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Normally, after I've been on TV, there's a lag between my appearance and me posting the clip. It's a rather complex procedure that requires six technical steps, a good two hours of uninterrupted time and a generous glass of merlot. I swear, I can cook...
Some days I wish I could be Oprah. I want to point to everyone around me and shout, "And YOU win a book , and YOU win a book, and YOU win a book!" While I normally give away a single book, this week I have...
Where've I been? At the computer having my ego reduced to the size of a shriveled raisin. I decided to tackle video technology. People talk, you slap a few clips together and voila, video! How hard can it be? Very. Oh, sure, video might look like a single benign entity, but it's really a hostile gang in disguise. The camera beat me up while Final Cut stole my lunch money and Vimeo gave me a wedgie. The audio just stood by and laughed.
Before sending my pride to the emergency room for stitches, I spent two Saturdays in Toronto's famed Distillery District. I wasn't wandering the cobblestone streets, sampling the artisanal fair or hobnobbing with celebrities at TIFF. Nope, I had the audacity to think I was up to learning the craft of multimedia story from the internationally acclaimed, multiple-award-winning photo journalist, Brent Foster. While Brent introduced us to the concepts of wide, medium and tight shots, various software components and the importance of audio, the best piece of advice he could give us was, "Fail!"
So I did.
When I joined my gym, I felt the pressure to act quickly so as not to miss out on the special low-low price and no-no initiation fee that expired at the end of the month. That was in June. July? They extended the offer. And...
When you do nothing to your pear tree but leave it be, you can expect trouble. And trouble came to my friend in the form of dozens and dozens and dozens of bug-free, blemishless, picture perfect pears. Her punishment? Driving some over to me. That'll...