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I refuse to die.

Last year I read and hear the urgency in different forums that we should journalists use social networks because otherwise die. I'm afraid to die so young and with so many things to do and want to do them, I prefer to find a kind of fountain of youth. Everything indicates that joining social networks and start a blog is a way to continue living as a reporter, though I would add that it takes passion and many to continue in this vocation.

The thorn to open a blog was a long time. Sometimes you know you have to do something and not doing it for laziness or backlog, but there comes a moment and this is the day. This is the first entry on a blog that aims to be an inclusive view of information.

Here I want to tell more directly what I do, what I write and investigate. This is a blog to know what you think about the issues that board, what worries you, what do you suggest or think those points should be included in the investigations conducted.

With that of the specialists and analysts say if a journalist does not use social networks is sentenced to death slowly, I decided to fully integrate technology reportorial exercise. The first example occurred when I interviewed me via Facebook to patent Conrad Sayleri, a Haitian who lives in Guadalajara, her brother sent a letter through the Red Cross to say he had survived the earthquake. Conrad tried to find different ways to interview, I called his cell phone and searched but it was impossible. It occurred to me to type his name on Facebook and after they accepted my friendship, I interviewed him in the caralibro via chat.

The second time I used the social networks as a tool to report, I noticed that a friend had joined the group "I do respect pedestrians and special people" decided to click and here the story begins. More than 1700 people are united in this cause. I emailed the creator of this idea, Jonadab Martínez García and acknowledge that when I met him in automatically, I knew it was good news that deserved to be told.

As a reporter I have to walk and run many times to be on time for a press conference or the means to give the report. Line crossing for pedestrians is complicated, I recognize that more than I've ever beaten motorist's chest asking him to do to back, or told "You know the color yellow?, introduce him and here is this way I do."

Not only that, in supermarkets, shopping malls and government offices spaces for people with disabilities are respected. Also, more than I have ever angry and confronted with those who do not respect the drawers for people with disabilities. That is why the Facebook group opened seemed to me that united Jonadab these two subjects that interest me as a reporter.
Jonadab interviewed and discussed his plans to stick stickers with the legend "I do respect", Sunday May 9, these unknown joined the network to raise awareness among motorists.

is true, as journalists we have a lot of bad news, fill in the gaps of information that leaves the liver and head bleeding burning with rage, but it is also necessary to look at those efforts that make citizens to search the country to change, even for many minimum actions are stories that deserve to be told they are the "Other Note" . This is my first blog entry because I refuse to die so young. I'll leave the review, I hope your comments.


This entry

also included the first interview I did with Jonadab Martínez García.

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The Ides of March ... and damn stroke. Cat jinx or cat


March is a month of alterations, mood and weather. People walk and the earth also revolutionized. And it all can not get anything good. After 26 days has not yet cleared the sky.

needed in these last days have the mind on something, reading is always a lifesaver, but not just any reading. If it is complicated does not concentrate the mind, if too light gives us some embarrassment fun or pleasure reading that we can produce.

A lost book on a shelf home I was very helpful, short stories, and best, very human.

"As I shook the urgency possible, my comfort and my routines left me. I began to feel the air around me. He knew me air had the warmth of my own voice. Once under cover, I stood still. I picked up simple words and bright cold gripped me guts. came swimming toward me and put themselves on the network.. "
Ameni
This was written by Rozsa, one of many people who sent a short story by Paul Auster, and he made anonymous contributions to such a book.

And the truth in that short paragraph is told all the anguish I sense these days.

Unit 8 Vocabulary Unit C

spy?


My husband has a subscription to the Journal of the Navy for years. The truth is that it has a number of paragraphs full of curiosities, stories of the sea, sailors, people delivered and especially history. Reading the number of October last year in the Miscellaneous section found an article that we discussed with friends and we laugh game, I searched for information over the network and have come up photos of the protagonist of the story I'm going to copy and well worth a comment.

24,393 .- born survivor. (Signed JR)

On May 27, 1941, shortly after that the battleship Bismarck was sunk in a terrible and unequal combatecuando the destroyer HMS Cossack trying to rescue survivors of the battleship, from the wreck appeared a cat climbed a tree. A sailor of the destroyer was lowered to the surface and was rescued. ERL cat was black with a white band on the neck, had yellow eyes and wearing a collar with a badge with his name, Oscar, and explained that part of the "endowment" of the German battleship.

The castaway cat adopt left the Royal Navy and remained in the Cossack until October 23 was sunk by German submarine U 563. Oscar could be safe in a destroyer of boats, rescued by the aircraft carrier HMS Ark Royal, which was again adopted, but not for long, since the November 14 U 81 torpedoed the carrier, sinking. Survivor

born, Oscar again saved his skin, but did not return to sea, perhaps to understand the Admiralty that if Germany was not a spy, was a downright jinxed. He spent "for" the home of marine Belfast, where he later died a peaceful existence, they say that looking at the sea in 1955.

This is the amazing story of Oscar cat ... but the good news is that network to search for information on this cat, especially a picture to illustrate the subject, I bullet with another cat named Oscar and the truth has given me a bad feeling about the history of those that make your hair stand on end ... if anyone is curious just have to find the net ... I do not say much else.

What Does The Bottom Of A Le Creuset

Phobia "?

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very entertaining in my moments of rest. In the end I chopped and I signed up to Facebook. After the first moments, as always, you pay the hazing doing things you should not do, charge me a browser having to download another, write stupidity after stupidity, though I laugh a lot with them ... well then last night gave me a panic attack.

If as is, was chatting with some friends chatting quietly when I started to sweat, my pulse quickened and watch with horror that he was abducted by the screen, my fingers could not depart from the keyboard, and I felt like thousands of eyes peered at me from every corner. I had to shut down, if I had to get up and snuff I had smoked a whole box.

I was dying of terror, can certainly be an exaggeration but it is not. I do not like crowds but not to the point of not being able to go to the cinema or a concert or shopping in a department store ... of course I always try to go when they are about to begin and be numbered seat or go shopping minimum flow times. I have agoraphobia, height has nothing to do with the vertigo and consulting ... a professional tells me that something similar could happen to me last night.

After reflecting and comparing felt the same that once tried to climb the ladder Saints Jerome carved into the rock, the other possibility of scaling up was unthinkable for me, when I took 10 steps and that was narrowing the couple's view of the gulf widened, I began to sweat, have palpitations violent, I could not breathe, my legs were lead and locks could not move and the impression of being swallowed by the space opened up before me. And that's what happened to me last night ...

will be a matter of going with touch ... do not want to end up like the main picture.