These words force you to a new madness

After what seems an interminable amount of time, I've drawn myself back to the blog.

Two weeks, five weeks, 32 weeks, it all seems like much of a blur at the moment.

I've just come off a two week internship at the Dom Post, which was very much an eye-opening experience. While you can see some of what I managed to achieve here, here, here, and here, let's be perfectly honest about this - I was out of my depth.

Sure, the baby reporter moniker has always been something of a piss-take, but I would not envy anyone jumping into the atmosphere of a metropolitan newspaper (or its equivalent) in an entry level position. It's... it's... it's difficult to explain, so I shan't.

I shall merely say that while it wasn't what I expected, I could take away some serious lessons, and so could my compadre, Sandra the luddite (who was able to start off our internship with this wonderful surprise - which sounded incredibly familiar).

And when this baby reporter grows up, he's going to be a full-grown hack...

Something to look forward to...

PB.

Other intership adventures can be found here and here.

Gratuitious plug number three

And three is for me. Check it out - my first lead.

Feedback is always helpful team...

Waka ama works for me.

Well, I didn't realise it at the time, but my 28th birthday saw my name in print. My first story published on paper (the one on the gals going to Sacramento for the waka ama world champs) - not the whole thing (that's here), but it's got the byline and that's enough for me (at the moment).

Thanks Mat and the team at the Kapi-Mana News - much appreciated. (Guess that makes me a Fairfax fiend... sigh.)