Another short, blurry, busy week at journalism school--nothing huge to report. Just the usual temporary highs (I might get a piece published where???) and lows (she wants me to write that stupid thing again???). In truth, I can't wait for the semester to be over. There's lots that I totally love-- the events, the connections, the opportunity to work on all sorts of multi-media projects--radio, video, web, and countless combinations thereof--but J200, my main class, is a total bust. Aside from the fact that I'm constantly running all over the place reporting on god knows what--crime, courts, culture, capitalism--I'm not learning nearly as much as I would be given a more "together" teacher. My instructor is incredibly experienced--she was once Washington bureau chief for the New York Times-- and she really cares about her students-- but she's disorganized and has the attention span of a gnat. For most of my days, I feel like I'm following a 3-year old around in a foreign country. Except that a 3-year old might be willing to admit he doesn't know where we're going.

Anyway. I'll be 27 this Sunday. When did time start moving that quickly? It's really freaking me out. That's all for now.

Oh yeah, and here are a few photos from recent articles I've done.

A former auto garage being transformed into an edgy new Oakland cafe

Are all of these bans on children's toys hurting small toy businesses?

UC Berkeley hosts local SWAT teams as they train for emergencies such as school shootings.