The DNC and me: A conundrum
The Democratic National Convention is here, without a doubt. And I couldn’t be more anxiety-ridden.
And a hearty welcome it will be.
I’m not sure why, but the simple sight of Brian Williams broadcasting this morning from a building that I drive by on a near-daily basis really brought out every iota of nervousness I’ve been storing up for the actual event.
But free-floating panic is normal when faced with this kind of situation, right?
My emotions are extremely mixed.
On one hand (my young angry journalist hand), I want to throw myself, bike and video camera, into documenting the whole mess and how it’s going to change the city I know and love.
On the other hand (my wise-beyond-my-years mature editor hand), I’m excited about what I’m actually going to be doing, which is being the point man for all of the Rocky Mountain News‘ live coverage while putting out the usual edition of YourHub (keep an eye on me here).
Luckily, my shift runs from extremely early in the morning to mid-afternoon, so I will be able to absorb a little of the craft and chaos of the event during the evening.
The real party starts tonight, when thousands and thousands of journalists (Sarah and I included) will descend on Elitch Gardens for the big kick off party. I’m still hoping to catch Tom Brokaw on the Mind Eraser, but I have a feeling all the interns and production assistants are going to be the ones having the best time.
So buckle up, Denver, and prepare to be invaded. I’m going to go see if I can buy a $10 Nader shirt somewhere.