I had a really busy week.
I started off last week getting dumped by my boyfriend of two years.I wiped my tears away and pulled myself together because I had to go to UQ to interview student politicians about the upcoming student elections and about the controversy around policies made by the Fresh party. By sheer luck I got an interview with the President of Fresh. Later on I found out that he refused to speak to media except myself, a colleague from 4ZZZ and JJJ’s Hack.
Later that day I competed with several other potential housemates to move into a room at my friend’s incredible share house in New Farm. I saw a large record collection, movie posters, drawings and paintings pinned to the walls, a zombie mannequin the housemates have dressed in vests and hats, an Aboriginal flag drawn on the back of the bathroom door. I won the housemate competition and I’m moving in on the weekend.
The next day I went to the launch of Citizen J, a citizen journalism newsroom which has just opened at The Edge. I strongly encourage everyone interestedin media and newsmaking to get involved. There was a panel discussion between major players in the media. I cringed through the whole thing because the subject was about how the Internet is affecting the journalism industry. Come on, really? Everyone was talking about that when I finished my degree three years ago. The only person who made sense to me was Sharona Coutts, an investigative reporter with the Global Mail and said “the journalism business model is dead”. She believes in philanthropy in journalism. I told her I enjoyed her talk. Later on I sent her a podcast of Fair Comment, which she said she liked. I shared a few beers with other community radio colleagues.
“What kind of journalism are you interested in?” asked Heath, my co-producer.
“I’m not really interested in politics, but rather the people who are angry about it,” I said.
The next night I went to the QLD Uncut rally. It was intense and overwhelming to see so many people lose control, screaming between speeches in sheer frustration at Campbell Newman. I’m not a very loud person so I recorded audio on my phone. The speeches moved me to quiet tears.
I fell asleep early so I could get up at 4am and go on 612 Brisbane’s outside broadcast for Digital Radio Day along with Dan Barrett (Televised Revolution) and Glen from Switch 1197 to talk about community radio.
Earlier that morning I popped into 4ZZZ to get flyers to hand out. A rather babely graveyard announcer answered the door. As I left he said “this song is for the lovely girl who just came into the station” and played Foxy Lady! It reminded me of Wayne’s World. I don’t know who he is. I hope to find out soon.
Still on that day, I interviewed an awesome Indigenous youth arts organisation in the WA, answered phones for 4ZZZ’s Radiothon and then my ever-supportive friends took me out to on a drunken adventure. I drank a cocktail at the Junk Bar containing tea and gin and still can’t stop raving on about it. It came in a little teacup and everything.
The next day I dragged my hungover ass out of bed and met some musical types who tell very bad/good puns for brunch in West End. Then I went to a picnic and met new friends, had a few laughs and checked out a gig at the Powerhouse. We sat at the top level of the Powerhouse away from everyone else, peering through the bars, swooning over Bandito Folk.
I spent Sunday packing my stuff and crying because all of a sudden I felt so alone in the apartment I shared with my ex. I was saved by my friend (and future housemate) inviting me around for drinks. We made the gin and tea cocktail ourselves. We ended up dancing to 50s pop songs at Kaliber and later went to Fluffy (a gay-friendly/hospitality club night, for those not in the know). It was Studio 54-themed so they played disco all evening. I knew all the words to all the songs. We watched beautiful drag queens dance and sing in flowy costumes, and backup dancers in little sparkly pants. A boy kissed me! I responded with “I have to go over there now” and literally screamed with laughter. Of all the places to get a kiss.
Later this weekend I am moving into my new sharehouse which is having a party, then seeing my old bar manager’s band on Saturday.
I am doing fine.