Another milestone: James woke up just now — the blinds were slightly raised in his room, and I think the headlights of passing cars woke him — and when I went in to check on him, he was sitting up in the middle of his crib, rubbing his eyes and fussing.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008, 12:25
Section: Journalism
I have not posted on this site — I just was told about it minutes ago — but Angry Journalist may be the best Web site ever. (I’m also not particularly angry, although many of their complaints ring true with me — about other papers, obviously.)
It may not be safe for work, especially if you work in a newsroom and your boss catches you posting there.
The reason for the site’s creation is outlined here:
And that led to the third reason why I wanted to create AngryJournalist.com. I thought, “maybe if it became big enough, executives at media companies would take note and realize how frustrated their employees actually are in the industry and do something to change it.�
The site is interesting, and several recurrent themes emerge when reading the posts, especially a clash of generations, with older, more establishment journalists seeing the new crop not understanding there’s a value in the way things have been done in the past, and newer and (typically) younger journalists seeing the old guard as just rearranging the deck chairs on the Titanic “because that’s how we’ve always done things.”
According to this week’s official Lost podcast, this video contains useful insights into what that polar bear was doing in the Tunisian desert. (If you don’t know what polar bear I’m talking about, you’re missing a really good season of Lost.)
I was working on my computer in my study, while James was in the playpen behind me. Suddenly, he started laughing like mad. I turn around, and — for the first time ever — he’s stood up all by himself without using crib bars or the like to pull himself up. He was grinning ear to ear and spent the next 15 minutes using his newly standing position to walk around the perimeter of the playpen, with both hands on the upper rail.
Later on, his mom swung by and he did it again, again laughing like mad at his accomplishment.
By evening, when we stopped by at Ellis Truss, it was a matter of course for him, and he was doing it to get at things he wanted to see in the office and to climb up onto his cousin’s toys.
(I know: Screenshot or it didn’t happen. I’ll get a photo ASAP.)
