I took a class at IHCC that had the nerve to call itself “Journalism”. We were assigned to do a feature story.
I wrote a story about a guy that I knew and respected. The teacher remarked that the topic of the story should be the guy himself, and not the fact that I knew him.
His point was lost on me. I didn’t know how to write that story and wasn’t interested in learning. The fuzzy land between asleep and awake has always been where I’m most comfortable; I don’t want a rude awakening demanding that I join the herd interfering with my comments.
Watching the doc about HST, “Buy the Ticket, Take the Ride”. It explains Hunter’s approach to journalism. My attempts to imitate Hunter have never really been conscious. It’s more like inevitable. After you’ve been converted it’s no longer a question of faith, but truth. Truth isn’t arithmetic. It’s a better fit in the Philosophy department.