personal opinions + non-bias in the trump administration //

In journalism school, we are taught the importance of non-bias. We are taught to not take sides, to sit quietly and observe, to write only the facts. Observation, not participation.

Not choosing sides was one of the things that appealed to me the most about this field--and it's something that, before, I was very good at. I am the mediator of my family, able to see everyone's side of the story. Not one for hard opinions, I'd spend hours muddling through the grey area of moral decisions, only to come out the other side with no clue what to think or say. My political views in the United States had always, until recently, sat firmly at the intersection of Democrat and Republican--a true centrist. So having the ability to be non-biased, to seemingly have no real opinion--that worked perfectly for me.

It is a cruel irony, however, that, for the first year of my journalistic career, my first "real" year of hiding my bias, I am faced with a challenge that's--well, that's huge. 

In the past nine days, my heart has been heavy, and my eyes have burned, every time I log on to twitter to find that another executive order has passed. Crazy things are happening. Bad things are happening. People don't trust the media, and our current president keeps calling legitimate news sources "fake news." . [And do the New York Times, Wash. Post, CNN slant left? Yes, admittedly, a little. But they are still the most reliable news sources in the country] I don't know what to think. I don't know what to do. This isn't my country, I keep thinking--but it is, now, I guess.

This is no more a decision between Democrat and Republican, liberal or conservative. This is about being a compassionate human being. And so, despite attempting to keep a non-biased opinion on the state of my country, I have to say--I am neither pro Democrat or Republican,but I am anti-Donald Trump. I am pro-woman. I am pro-refugees, pro-immigrant. And to all those, peacefully protesting in the streets, calling their reps--thank you. In the midst of the darkness, the spiral of bad news, you provide a light.

Keep on keepin' on.

cross country road trip: part three

We pull into the park at the top of the park. At first, it's all grass--but then it gives way to rocky landscapes, Mars-like ridges, like nothing I've ever seen. 

Ma doesn't like driving here, and we hug the double yellow line, her knuckles white on the steering wheel, staring resolutely at the road. We do pull over, though, for big horn sheep prancing around on the rocks, along with several other tourists. 

My favorite part of the trip is sunset, when the sky gets to be all rosy pinks and lush blues, fading into nothingness. The rocks takes on a dusty hue, and I climb up on the rocks [in my birkenstocks, no less], scampering as high up as I can, photographing strangers and the sunset simultaneously. Catching the sunset, though, means missing dinner; we eat instant noodles in our hotel beds instead. 

We're back on the road, again, the next day, and then we're in Laramie, and the adventure begins. 

2017 | contribute to the chaos

I wanna contribute to the chaos, I don't wanna watch and then complain--
'cause I am through, finding blame, this is a decision that I have made. 
-twin sized mattress, the front bottoms 

I've touched upon it before, but I've been at this weird part in my life for a little while now. I'm learning, now, that growing up is hard, and it's a constant tug-of-war, between acting responsible and running reckless. On one hand, I live far from home and have a full-time job, bills and a gym membership--on another hand, I'm six months out of college and still eat cookies from dinner, sometimes.  Life, while nice enough, lacks those moments of, well, chaos that come with being younger. Things are stable, white-bread, routine. 

My main goal for 2017 is to, as the front bottoms say, "contribute to the chaos." I want to live a dizzingly messy, rollercoaster, glorious, beautiful life; I want to go back to film photos, christmas lights and goodwill clothing. I want to make art, write beautiful words, capture everything. I don't want to be a passive observer in my own life, anymore--I want to be in the eye of the hurricane, and there's no excuse to not be. 

Poetic waxing aside, I have plenty of other goals for this year--here are some of them. 

  1. make 5 videos // I want to learn how to do the video thing~ 
  2. take a trip somewhere // Come June, I'll have actual vacation hours--where to go ?
  3. run a 5k // I'm going to do it this year, I swear. 
  4. improve my photo skills to [somewhat] satisfaction // I want to be proud of my photo work and consistently make good photos, professionally and personally.  
  5. launch atlas addict quarterly // we are so close, and I am so excited. 
  6. figure out what hygge is, and apply it to my life // fairly self-explanatory
  7. more photos of myself // believe me, i know how self-involved this is--but i hate having my photo taken, and there should be photos of me ya know????

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