Showing posts with label journalism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label journalism. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

My first day as a Sagebrusher.

I thought I'd tell a story tonight. We were in the old offices at the time. And I was brand new to campus. I had turned in a disk with photos for review. (That was something you did back in the day.) And for my first assignment I met Amy Beck at the office. The first thing she asked me was if I'd ever used a digital SLR before.

Funny story. I lied. I had never used one in my life. I had used a film SLR before but never a DSLR. So here I was, expensive camera in hand, and I really didn't know how to use it. It wasn't too bad. Film and digital are pretty similar. So I took what I knew about digital photography with my hybrid camera and made some assumptions based on my film SLR experience and I came up with a somewhat decent range of use for the camera in my hand.

Oh faking it like only Journalists can.

Fun story. Hope you enjoyed.

Monday, October 13, 2008

The more you know!

**I used the Knowledge Center computers again for these photos and I think the color is off again.**

(This is really the first time I'm actually using this blog for news content. Though this is relatively low level news, I think it counts. At the very least I'm sure I'd have some sort of case against the university if I died.)

A dumpster now sits in front of the old Sagebrush offices. Inside are bags filled with debris and hazard clothing. Suite A is sealed off and air is constantly pumped in and out of it. Behind three layers of plastic, a sign warns against entry into the building. Apparently The Nevada Sagebrush was operating inside a building rife with a builders best friend (circa 1905) Asbestos.

One story about the Sagebrush office begins with a sudden server failure paired with an internet failure. The solution was deemed to be getting into the suite next door to reset the server...or something like that. Explorations under the offices yielded no entrances into the next suite. The next course of action was, of course, a venture through the attic. I was the individual who volunteered for these adventures. We joked about Asbestos. Now it seems we were right.