I’ll begin by saying, “I have good news,” and I’ll spare you a Geico joke (though I did save money by switching car insurance.) The really good news, though, is: I’m a Burns Fellow! The International Center for Journalists accepted my proposal to look at immigration issues in Germany as compared to the Southwest United States . With the Arthur Burns fellowship I’ll head to Germany for two months, beginning in July, and I’ll act as a member of a host organization’s news team.
Details on where I’ll be, and specifics on host organization are soon to come. I’ve requested to be based in Berlin (near the Turkish enclaves of Kreuzberg and Neukölln.) My second choice is to be stationed in Bonn or Cologne , the hub of Deutsche Welle’s radio operation—DW being the national broadcaster of Germany .
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I’ve been mulling a post about the role of digital media, and how bloggers, online video, and similar devices should be infusing journalism, instead of causing it’s slow stagger toward the respirator, and a ready-to-be-pulled plug. While that sour jolt of professional pride may still be forthcoming, I thought I’d share instead a small victory in another quest of mine: learning German.
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If you take a dirt road long enough you’ll find your way home. Near Wickenburg, Arizona, that dirt road is called Constellation, and it winds you through stages of the state’s history. The road passes a stage coach stop; numerous mines; washes with names like “King Solomon”; walls built by Chinese and native workers.
After driving 8 miles on cliffs and over ridges you find yourself at a fork, and finally at the Williams Family Ranch.
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It was inevitable. With the fall of the old, a new Age has begun, and it is the Age of Corolla. It took me a mere three hours in a dealership to secure an ’06 Toyota Corolla with the help of my trusty salesman Steve. Steve, with his suede jacket and Chicago charm, guided me through Pontiac Grand Ams, and away from VW Jettas (which I actually wanted,) ultimately resting my wife and I in the seats of the Corolla.
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