When I was in high school, I decided that my university major would one day be journalism. Somewhere along the way, my choice of major changed to human resources… then accounting… then undeclared… and then marketing. But despite my flip-flopping in choice of major, my interest in journalism hasn’t wavered. I love watching news coverage, reading newspapers, and my roster of magazine subscriptions is extensive. While I was in grad school, I signed up for a history of news course from the journalism department as my elective. Despite it not directly relating to my career goals, it was by far my favourite class.
When Lloyd Robertson, Canada’s long-serving and easily most recognizable news anchor, released his autobiography, I knew I’d love it. I certainly wasn’t disappointed – Robertson depicts the “story behind the story” and details the coverage of events such as 9/11, the Quebec Referendum, Kennedy assassination, royal weddings, and a myriad of Canadian elections. But Robertson also dives deeper – giving readers insights into the changing face of news (a great throwback to my journalism class), his troubled childhood, and how he learned to balance a skyrocketing career and family. He makes sure to provide some laughs as well – from conversations with Prince Philip to a hair dye snafu to on-air flubs.
If you love news and want to learn more about the man who brought us the stories for so many years, I definitely recommend The Kind of Life It’s Been. And if nothing else, you’ll appreciate that the next time you eat candy at work and get it stuck in your teeth, at least you’re not being broadcast to a national audience.
It’s November 30 and I have one blog entry for each and every day in November. Mission NaBloPoMo is complete and not a day too soon!
Today’s Friday favourite will actually be three…
- Making it to this month in the calendar.
- Accomplishing goals!!
- Avon nail polish… great colours and long lasting. This is four days in with no top or base coat and no touch-ups… not bad at all!
Have a great weekend! I’ll see you back here on Monday.
I’m a communicator both by nature and by grad degree. I find myself regularly studying communication strategies, critiquing design decisions and editing copy… and that’s just while looking at ads on the subway. One of my side projects is consulting on church communications. To keep myself refreshed, I was looking through my notes from the 2011 Create Conference. One of the featured speakers was Kem Meyer, Communications Director at Granger Community Church. Her thoughts are worth re-visiting so today I share them with you:
- It’s not what you say, it’s what people hear.
- Not our job to send the right message but to release the right response!
- Check your ego: Before people encounter your message, they encounter you!
- Do you overestimate what you say but underestimate your audience?
- Run your messages through a filter – how will your audience respond?
- “What” is a supporting character, “Who” is a lead character!
- Get an image consultant: Do you know how you’re coming across? Draw on the wisdom of people who have different perspectives. Become a student of everyone – they can save you from you!
- Learning about your audience helps you to predict their response.
- Keep it simple: if you want to maximize the response, minimize the options.
- People only notice what they’re looking for.
- Are we bombarding people with too many options?
- Spend more time curating, less time creating.
- “A generation ago, the question was ‘What is truth?’ Today, it’s ‘What’s the point?'” – Billy Graham
November is almost over and thankfully that also means the end of NaBloPoMo. I’m quickly running out of inspiration so today I’m going to send you over to someone who is providing a fresh batch. My friend Heather is participating in a Christmas Decorating blog collaboration and has posted a tutorial for these fantastic Scrabble ornaments. In the mean time, I’ll be back here scrambling to put together two more November posts.
You would think that five years post-undergrad, I’d have the work morning routine down by now. I still find myself waking up, pressing snooze a few times, and then bleary-eyed making my way through my morning routine: Make bed (a must!!). Shower. Pour cereal in bowl. Munch. Convince self not to just toss hair into a ponytail. Drink tea.
The morning workout was supposed to be added to this routine… but as we all know, that hasn’t been working out so well. It could also be the reason why my pants have started to feel a bit tight.
Lack of morning workout aside, I’ve found a huge boost in my morning routine comes from having my lunch already packed and ready to go.
Carlo Mendoza for Canadian Family
This week, I’m packing a quinoa salad recommended by Rachel at the Blissful Bakker. If your lunch needs a toss-up, this one’s for you. It’s ridiculously easy to make (and substitute-friendly to suit your tastes), very filling and yum-o. Never before have I had cravings for the salad that I know is waiting on the other side of the refrigerator door.
Now that the lunch question is answered for the rest of this week, I’m back to focusing on the elusive morning workout. One failed morning down, four attempts to go…
Another Monday of creating positive emotions… here are a few of the things I’m thankful for today:
- Prairie Girl chocolate-chocolate cupcakes
- Friends to share great conversation, food and a trip to the Distillery District with
- Naps on the couch during Friends reruns
- Tea on a cold day
- Finally finding tahini at Bulk Barn after two unsuccessful grocery store trips (recipe post coming soon!)
- Great biographies to read on the subway (again, the subject of an upcoming post!)
- The fact that I worked out this morning to get this week off to a great start*
- And once again, grace. Always, always, always grace.
*I’m writing that one in faith – I’m writing this entry on Sunday evening… so hopefully I will be thankful for getting myself out of bed and to the gym!!
I live in Toronto and the city has been caught up in Grey Cup fever of late. It has provided yet more proof that I don’t have brothers or a boyfriend and that my dad doesn’t care about sports: I thought the big game was yesterday. Oops.
Ummm… go Argos? (This coming from the girl who just had to Google if it was “Argos” or “Argoes”.)