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Tag Archives: journalism
Amateur Russian Artists
(I’m so excited to share this with you. I told myself that I’d try to take a break from blogging this month, but it’s almost the end of August, and I’m just bursting with posts!) I visited a new art … Continue reading
Interviewing Pussy Riot
It was one of the most bizarre and enjoyable interviews I’ve ever done. It was just before 2:00 in the morning. We’d been parked in a dark Moscow alley for close to 3 hours, waiting, re-hashing our questions, getting impatient. … Continue reading
Filming at the Bolshoi Ballet Academy
This was one of the most enjoyable shoots I’ve been able to do since coming to work at this news agency. The academy was this wonderful mix of drafty, old Soviet hallways, strict straight-backed ballet teachers, and nine-year-old Russian ballerinas … Continue reading
American dancers at the Bolshoi
I’m pretty excited for work tomorrow – I get to interview some ballerina’s at the Bolshoi academy! Here’s a TV story that the New York Times did about a ballet dancer that goes to our church here in Moscow. It’s … Continue reading
Do you want to be a journalist? (part II)
Everyone has a dream – something they want to do that they’re excited about and afraid of at the same time. Becoming a journalist used to be one of my dreams, and now it’s come true. Looking back there were some … Continue reading
Do you want to be a journalist? (part I)
A few years ago I was sitting in a cafe on Arbat Street in Moscow with some friends. We were all EFL teachers, and some of us started talking about how we didn’t want to teach English for the rest … Continue reading
Russia’s elections as seen from the newsroom…
It started at two in the morning when my cell phone buzzed on the nightstand, telling me the taxi was waiting outside. The office was empty and half dark when I got there. Even the coffee machines were turned off. … Continue reading
Back to Work: the Good, the Bad, and the Great
If the metro smells like Russia – dank, dusty, like a greasy, wood replica-paneled Soviet escalator, then my office smells like Europe – dark coffee, cinnamon cookies and chocolate with the quiet hum of the printer and click of keyboards. … Continue reading
gray weekend
Friday night, dragging home late from the office I felt sick. Headache, exhausted, hoarse throat, and totally discouraged after my 3-month development talk with my boss. A nagging voice at the back of my head all day – am I … Continue reading
“Reflections”
The ballet just kind of landed in my lap. Rushed out of the edit room and into my boots – fifteen minutes until the press conference starts with the cameraman tapping his watch impatiently. I just got assigned this story … Continue reading
