Ok, I know I seem to be making a habit out of doubling up on the months I do blog recommendations but what of it? They still get there in the end. So here’s my recommendations for September and October. Go check them out, they’re almost as cool as this one.
What to Know Now – Vicky Kavanagh
Everything from serious news and editorial content, to pictures of cats and funny fashion faux pas, this website is relatively new but there’s a constant flow of content with a journalism background to back it up. A good one to check out for information.
A t-shirt from a giveaway on thenongenue.com.
The Nongenue – Katie and Julie
While I try to seem like a crazy stalker girl, this blog is co-authored by a previous recommended blogger from the blog Sass & Balderdash. Although it is very new (it only launched at the end of September) I have faith in the writers and the posts that have gone up so far. Strong editorial comments on life and just a generally funny point of view.
News is “all kinds of everything”…sorry…I’ll leave now.
I have recently opened up my mind to the idea that I should really feign a mild interest in major sporting events. Why? Because I am a journalist. I may not want to be a sports journalist but I now realise it’s just as embarrassing not knowing who’s in the All-Ireland Final as it is to admit that you didn’t know there was going to be a bus strike and it’s also embarrassing to admit you didn’t know the Royal Baby was born. (Don’t worry, I knew all of those things when necessary).
Today I am going to discuss what is possibly one of the greatest marketing strategies of my time – and to no one’s surprise, it belongs to Coca-Cola.
They have unleashed the beast that is “Share a Coke”, which, for those of you living under a rock, involves creating Coke bottles, replacing their iconic logo with people’s names; they are the top 150 (now 250 with the recent release of 100 more) most popular names, by country. While there are some unusual ones that make the list there are plenty of Irish spelled names that can be found in shops everywhere. Some people complain that they can’t find their name, others don’t like buying coke bottles with other people’s names on them. But not me. Continue reading
In secondary school (high school if I happen to have any US readers?) I had loads of different teachers. The good, the bad and the indifferent. I could talk for hours about some of the bad ones, but that wouldn’t be very nice. Also some were so bad they don’t even deserve this kind of fame. No, instead, I’m going to mention one teacher I had in particular. I won’t put his name in but anyone who knows me will probably be able to guess. He taught me for at least one subject every year except my first year (and I don’t even really remember first year so it hardly matters). Mainly, he taught English so he was naturally happy with the fact that I especially liked English and wanted to be a writer. After having me for two years as a student he was well aware of how much I loved writing. He used to come in with leaflets about short story competitions and writing contests for me. Continue reading
Ads are great. They stir up so many emotions in us. Aside from the obvious subliminal message they have where they make us want to buy things, they do give us opinions on things; they give us stuff to talk about; stuff to smile about; stuff to complain about. They take up a lot of our conversation, whether we like to admit it or not. So many ads come to mind as I write this (several I have favourited on Youtube, others I change the channel for) but obviously I can’t fit them all in one post so here are a few that spring to mind.
When I do stay in touch, I buy newspapers.
I’m always ashamed of myself as a journalist when I’m out of touch with the news for several days. It feels like not doing my homework. For years I wanted to be a writer (an author not a journalist). Journalism never appealed to me much because straight hard news never appealed to me. The territory was alien and therefore scary, (in this instance, yes, writing a best-selling novel overnight and instantly making that a day job seemed so much less scary). But then I grew up, got into news and then journalism (a story for another time) and boom-I stay up late when I’m knackered to watch Vincent Browne, I switch my mp3 music to Newstalk in the morning, I take a free Metro and actually read it. That was grand when I was working towards my leaving cert, for the most part I was much more “in the know” than a lot of my friends. Then when I came to college to study journalism, we all fell into that category and some of us knew very little about one thing but could answer the most random question about something else (this became more clear in our radio classes, where we got a weekly news quiz to make sure we remained “in the know”). Don’t get me wrong, I try to catch bulletins whenever I can and I read the papers. But everyone has this I think. These random weekends where they’re off doing other things and they don’t hear any bulletins, they don’t watch any news programmes, they don’t read any papers. Then you wake up and Monday morning and Osama bin Laden is
Osama bin Laden
dead. The weekend continues during the day and the next day, five arrested near Sellafield, Osama was unarmed when he was killed (?), Varadkar is on Vincent Browne about his new position in government and Jedward are in the Eurovision semi-final. A lot can change in a small amount of time that you miss news for…I feel like I’m going to be spending the whole week catching up. It’s like a particularly wild night out full of drinking. It wasn’t bad at the time, certainly weren’t concerned but the next day you know nothing and could spend a week recovering and getting back the information about the weekend that you lost.