“Party in the USA” Feels Like an Appropriate Song
I am heading to Los Angeles tomorrow at 5:30am, for the Asian American Journalists Association (AAJA) convention. I’ll be armed with a fancy-schmancy Nikon D300 camera (along with a shade protector, cleaning equipment, and three lenses), a fancy-schmancy Edirol mp3 recorder, a BlackBerry as my only source of email, a MacBook Pro laptop full of files, a backup hard drive full of files, an extra flash drive, a set of headphones, a suitcase full of business suits, 100 business cards, 20 copies of my resume, and bigger dreams in journalism than I had before I became involved with AAJA Voices.
Here goes sleepless nights, aching feet, hoarse voices, and a sense of accomplishment.
