Feb%202007%2012%3A08%3A25%3A350">opening of a hospital ward by Prince Andrew</a>. I’m sure this probably would have been all in a normal day’s work for the more experienced reporter, but I was excited. I moved with the jostling press pack and photographers making sure not to miss a thing and felt like a fully fledged reporter by the time I headed back to the office.<br /><br />During the last couple of days, I suggested some Islington story ideas to the Gazette news editor (thanks <a href="http://cheriewillers.blogspot.com/">Cherie</a> for a really useful lead) and he encouraged me to work on them. Many phone calls later I had filed a story for the following week’s paper.<br /><br />The opportunity to test my reporting and writing skills to this extent was unexpected and appreciated, plus I have rarely been in a friendlier office. The team were a great bunch of people, who were genuinely willing to help me out and pass on work that would be challenging and useful for the future.<br /><br />As my last day on the job came and went I was sorry that my time as a roving news reporter had come to an end....<br /><br />At least until the next time I'm set lose on an unsuspecting employer anyway!zinkydayshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01423418824690966040noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36146932.post-77191536823751562452007-01-29T21:40:00.000+00:002007-02-13T22:47:54.210+00:00From Wastegash To Buddhism - A Week In Local News<strong>Hello there, it's good to be back in the blogosphere after all this time! I blame MacNaes for my absence, other journo students will empathise I hope.<br /></strong><br />So, I spent my first week of work experience at New Journal Enterprises last week. They run the <a href="http://www.thecnj.com/">Camden New Journal,</a> the <a href="http://www.camdennewjournal.co.uk/090805/in090805_02.htm">Islington Tribune</a> and the <a href="http://www.camdennewjournal.co.uk/080405/wnews040805.htm">West End Extra</a>, and are an independent local newspaper group.<br /><br />Independent has its benefits and down sides. Things are slightly less structured on the plus side and well, things are slightly less structured on the down side too. It was great to see reporters in action working on a strong local news agenda which wasn't affected by a bigger corporate agenda.<br /><br />I started off the week typing reader's letters and spent a day or so hoping that the whole week wouldn't be spent transcribing the thoughts of concerned of Primrose Hill.<br /><br />Luckily, more news orientated work did start to come my way. I wrote a good few news stories from press releases, one of which had been published (without a byline) by the time I left on Friday.<br /><br />I spent one late night attending a talk on <a href="http://www.buddhanet.net/">Buddhism</a> by veteran explorer <a href="http://isbndb.com/d/person/aske_john.html">Sir John Aske</a>. It was a 'terribly civilised' evening at Belsize Library run by a local group who are keen to show the council the library is important to the area.<br /><br />There was something slightly surreal about listening to ideas on enlightenment and buddhist introspection in the midst of the great and the good of one of the more sought after post codes of North London, but it all added to the fun. The event was hosted by a retired psychoanalyst who was a great character and introduced me to some useful contacts.<br /><br />All of my journalistic training and any other resources I could muster were needed to take on the task of being the team photographer. I pounded Camden on foot with my trusty camera in hand getting shots of an MP's house, business signs and local kids for the reporters who were too snowed under to make it out themselves. This was actually very enjoyable, although I'm not sure that the paparazzi agencies will be calling me anytime soon.<br /><br />The main down side of doing just a weeks placement was that there was no opportunity for me to take the initiative in following up on original stories. I gave the team a couple of ideas that I'd had floating around which they seemed keen on. Unfortunately by the time we'd swapped ideas, it was too late to follow up on anything.<br /><br />All the more reason to be grateful for the two week placement at North London Newspapers that started today. More news on this to follow soon...<br /><br />So, after a week of rookie reporting the good news is I've not been put off! Highlights for me:<br /><br />- <a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=wastegash">Wastegash</a> - anyone know what it means? Urban language is cool. North London teenagers out there should be able to illuminate.<br />- The discovery of Crack-den Road, how quickly things get renamed in newsrooms, it's fun listening to all the word-play flying around.<br />- Getting to grips with the news agenda of an area I know well and watching events evolve from life to news.<br /><br />Thanks to all the New Journal team for being patient and throwing this rookie in the newsroom some jobs to cut her teeth on, it was an excellent introduction to local news reporting.zinkydayshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01423418824690966040noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36146932.post-1164035845117532712006-11-20T15:13:00.000+00:002007-02-13T23:17:06.241+00:00Features #1: Observational Writing<strong>Monday 20th November, 12:30pm: Westminster Uni Main Entrance Lifts </strong><br /><br />“Doors opening. Lift going up.”<br /><br />Brown, tinged, institutional portal. Squeezing voices, sound that’s near and moves away, distant. “Doors closing.” Slam! Clug, clug, clug. “Second floor.”<br /><br />“He did good den init. No no, you need to get seven. Seven is good. Man with hat is good. Oh my god, they are something man.” “Ya going up?”<br /><br />“Lift going up, doors closing.” Bounce, wiggle, bounce. “Doors closing. Seventh floor.”<br /><br />Yellowed, grey light falls on discarded paper. A slight hum of sound. Crossed legs in white trainers fill the dark tea stained air of the enclosed space. “Ground floor.”<br /><br />“Aiya ya ya yai. Waz dis man. Ave you gotta problem with my hair cut you?” “Yeah.”<br /><br />Slight hum sound. Click, whir, fizzle, wires. “Doors opening.”<br /><br />View light, a window in the distance. Contrast and calm. Green, bright impact. A railway line, white houses. “Door’s closing.” Light fades. White trainers, slouching body.<br /><br />Round black rubber disc floor. OTIS, brass metal, mess, muck, rail, dirtied walls. Graffiti tags. Cranking shaft.<br /><br />“Ground floor.” Keys jangle. “Doors closing.” Ting, jang. Shuffling white trainers. Doors, light, slam. Whurrrr, whurrrr. whurrr, turning cogs working beneath and above.<br /><br />“Mind the doors please.”<br /><br />Red light, red numbers, flash and change. Red G. Fingers reach for button. Calling buttons, found and pressed. Arrows up, arrows down. LED changes. Ca-lick, ca-lick, ca-lick. Yellow triangle exclamation fights for attention on wall.<br /><br />“Wha numba you going please.” Upbeat, polite voice speaks over the swish, wish, turn.<br /><br />Large umbrella tap tap tap. Tap, clunk, giggle. Laughter fades. “Mind the doors please.”<br /><br />“I do not know what room dis is. Last one, yeh dis is.” “I not done much, the guy goes, have you started – my project, easy man. What project’s about.”<br /><br />“Mind the doors please.” Chug, whir, chug, whir.<br /><br />Metallic catchings. Quietness. Lights hum. Strange capsule caught in silent time, speech trapped. “Doors opening.”<br /><br />Corridor, sound passing, echoing, bouncing.<br /><br />“I thought my dad was light. No reeeeally.” Three jolts. “Doors closing.” A girl in a pink woolly jumper, checks, ruffles and flattens hair. “Ground floor.”<br /><br />Silence. Whir, whir, whir. Plastic, round, rubber, circles. Whistling in the distance. Wha wher wha, whistle fades.<br /><br />Tongue clicking. “Third floor.” Laughter. Silence. “Everyone’s talking about it and it works out that all the DJs are gonna be there.” Bottle falls, the lid is lost.<br /><br />“What did you do it today. I ain’t even looked, is the results up. I doan wanna look either man. You have to go to classroom.” “Second floor.” Hands move forward and knuckles touch, tapping - and again. “I’ll call ya”.<br /><br />Silence. Sniff. “Third floor.” Sniff.<br /><br />Press, press, press. “It going up.” Press, press, press.<br /><br />Mirror check. Look close. “I’ve got so many flippin spots.” “Welcome to bloody orange world”.zinkydayshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01423418824690966040noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36146932.post-1163459872267910652006-11-13T22:40:00.000+00:002007-02-03T16:00:17.858+00:00The Power of the Pad<span style="font-family:arial;">Having just about recovered from Friday night's drinking session with the other Westminster student journos (the hangovers last that long these days), I dragged myself out of bed on Sunday morning to set off on my first reporting assignment. Exciting stuff.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">I've nominated Islington as my working 'beat' for the rest of the news course and my first story was to cover the dedication of a new <a href="http://www.islington.gov.uk/Environment/Parks/parkimprovements/warmemorial/">war memorial at Islington Green</a> that has been dividing local opinion. Small fry in the world of national news I know, but you have to start somewhere.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">After patiently taking notes throughout the remembrance ceremony while also dodging the backs of other press photographers jumping in front of me, I started to notice that something odd was going on. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">A lady standing next to me seemed to have become obsessed with my notepad. She kept looking at it to see what I was writing. What's more, she started telling me all of her thoughts about the day and then checking to see if I'd written them down. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Fortunately, she was a useful contact to have. I had no idea that the Labour MP for North Islington was at the ceremony, let alone the fact that he was not wearing a poppy and did not sing 'God save the Queen'. What luck to have landed next to a local fountain of knowledge I thought, </span><span style="font-family:Arial;">perhaps the lady just likes to chat.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">However, the urge for people to come and talk to me only increased after the service had finished. It was at this stage I realised that the 'power of the notepad' was in force. </span><span style="font-family:Arial;">Stand around for long enough with a notepad and people will start telling you things - how fantastic! </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Needless to say, with little more than a smile and a quick round of the square I'd spoken to ex-mayors, a councilor, the sculptor and many really interesting war veterans. </span><span style="font-family:Arial;">For some strange reason, as soon as people saw my notepad they wanted to tell me things. This also increased exponentially, the more people I spoke to, the more people approached me. </span><span style="font-family:Arial;">What a great introduction to the world of the roving reporter. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">I can only hope the appeal of my trusty reporters pad will be as strong on future assignments. It really makes for an interesting morning hearing so many diverse views on a subject. </span>zinkydayshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01423418824690966040noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36146932.post-1163036629698189342006-11-09T01:03:00.000+00:002007-02-03T16:12:55.545+00:00Strange Goings On....<span style="font-family:arial;">We managed to skip class today (with the lecturer's permission) to attend a uni journalism networking event. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Networking and event are two words that can inspire apathy in the best of us, but I was pleasantly surprised at how well things were done. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">When I was at uni first time round, the careers service's main point of advice was that we should hand write the cover letter that went with our CVs. I'm sure this scuppered the job hunting efforts of many a poor soul who was daft enough to listen.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">I don't really think that anyone else can tell you how to get a job, but the advice given was useful and more importantly interesting. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">The speakers were all engaging and had unique stories about following their own paths to end up in the type of journalistic job you would want to tell everyone about. (See <a href="http://stripeyamoeba.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html">Sarah's</a> excellent write up for more info, the post's called 'It's not what you know...') </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"><br />It's good to know that working for small publications can lead onto bigger things. It's also good to know that industry professionals are willing to give up an afternoon to come and talk to a load of students now and again.<br /><br />There was only one major down point. None of us got to sample any of the many bottles of free wine on offer. I should add this was because I had a class to get back to, rather than new found powers of self restraint. However, the speakers must have wondered what on earth was going on - students passing up a freeby, something odd's going on there!</span><br /></span><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span>zinkydayshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01423418824690966040noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36146932.post-1162920307912748032006-11-07T16:52:00.000+00:002007-02-03T16:19:04.845+00:00Shrinking Time<span style="font-family:arial;">I've been suffering from a sensation that time is shrinking over the last few weeks. I often used to get this at work as my every increasing inbox bulged before my eyes.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">There seems to be so much to do and so little time to do it in. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">I'm learning new things all the time about what it means to think, act and live like a journalist with the result that my 'to do' list is always expanding. It now includes:</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">- read blogs</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">- write blogs</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">- practice shorthand (and not just the L X bits that are sort of fun - bad shortand joke)</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">- read all the books sitting in a big pile on my desk that have been friendless since they left the library</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">- try and find stories to get into uni newspaper</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">- keep eyes peeled for other stories in local area that may be of interest</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">- read all the papers</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">- listen to radio news/watch TV news</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">- generally eat and sleep</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">- occasionally say hello to friends and family who have patiently stuck by me despite the fact that they are very obviously at the bottom of this long list!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Life is busy, but in a very good way. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Could it be the case that learning to be a journalist is all about doing all these things at once while also absorbing tons of information about what's going on in the world around you. I think so and it's a skill I haven't quite mastered yet.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">I saw an article somewhere on the web recently about shrinking time. Scientists think they may be able to expand our perception to increase the 'work to time' ratio. This sounds like scary business speak, but it proved to be a very interesting concept. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Our minds control how we perceive time - it's often said that time slows down when people are in great danger, this has been shown to be scientifically true. We do have the capacity to take in more information about what's going on around us in extreme situations. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">I quite regularly find myself wishing for some of this slowed down time at the moment, let's hope they crack the theory soon. </span><span style="font-family:Arial;">Until then however, it's time to move onto point three of the list!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span>zinkydayshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01423418824690966040noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36146932.post-1162856586629460542006-11-06T22:09:00.000+00:002007-02-03T16:44:23.012+00:00Freedom of Extremist Speech<span style="font-family:Arial;">Some interesting points came up during Friday's lecture on the journalist's <a href="http://www.nuj.org.uk/inner.php?docid=59">Code of Conduct</a>.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">I now know that malice and subterfuge are bad! I'll certainly be vigilant in keeping my eyes peeled for them and my journalistic pen free from contamination.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">The <a href="http://www.opsi.gov.uk/ACTS/acts1998/19980042.htm">Human Rights Act</a>, which encorporates the <a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/crime/law/echr.shtml">European Convention of Human Rights</a> into British law, also seems to have had quite an effect on journalistic practice over the last few years. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">I've found it's hard to access unbiased info about the Act. The tabloids regularly hold it up as a shining example of the horrors that occur when liberalism and political correctness flourish. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">I read Melanie Phillip's <a href="http://www.melaniephillips.com/londonistan/">Londonistan</a> in the summer which gives a similar viewpoint. It's an interesting read, although very far right of the middle ground and full of controversial views. The book links the rise of terror in the UK to our liberal stance in allowing extremists freedom of speech in the mid to late nineties, most obviously the Finsbury Park mosque era (very loose summary). </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"><br />On the other side of the fence, liberals seem to use the Act as a badge of honour whenever they mount a soap box in defence of the next good cause.<br /><br />It's hard to push through all this polarised opinion to an unbiased view of the Act's impact. In journalism, the Act seems to have had most affect on regulations surrounding privacy and freedom of speech.<br /><br />An aside point about freedom of speech really got me thinking.</span><span style="font-family:Arial;"> Under the legislation, individuals and political parties with extreme viewpoints are free to express these and should be given appropriate representation by the press. Apparently the BNP often claims that its politics are not given enough coverage in the British press.</span><br /></span><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">However, am I right in thinking that the UK now also has legislation against inciting hatred? </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">If so, at what point does it become acceptable to stop someone with an extreme viewpoint from communicating this and who decides what's too extreme to be heard.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">Do journalists have a responsibility not to give air or paper time to viewpoints that may incite hatred.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">(We could be veering back to Orwell terriority here.....) </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">It's a hard call and I imagine a bit of a grey area at the moment.</span> <span style="font-family:Arial;">I am personally undecided about the whole argument. I strongly agree with the principle of free speech for everyone, but perhaps when applying this to real life reporting - less idealism and more practical judgment will be needed.</span>zinkydayshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01423418824690966040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36146932.post-1162752527308618112006-11-05T17:20:00.000+00:002007-02-13T23:29:32.385+00:00Evolution of Print Dinosaurs<span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>There's been a lot of thought, talk and controversy since I started studying journalism about the future of news, particularly newspapers.</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">No one seems quite sure what the future holds for newspapers and whether they can survive the internet news revolution we're experiencing at the moment. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">This has led me to ask whether in joining the print arm of journalism, I have consigned myself to some sort of dinosaurs graveyard for fleet street hacks. </span><span style="font-family:Arial;">However, always the optimist, I haven't spent too long beating myself up about this. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">The reason I'm not too worried is that I think it's unlikely people will ever stop reading. If there are people reading about news and current affairs, then it follows that there will also be writers. Whether the writing hits paper or a computer screen seems less important.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">I am obviously biased, I've chosen a career based on the idea that people will pay money to read what journalists have to say. </span><span style="font-family:Arial;">But, a quick look at the world around us seems to back up the fact that reading is still a part of regular daily life. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">People use email to communicate at work, write reports, buy books or magazines. It's easy to take a quick look at an online news site when the boss' head is turned. Whether it's for work or entertainment the written word is still very much alive among us. </span><span style="font-family:Arial;">And if that's the case, then how can print journalism be dead? </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Online news seems to be a medium well suited to those people who entered journalism because they want to write. And what's more, online news is exciting and fast moving, new stories are posted as soon as they break. You have all the benefits of broadcast platforms conveyed in written format.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">The language of online news also has to be catchy, tight and concise or you've lost your reader/scanner to the next page. So the medium is also asking writers to innovate and consider how they use language - never a bad thing.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">The possibility of overlapping mediums is also really exciting, video journalism is quickly becoming a part of most online news sites. Those months of agonising about whether to sudy print or broadcast journalism seem completely unnecessary in hindsight. Convergent media platforms now mean I'll probably get the chance to do both.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">The media is generally improved by taking the best bits of different mediums and using them to compliment each other. Can we imagine journalism without photos or the latest pop song without a glitzy video. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">So it seems that written online news definitely has a future. But there is a more specific question in the print debate about whether newspapers will survive? </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">This is a tricky one. Michael Kinsley makes an interesting point in Time magazine, in an article entitled <a href="http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,1538652,00.html">'Do Newspaper Have a Future?</a>': </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">"The fact that people won't pay for news on the Internet isn't as devastating for the old medium as it seems. People don't pay for the news in traditional newspapers: they pay for the paper, which typically costs the company more than it charges for the finished product. So in theory, giving away the news without the paper looks like a good deal for newspapers, if they can keep the advertising."</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">The argument actually seems to revolve around where the advertising pound is spent and from there the format will follow. Journalism is after all a business at heart. So the future of newspapers may well depend on the decisions of advertising boardrooms over the next few years.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">It is possible that newspapers will not survive for the indefinite future. This does not however mean that print journalism is finished. The written word lends itself equally well to other platforms and the opportunity to embrace new technology should always be an exciting one. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">I don't really mind whether a story I write ends up on paper, the web or any where else, as long as I'm giving the chance to research and write that story in the first place. What's more if I'm offered training in video journalism or other multimedia platforms, you'll find me jumping at the chance. It all offers the opportunity to use different techniques to creatively express ideas.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">It's understandable that journalists are evaluating the future of their industry at the moment. Any period of rapid change brings about questions and insecurity. However, the early 21st century seems like an exciting time to be entering the world of journalism. And if newspapers are eventually consigned to the annuls of history, at least we'll be able to say we were there for some of it.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span>zinkydayshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01423418824690966040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36146932.post-1161965872250005522006-10-27T16:48:00.000+01:002006-10-27T17:34:42.890+01:00Blogtastic<span style="font-family:arial;">I just thought I should put up a quick post to say what fun I've had on a couple of afternoons this week reading all the Westminster blogs from other journo students (these can be accessed by the Westminster site weblink). </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I have been blog surfing under contraband time (breaking my self imposed plan to get my a*se in gear and finish the magazine proposal that I've been dilly-dallying over all week), so I haven't had the chance to leave any individual comments. </span><span style="font-family:arial;">But, I have really enjoyed reading all the different writing styles, fresh ideas and quirky takes on life. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">There is lots of impressive stuff coming from the blogs and its great to have an easy tap into it. </span><span style="font-family:Arial;">I can see a lot more time being eaten up in just the same way in the next few months. Shorthand or blog watching - hmmm dilema?!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">I have a couple of bits to post about monks full of 'The Force' and an interesting snippet I found to add to the 'Is print dead' debate, but have banned myself from any further blog contact until my magnus opus on Practical Poultry (it's a chicken magazine - don't ya know!) is finished. So that will have to wait until the weekend....</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">P.S. I am laughing now as the spell check on blogger.com doesn't recognise blog or weblink! Strange!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span>zinkydayshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01423418824690966040noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36146932.post-1161546379572372572006-10-22T20:37:00.000+01:002006-10-22T20:46:19.583+01:00History Matters<span style="font-family:arial;">I've posted a copy of the blog I sent to History Matters below. If you haven't heard, this is a mass-blog that is going to be turned into a historical archive at the British Museum - cool. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">The idea is for everyone to write a blog about what happened to them on Tuesday 17th October and how history might have affected them on that day. You can still submit a blog until 1st November at </span><a href="http://www.historymatters.org.uk/output/Page1.asp"><span style="font-family:arial;">http://www.historymatters.org.uk/output/Page1.asp</span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"> - do have a look if you haven't seen the press coverage.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Unfortunately I am banging on about websites again! After this post, I promise to diversify into pastures new. :-)</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">"Technology and history have hovered around me today while a crisis unfolded!<br /><br />I’m building a website (as part of a post grad journalism course) about the regional press in the UK. Building the site has been tricky as I have little experience with techno-stuff and am not naturally gifted in the area. However, learning about how the British press is using new technology to communicate with readers has been fascinating. Blogging, citizen journalism and video journalism seem to be big talking points for the press at the moment.<br /><br />I’m new to blogging and have only started in the last week or so. Despite being new and innovative, I think blogging has historical overtones. Writing diaries and letters are now often seen as lost arts, but blogging and email have opened up new ways of tapping into these traditional skills. The language of the net is also fun, vibrant and living. Shakespeare would be a blog-addict were he alive today. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">All these thoughts about communication and language, past and future, faded in and out of my mind as I dealt with the biggest technical problem I’ve had while building the website. Pictures, links and just about everything else on the site stopped working, all made worse by the pressure of a looming deadline. I soldiered on trying to fix the problems for a few hours and eventually conceded defeat, imagining the worst.<br /><br />However, back at home things improved quickly. A chat with my techno-whizz boyfriend had my website demons identified in no time (my boyfriend thinks I should write ‘daemons’ here as a techno-pun, but I’ve no idea what he’s on about…again!). A rogue forward-slash in front of all my links had been the problem. A tap of the back-space key and the site worked perfectly again! How had something so small caused so much stress and frustration? Thank goodness for people and their much needed input.<br /><br />When times get tough, history has taught me to rely on those important people in my life who fix me and keep me smiling."</span><a href="http://www.historymatters.org.uk/output/Page1.asp"></a>zinkydayshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01423418824690966040noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36146932.post-1161360927276358142006-10-20T16:13:00.000+01:002006-10-20T17:15:27.753+01:00The Book's GotchaLife at uni is about to enter 'the writing' phase - exciting times. <br /><br />The website I've been putting together is finished and for a while my mind is free of thinking about html, links and whether things will still be working when I turn the computer back on (naughty cyber-pixies creep in at night I'm sure!). <br /><br />So, the first writing exercise, a book review. Apparently reviews should not express personal opinion. Instead they should explain whether the book meets the objectives it sets for itself. <br /><br />I hadn't found this out when I wrote the review below. However, it's nice to indulge in a bit of personal opinion while I still have the chance. The book is definitely worth a read if you can find one of the elusive copies still doing the rounds (try amazon or the library).....<br /><br />"Peter Chippindale and Chris Horrie’s ‘Stick It Up Your Punter’ made me laugh before I’d even bought a copy! <br /><br />It’s a hard book to get hold of - this does not mean, like me, you can’t have some fun trying. Shop assistants will smile quizzically at you, with a glint in their eye, when you tell them the title before politely replying that it’s not in stock. <br /><br />Say the title out loud and the syncopation of the words hints at the direct, funny and often darkly satirical language throughout this entertaining history of The Sun newspaper.<br /><br />The book covers each stage of the Sun’s growth and development, from the early days when Larry Lamb and Rupert Murdoch re-launched the paper, to the infamous period when Kelvin MacKenzie was editor at the ‘Current Bun’. <br /><br />If you haven’t heard of MacKenzie before reading the book, you are likely to be intrigued by him after. MacKenzie stands out as a typically Dickensian character, a dark and omniscient presence at Fortress Wapping, the paper’s docklands base from the eighties. <br /><br />MacKenzie is passionate about The Sun, a workaholic and a gifted tabloid editor (still often hailed as one of the greatest). He leads the paper into an era of record sales, however MacKenzie is a flawed hero, lewd, crude and a risk taker. <br /><br />The book documents the drama surrounding MacKenzie's more infamous headline stories, offering an intriguing insiders account of daily life at a British tabloid paper. <br /><br />Like most stories about flawed, eccentric men with power, the book makes for compelling reading. MacKenzie’s vocabulary and management style, similar to that of an East End gangster in his prime, make the story all the more addictive.<br /><br />If this book were not a factual account of The Sun’s history, its authors would be recognised for their witty portrayal of a cast of brilliantly over-the-top characters contained within a fast moving and addictive plot line. However, this is not a novel and on reflection the book draws out darker undertones as it describes the excesses of tabloid newspaper culture. <br /><br />Stick It Up Your Punter leaves you informed about its subject while also stimulating a healthy curiosity to find out more. I have unwittingly become curiouser and curiouser about MacKenzie and his Machiavellian overlord Murdoch, ever since finishing reading."zinkydayshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01423418824690966040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36146932.post-1161041737343093712006-10-17T00:32:00.000+01:002006-10-18T01:36:58.836+01:00Studying journalism and other stuff<span style="font-family:arial;">So, this blog is FINALLY up and running! Why do I always seem to be typing away at midnight these days – work overload. Anyway, I’ve set this site up to write about my year of zinky days studying journalism at Westminster uni and any other bits of life that I manage to squeeze in around that. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />First seminar at uni, our course leader gives a slightly satirical and very amusing definition of dinky life (double income no kids yet). I chuckled as, despite hating to be a marketing cliché, it wasn't a bad description of my life until three months ago. After years of working in recruitment in the city, I decided the time was right for a change. I’d studied English at uni eons ago, was tired of city life and really liked the idea of getting back to writing. Hence I’m entering a year of ‘zero income no kids yet’ territory.<br /><br />It’s been fun so far! It’s great to be doing something intellectually stimulating again, if at times intimidating. The first few weeks have flown by in a whirlwind of new technology and new ideas, not to mention shorthand. The new ideas are great, the new technology has been scary. I’m one of those people who is enamoured by technology for the simple reason that its inner workings are like magic to me – I have no idea what’s going on to create those strange whirring sounds from my laptop! So building websites, blogging, vlogging and all the other grand techno-visions we’ve been learning about have been a lot to take on board.<br /><br />Despite all fears to the contrary, it does look like my first website will be up and running soon (touching much virtual wood – I’m superstitious) and I’m even giving this blogging malarkey a try. I’m still not entirely sure what on earth I’ll write about, but I guess we’ll see where the trail leads.<br /><br />Hopefully I may even find time to start reading again sometime soon, when this haze of deadlines passes. We’ve been pointed in the direction of Orwell who is one of my favourite writers and still the only author whose ‘collected works’ I have conquered (I think!).<br /><br />Now I’m off to write a book review. Nothing like more more tap tap tapping......</span>zinkydayshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01423418824690966040noreply@blogger.com1