The report between Margaret and Josh about their Georgia roots
Not only did he decline to answer the question, he also asked one of my coworkers at Capitol News Connection why I was asking idiotic questions.In addition to running that website, CNC also covers Capitol Hill for radio stations across the country. Stations from different states submit requests for stories about Congressional business relevant to their states. Then we report, write and track the stories. This allows stations that don’t have a bureau in Washington D.C. to get news from Capitol Hill.
Take a look at CNC’s website, and the Ask Your Lawmaker site. You can hear me ask Waxman about goats mowing the lawn and also submit your own questions or vote on existing questions.
Turn on yoru speaklers if you just want to hear Rep. Waxman comments or more informative answers from Rep. Mike Honda (D-CA). Also, if you want to find out why Rep. Terry is not in favor of legalizing marijuana take a look at this article and let me know what you think!
He moonwalked into our lives and forever left his mark on popular culture around the world. We grew up dancing to thriller, singing along to numerous renditions of his songs, and screeching “Hee—hee” as best we could.
He was King of Pop, but Michael Jackson’s legacy didn’t stop at his music, or even his dancing. Though he is known for his record breaking music, his outrageous style is equally recognizable for all those who haven’t been living under a rock for the past four decades.
Michael was among the few artists capable of collaborating his music with his presence to create a revolutionary trademark. Who could picture Michael performing “Billie Jean” without the infamous glove? For years after the Triumph Tour during the 80s, when Michael first rocked his signature crystal studded glove, people from every corner of the world caught on, even on the day honoring his funeral services. In fashionable respect, the Jackson brothers wore sunglasses, a gold tie, and of course, a single white glove as they carried out Michael’s casket.
After the release of Thriller, the Jheri Curl was suddenly sexy, and aviators were no longer for pilots. From his extravagantly sequined blazers to his too-short patent leather pants, Michael’s eccentric taste for clothing and accessories have manifested its way through the wardrobes of many.
So, the next time you are trying on that black fedora or strutting a military jacket, remember who that is in the mirror because no message could have been any clearer: Michael’s legacy style will continue for many decades to come.
As the week continued, I was given my own business cards, a congressional press pass and open access to just about any event I wanted to cover. It was incredible! Who would have thought that a small town southerner would be reporting in Washington D.C.?
fishing at the lake, my swimming pool, the summer gardening and so much more.
, but in fair warning, any time you knock out one or two things, you might find there's four more things you need to check out. With my list of activities finally starting to turn into a list of accomplishm
ents, one of my most memorable experiences has been the Marine Corps Silent Drill Team at 8th and I.
Growing up the daughter of a Marine, the parade was something I've been wanting to attend for a long time. Finally, for my 21st birthday, my not-real-uncle, Uncle Gil, invited me to the parade, where I got to see Chesty (The Marine Corps Bulldog Mascot), honor our nation's finest and of course, meet some very good looking Marines.
n a vast ocean with fish he never knew existed. It was scary at first, the water was cold and uncertain. Then slowly the water warmed and I acclimated to my new water. I am now a guppy. A guppy swimming among the big fish of Washington DC. Going unnoticed and ignored. Left to grow and learn the ways of these new waters on my own.
Nationals or Orioles? Democrats or Republicans? 9:30 Club or Black Cat? This city can't seem to agree on anything. Don't worry, the U.S. soccer team is here to fix that.
After their incredible and improbable run at the Confederations Cup in South Africa, the U.S. is ready to show off their new skills to a home crowd -- in D.C. On July 8, The U.S. will play Honduras in their second game back in the States (the first is in Seattle, so it will probably be rained out) since almost defeating Brazil to win the Confederations Cup Sunday.
In case your TV only picks up Wimbledon and you missed it, the U.S. team had a 2-0 lead at the end of the first half only to give up 3 goals in the second half of their first FIFA tournament final ever. (Did we mention Brazil is now on a 16-game unbeaten streak?) How did the boys in red, white and blue get to the final, you may ask. By beating the No. 1 ranked team in the world, Spain, 2-0 in the semifinal.
It certainly seems the U.S. is finally able to compete in that little-known sport heading into the World Cup, but they are still missing one thing: Fans.
We're not talking "buy a bobblehead of your favorite player" fans, we're talking soccer fans. "Make a cape out of your country's flag" fans. "Don't stop yelling until the team goes into the loccer room" fans. Fans that the world should be scared of. Fans like the Screaming Eagles.
D.C. can set the tone. The U.S. already played Honduras once this year -- a close game that ended with the U.S. winning 2-1 in front of more than 55,000 in Chicago. RFK Stadium only holds 45,600, but that should be more than enough if they cheer like DC United fans.
Tickets are still available in four of the five sections, so if you want to be able to read the names on the jerseys or save some money chilling with the pigeons, RFK's got you covered. Camden or Nats Park? CNN or Fox News? Next Wednesday it doesn't matter, just get out and cheer on a team that deserves your support.
Over the last 4 weeks I feel as though I have been the closest to my ultimate dreams, yet the furthest away. As I continue to learn about this city, the opportunities, and my love for journalism within politics, the excitement is a constant reminder of where I belong.
As I sit in my apartment and gaze out my window, it still feels like a dream. The monuments are real. The humid air flowing in the window is a continuous reminder that I have finally made it to DC. After growing up visiting our nation’s Capitol I knew that at some point I would end up here. SIWJournalism is my first step… the ultimate step… or leap of faith.
I have had so many great experiences after 4 short weeks in DC. From the Capitol, to speakers, class and embassies, the opportunities never rest.
I hope to apply every opportunity of this amazing city with what I am currently learning in my Semester in Washington classes. I have had a personal blog since the beginning of last semester, strictly using it to post for a technology/ media class at Creighton, and nothing else.
After attending a Republican National Committee Women’s Leadership Summit last Friday, I now know the direction I want it to go in. With a little bit of help from the skills learned from SIWJ and an RNC speaker and former intern, I decided to re-focus my blog to “What An Omaha Girls Needs to Know to Survive in Washington DC.”
I am excited to continue in the world of New Media and add it to my Public Relations background. With my involvement in politics and Capitol Hill, I know they will come in handy while having fun with my new blog idea.
I will definitely check back in!
Life without Joey...
Joey was supposed to be my roommate this summer in D.C.
He never showed up.
I still go to sleep each night with a bare mattress across the room.
Josh and Jordan are my other roommates. For the first few weeks we’d walk in the room shouting out for Joey hoping he’d finally arrive. We know nothing about Joey but we built him up in our minds as some kind of muscle bound male, simply based off his name and the fact that he’s from Florida. Josh, Jordan and I all got along great and we couldn’t wait to add Joey’s personality to our group. But we’ve given up and we’ve adjusted to life without Joey. And he has no idea what he’s missing out on.
So Joey, here’s a quick wrap up on what you’ve missed out on.
Well the first day here, Josh, Jordan and I saw Captain Dan (Gary Sinise) from the movie Forrest Gump in the Memorial Day Parade. Although that quick moment was exciting enough in and of itself, he’s missed much more.
Joey’s missed the Amos Gelb tourist experience (too much to describe here), discovering hidden memorials at night, sports outside the Washington Monument, nightlife throughout DC (sorry, no details), John Donvan from Nightline , the House Chambers, stirring Washington Nationals games, the Gay Pride Parade, documenting the Revivalists, sunburns at the Mt. Vernon pool, and way too many other priceless moments.
Joey’s missed out on a lot here in D.C. We’re sure he would have added another great element and sadly he’ll never be one of the The Knight’s of Gelb. (That's we call ourselves, the survivors of this summer semester in DC) But we’re surviving...to say the least.
Mahendrm, who traveled from India to Washington, D.C. with his family said, when he got ready for his close up it was really more important to capture the Capitol itself.
with everyone and where we should go. It was a different place than I have been used to being these last couple of weeks. Everyone else has been giving me tours and teaching me how to get around. This weekend was my turn to show off what I had learned.I started the day by showing them how to use the metro system. Then I had to direct everyone to which station we needed to get off. I decided we should get off at the Smithsonian so we could be in the middle of the monuments and Smithsonian museums. This turned out to be a smart choice. We spent the afternoon in the Smithsonian Castle and Museum of Natural History. Then, we headed back outside to walk down the mall to Abraham Lincoln and his memorial. My friends and family enjoyed the walk and got some fun pictures at the different monuments. It was an exciting weekend for me. As corny as it sounds, I was proud to be considered knowledgeable enough to lead a group of people around downtown!
Luckily for us, there's cuteoverload.com. When being serious and respected takes it's toll, you can turn here for a little bit of lighthearted stress relief. I know I do.
I have been here in D.C. for just over a week, and it has been all sorts of exciting, wonderful, etc. I am interning at Washington Monthly magazine, which has been great: The work isn’t too hard or too boring (they DON’T have me getting coffee), the people have been welcoming and they gave me my own office, right across the hall from the editor-in-chief’s.
It has been going great … until a few days ago.
Paul Glastris, the editor-in-chief, ducked in Monday afternoon to tell me that someone from the office next door to us has come down with what may be swine flu.
Apparently, one can carry it for about a week before experiencing any symptoms, and it can linger on surfaces
(for example, in the bathroom I just used) for several days. The elevator operators are being tested. A man with a surgical mask just disinfected my doorknob, and I have decided to limit myself to one bathroom stall. Really, though, by continuing to come to work, I might as well be doing this.
Who knows? By the time you read this, I might already be infected.
What I'm asking you to consider is that the next four years don't have to be just a stepping stone. You are very bright, impressive young people. But for the last four years, your GPA has been calculated to two decimal points and you've pushed yourselves very hard. Many of you have succeeded because you have stuck to a very rigid and linear path and that is fine, that's fine. All I'm asking you to do in college is to take a moment every now and then, breathe, look around you. If something intrigues you, take a small chance. You might just find your entire life you've been planning on. ...
The point is, at this moment, many of you have ideas of what you want to do with your life, but for many of you those ideas will change. And that's because you think you know who you are right now, but you really don't. ... But life and the choices I made have changed me in a thousand ways. None of it would have happened if I had rigidly kept my eyes on the prize and decided with great determination to follow my dream, because I didn't have the slightest idea what my dream was when I was 18. It had to find me.
Later, Alex and I enjoyed a lovely spring night at the first Nationals game of the season. It brought us back to fun SUMMER memories of Twins games, and that's a good thing.
The best part was after our video was played, President Obama said, "That was pretty well done!" The audience laughed and clapped.
The past few weeks haven't been so great. I decided to quit smoking. I woke up one morning and thought, "Hey, you're settling in too well. let's test your emotional stability." I have gone five days, today is day six, without a cigarette. Yay me! Aside from waking up every two hours and having some really creepy dreams, I am doing ok.
