Boston.

I lived in Boston for about six years. It was a love hate relationship. Over those years I grew to appreciate the city, it's crusty citizens and of course it's mad sports teams. We parted on good terms.

​Yesterday, my heart was broken by the senseless violence experienced by the people of my second home town. ​ Fury, helplessness, loss and complete confusion as to who would do such a thing, and why... these emotions and questions cycled through me all afternoon and evening. It is difficult to accept that there are completely unfathomable things that happen in this world. There are things that make no sense to any sane mind. And torturing ourselves with questions of "Why? Why? Why?" sent out into the universe without hope of ever getting an answer makes the experience even more disheartening.

​It seems the lesson I've been trying to learn for the last few months is this: Sometimes, there are no answers. Sometimes no one will give you a reason for their actions and you're left with having to chose to either torture yourself with continual doubt and questioning, or to shrug and walk on with the knowledge that sometimes it's NOT about you, it's completely and utterly someone else's problem.

​Today, I'm haunted by memories of 9/11. This unsettled feeling is, sadly, all too familiar.

HRC SCOTUS & all that jazz

my day spent at the Human Rights Campaign HQ in downtown DC provided some interesting challenges. The field crews were to spend the morning conducting man on the street interviews with people demonstrating at the Supreme Court. It proved to be a bonanza of people with different perspectives on the issue - some more rational than others, but all quite vocal. Unfortunately, the wealth of subject matter meant the editors didn't receive the footage until after 2pm. Between ingest and transcode, I couldn't even screen until close to 4pm. And by the time my out time arrived I had only completed the roughest string out. It always pains me to leave a job incomplete. After explaining how my project was set up and assuring the producer that they could call me at any time with with any questions, I left for the day feeling a bit disappointed and frustrated.

​I am happy to have put in the time at HRC. I do admire their work and believe in what they do.

RLTV

retirement living television? yes indeed. Last week I filled in for a staff editor at RLTV, working with one of my favorite producers - Jim Beard. It was a long haul - Catonsville? Just south of Baltimore, it's about an hour drive for me without traffic (and as people in DC know, there is rarely a time when there is NO traffic).  The show is about people who reinvent themselves and completely change their careers after age 50. Brave, brave souls! But for the most part, they are successful and can spend their second act doing something they love. What's not to admire? ​