As some of you may know, I spent the last week on a radio mission to the 41st Annual Jazz and Heritage Festival in New Orleans (talk about taking one for the team). During part of my trip, I was unleashed on the festival with a "Production Krewe" pass and my audio equipment. I talked with hundreds of people, ate at least five times my weight in delicious Jazz Fest food, and, of course, listened to LOTS of music. Over the next few days, I'll be editing and posting some of my material. Here are the first two pieces, with love from New Orleans.
It's no mystery what everyone will be talking about this week. I spent hours following President Obama's speech attempting to corral my thoughts into a tidy narrative - until a friend confessed that for her, everything was coming up questions. That exchange inspired me to produce this tiny, partially formed collection of my partially formed thoughts, and I forced myself not to tie the whole thing into a neat bow.
So, in the spirit of full disclosure: I can't promise you revelations or insight or really anything besides questions, because that's all I've got at the moment. But if you love me like I love you, join me on this meandering ramble through my psyche - besides, it's short. And I suspect I am not alone in this mental state.
(That's right - I'm doing two-a-days this weekend to make up for my work-related blogful neglet).
As many of you may have already discovered, my email was hacked this week.
Majorly hacked - as in email everyone I know, delete every message in my account and set up a false account in my name. If you've never experienced this firsthand, trust me when I say: it was infuriating.
Actually, don't trust me - listen to this auditory journey through the land of the recently hacked. And just a PSA: friends don't let friends wire money to London. No matter what.
INTRO: Lauren Peterson never saw herself as a victim - until someone broke into her email account. In the days that followed, Lauren struggled to come to grips with the tragedy and find the upside of light identity theft.
As some of you may know, I spent the last week on a radio mission to the 41st Annual Jazz and Heritage Festival in New Orleans (talk about taking one for the team). During part of my trip, I was unleashed on the festival with a "Production Krewe" pass and my audio equipment. I talked with hundreds of people, ate at least five times my weight in delicious Jazz Fest food, and, of course, listened to LOTS of music. Over the next few days, I'll be editing and posting some of my material. Here are the first two pieces, with love from New Orleans.
