this is not journalism

See how there are no capital letters in the title? I’m not even sure that it’s not meant to be capitol or if I’m leading with the right words, or perhaps it’s a lede? I won’t look any of these things up just for today because I feel a need to identify and share a few of the many things I do not know. I don’t know some basic spelling so I keep a dictionary nearby. I don’t know how to use a comma very well and my friend Lisa …

SMCLA and Why it Matters a LOT that Bloggers Aren’t Journalists

Last night I was on a panel at for Social Media Club LA. It was called “Meet the Bloggers” and I thought it would be about the intersection of blogging and marketing but it went into a direction I hadn’t expected, which was just blogging. Since I had my own agenda I tried to address the fact that bloggers aren’t journalists (I think the moderator disagreed with me). There were three other people waiting to speak so I didn’t get to quite finish my thought which was that bloggers are …

Fact Checking: LA Beaches are to Remain Fun

Last night I saw a story on the KPCC Website entitled No fun: L.A. county beaches to levy $1,000 fine for throwing footballs and Frisbees. Because KPCC is my local NPR affiliate and a trusted news source I assumed this was true. KCAL which is a less trusted, but trusted site nonetheless ran a similar story. I trusted these news sources and became agitated. Los Angeles does NOT need to lose any of it’s tourism dollars. We cannot afford this sort of debacle. So I picked up the phone. Tony …

I’m All Talked Out

This morning started early. I was in a car at 3.20am to head over to Fox News so I could tape live for their show. I crawled back into bed at 5am and slept fitfully until almost 9. I sent girls to the beach and took my son bowling. I worked in a few conference calls during the day. I’m working with a great brand that’s looking to connect with parenting bloggers so if I haven’t reached out to you yet, you know where to find me. Tomorrow I’m going …

Rest Assured I Made Sure The Danes Can Hate America

This morning I was talking to a group of Danish Journalists and I did a great job of making them feel superior. First off I wore a dark brown belt that was frayed along with a shirt that was too pink and too tight. I’d hoped that my jacket would cover the belly fat, but according to Sadistic Sandy (the personal trainer who I will introduce y’all to later) belly fat means that you’re eating too much, not that you’re dressing wrong. Denmark is supposed to be the happiest country …