I know I said that I wasn’t one to beg, but I’m making just one more tiny tiny exception (two in one week, YIKES!). OK, I’m lying. It’s a big fat, pie-in-the-sky whopper. In addition to my plea for just one of the 1000 journals (which still stands, but this wish DEFINITELY pre-empts that one!), I’m also willing to get down on my knees for tickets to Obama’s inauguration. Unfortunately, everyone else and their mom wants to go too, and there are only 240,000 seats. That’s like 2.5 Dallas Cowboys mega-stadiums, but considering the entire nation wants to fit inside, it’s creating a bit of a problem for those of us who propelled the Obama movement to victory, but don’t have thousands of dollars sitting around to be spent on bad ass moments in history.
Never having been one to give up easily, I’m still trying! Miss Amira Dugrhi (my very favorite documentary film wonder-child) and I have hatched a plan to crash the party! We searched E-Bay first, but holy cow, even on November 12th the prices were ridic. So, I also wrote our congressman, Peter DeFazio, and am stopping by his office tomorrow to make our case in person.
Additionally (and boy is it your lucky day!), we’ll also make it to you. Practice makes perfect, you know? Plus you can send in feedback that might improve our argument (hint hint!).
Ladies and Gentlemen of the jury:
Our generation–so-called Generation Y–was a major force in the Obama Campaign’s success for a White House bid. We tuned into his energy and tone early on and were vocal supporters for the three years this presidential cycle spanned. We talked about him to anyone and everyone. We got our parents and families excited about him. We made videos, wrote blogs and songs about him. We designed freakin amazing posters, T-shirts and stickers for the cause. We exhibited all the signs of Obama fever and it paid off for his campaign in a big way. History was made.
Yet, the “millenials” are largely being squeezed out of an event that we should be on the VIP list for. January 20, 2009 is a big freakin’ deal! Obama’s speech will undoubtably go into the history books. We can only guess how many boxes of Kleenex will fly off the shelves the day before. Put simply: The moment will be unforgettable. Incredible. But we won’t be there, because we don’t have those good ol’boy connections to get tickets from our Congressmen and women, and most of us can’t afford to buy scalped tickets at thousands a piece.
It’s not exactly the way you keep Generation Y inspired to build an era of greatness in American history. We want to be involved. We want to engage. We expect access, because that’s what we are about. That’s where we are taking society. Because we believe in access (we are, after all, the children of the Internet, the ultimate symbol of access), we feel strongly that people from our generation have a right to experience this moment in history; that the rich shouldn’t be the only ones in attendence; that CNN and the like shouldn’t be the only media entities to receive press passes!
Sidenote to readers: we were super stoked to see this article on CNN (Yeah we know we just made them out to be our arch nemisis, but you know how it goes…gotta know your enemy!) about the program Earl Stafford has put together to grant access to the event to the poor and underpriviledged. Major major respect for him re: this.
But we digress. Where were we? Oh yeah…
Considering the role Generation Y played in electing our soon-to-be 44th President, and because we are the rapidly approaching future of news media (among other things), we implore you to support us as its representatives at the inauguration. We’ve got the means to get there. We’ve got the vision and talent to cover the occasion for our peers and beyond. But we haven’t got one of those 240,000 passes to get in the door.
We’re kind of like Charlie. Frantically searching for the last golden ticket, hoping to meet the illustrious Willy Wonka.
Can you help us find a ticket? We’ll even do the Ooompa Loompa dance for you if you can (SUCH an amazing/motivating incentive, I know!).
On deck: Episode No.2 of our Torture! It’s What’s For Dinner series. We’ll be taking a look at the history of torture in America, in order to better understand how we got to where we are today. Keep a look out for it! It’s sure to be enlightening.
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All We Want For Christmas Is…
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I know I said that I wasn’t one to beg, but I’m making just one more tiny tiny exception (two in one week, YIKES!). OK, I’m lying. It’s a big fat, pie-in-the-sky whopper. In addition to my plea for just one of the 1000 journals (which still stands, but this wish DEFINITELY pre-empts that one!), I’m also willing to get down on my knees for tickets to Obama’s inauguration. Unfortunately, everyone else and their mom wants to go too, and there are only 240,000 seats. That’s like 2.5 Dallas Cowboys mega-stadiums, but considering the entire nation wants to fit inside, it’s creating a bit of a problem for those of us who propelled the Obama movement to victory, but don’t have thousands of dollars sitting around to be spent on bad ass moments in history.
Never having been one to give up easily, I’m still trying! Miss Amira Dugrhi (my very favorite documentary film wonder-child) and I have hatched a plan to crash the party! We searched E-Bay first, but holy cow, even on November 12th the prices were ridic. So, I also wrote our congressman, Peter DeFazio, and am stopping by his office tomorrow to make our case in person.
Additionally (and boy is it your lucky day!), we’ll also make it to you. Practice makes perfect, you know? Plus you can send in feedback that might improve our argument (hint hint!).
Ladies and Gentlemen of the jury:
Our generation–so-called Generation Y–was a major force in the Obama Campaign’s success for a White House bid. We tuned into his energy and tone early on and were vocal supporters for the three years this presidential cycle spanned. We talked about him to anyone and everyone. We got our parents and families excited about him. We made videos, wrote blogs and songs about him. We designed freakin amazing posters, T-shirts and stickers for the cause. We exhibited all the signs of Obama fever and it paid off for his campaign in a big way. History was made.
Yet, the “millenials” are largely being squeezed out of an event that we should be on the VIP list for. January 20, 2009 is a big freakin’ deal! Obama’s speech will undoubtably go into the history books. We can only guess how many boxes of Kleenex will fly off the shelves the day before. Put simply: The moment will be unforgettable. Incredible. But we won’t be there, because we don’t have those good ol’boy connections to get tickets from our Congressmen and women, and most of us can’t afford to buy scalped tickets at thousands a piece.
It’s not exactly the way you keep Generation Y inspired to build an era of greatness in American history. We want to be involved. We want to engage. We expect access, because that’s what we are about. That’s where we are taking society. Because we believe in access (we are, after all, the children of the Internet, the ultimate symbol of access), we feel strongly that people from our generation have a right to experience this moment in history; that the rich shouldn’t be the only ones in attendence; that CNN and the like shouldn’t be the only media entities to receive press passes!
Sidenote to readers: we were super stoked to see this article on CNN (Yeah we know we just made them out to be our arch nemisis, but you know how it goes…gotta know your enemy!) about the program Earl Stafford has put together to grant access to the event to the poor and underpriviledged. Major major respect for him re: this.
But we digress. Where were we? Oh yeah…
Considering the role Generation Y played in electing our soon-to-be 44th President, and because we are the rapidly approaching future of news media (among other things), we implore you to support us as its representatives at the inauguration. We’ve got the means to get there. We’ve got the vision and talent to cover the occasion for our peers and beyond. But we haven’t got one of those 240,000 passes to get in the door.
We’re kind of like Charlie. Frantically searching for the last golden ticket, hoping to meet the illustrious Willy Wonka.
Can you help us find a ticket? We’ll even do the Ooompa Loompa dance for you if you can (SUCH an amazing/motivating incentive, I know!).
Many thanks.
kill button & little girl
(a.k.a. the vision and the voice)
On deck: Episode No.2 of our Torture! It’s What’s For Dinner series. We’ll be taking a look at the history of torture in America, in order to better understand how we got to where we are today. Keep a look out for it! It’s sure to be enlightening.