Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Twelve years and counting...

Today is my 12th anniversary in the news world. I started as an intern with what was then called Business News New Jersey, now known as NJBIZ. Back then the "Interweb" was a sketchy landscape that the masses were still learning how to leverage.

Now the Web is a primary medium for sharing information and news for personal and professional purposes. With more content being squeezed into digital connections and accessed on a wide array of platforms, people have the option of constantly being plugged in.

Whether you are toting around an iPhone, a BlackBerry, or netbook, you can tap into news in microseconds anywhere you can get a wireless signal.

And more content is on the way. In a few weeks, analog TV signals will be shut off, pushing all broadcasts to the digital format. Movies are increasingly being shot in digital and transmitted over data connections to theaters. It will take several years but 35mm film will go away and the latest Hollywood releases will all be digital.

Perhaps in another 12 years we will stream everything over the Web including live nightly news broadcasts rather than use our current TV feeds. Maybe it will be in 3D. Perhaps social media will play a prominent role with news anchors responding to comments from the public during their reports. Who knows?

Media is exploring a new layer of this digital frontier and I am eager to see what is over the next ridge.

Monday, May 11, 2009

Days to come

May 13 marks my 12th year as a reporter with NJBIZ.

June 17, my birthday, is coming up fast. It falls on a Wednesday this year and I have to decide whether I should hold my party the weekend before or after the actual day. Food and refreshments will be provided by me off course. Don't know what my menu will be but there will be plenty of dessert.

I had something more profound to say about life, the universe and everything, but I suppose it can wait.

P.S.: The tentative menu for the b-day party shall include guacamole, a selection of wine, some chocolate, double peanut butter brownies and maybe some creme brulee. The main course dishes are pending.

I'm in one of my moods. I need to bake.

Flame and Bone

When I was made from fire
Poured into the tender vessel of caution
That keeps my smoke from rising
Quickly did I discover that apart from crisp drizzles or falling snow
The world chilled my touched
Walking the narrow cornered gap between girders and cut stone
One learns to tuck his shoulders in or risk
Jostling a neighbor passing by rapt with want
For a clear path without the distraction
Of another man's boiling eyes
The tip of a finger
That oldest of all weapons
Grown deadlier and pristine in its invention
Gathers a mote of a cinder on its bare flesh
And turns pondering how best to scratch the impious itch
Prying open the tender seam
Where the oil of thought dews
Offering a new wick to ignite
Squirming alive as a salamander of mischief
That yearns for a taste of air it is so ready to devour
The steam of breath betrays me
Before the glint of orange spreads
In popping bright waves
Eroding the fibers feeding it
Leaving naught but ash
As my shell of quietude falls away