In the be careful what you wish for category, when I finally got the house renovation behind me and could put my eye completely on the ball, I wished that I could regain the passion I once had for covering media. Lately it has been such a balls in the air type situation – the media landscape is undergoing a massive upheavel while nothing is really happening – sort of weird. Like the prognosticators are saying TV IS DEAD but television is alive and well and audience viewing is actually up. Go figure. Meanwhile these little itty bitty areas are growing like a house on fire but none of it equals a pot of gold yet to be investible. What’s an investigative reporter to do? Look beyond your geography – and so it is that I have found my passion once again in media – in eastern Europe, in Bejing, in Spain – everywhere but here in the good ole U S of A.
But now again, work expands to meet the time allowed, and when you feed the monster, it keeps eating and eating and eating. Pretty soon, you wake up and wow, you’re old and life is over. No, you wake up and say, it’s Friday and I don’t know about you, but I am ready to Swirl.