Nevermore.

Since I did not create this blog at the beginning of my internship, I'm posting a few videos I helped film/edit to showcase my work. Once all caught up, I'll be able to post more recent work, including my photography and the occasional witty/sarcastic remarks that clutter my young mind.



 

Ray Ray. My first video I helped edit. I want to say this is his "rant" about the Jets hype, but he gets very offended by that term, so we'll just say this is his "bottom line" opinion of Rex's boys.

 

Press conference after victory over the Jets, held in The Castle. I have to say, the Ravens castle is a child's dream. A maze of lavish rooms featuring their signature majestic purple. It was my first encounter with any part of the team and I was in awe. I was amongst ESPN and FOX news, a slew of foul-mouthed men who knew a lifetime of knowledge about every player on every team and every move anyone has ever made, ever. It was me and one other woman. We locked eyes from across the room and gave each other the "we're one of them" look. Of course we posted up next to each other when filming the press conference, strength in numbers. I enter the room with my co-worker Kevin (who covers the Ravens and gave me the run-down on the players' lives, specifically my new love, shorty Ray Rice), and immediately hear "those shoes are great! I love them!" Obviously rockin' the maroon high tops, and it's none other than Kevin Byrne, Senior VP of Public and Community Relations for the Ravens. All my nerves floated away for a hot second, until Kevin said "don't forget to press record," and then the next 3 minutes were spent in my own paranoia whirlwind as my mind repeated "dontforgettopressrecordohmygoddonotforgettopressrecordifyouscrewthisupyou'redone." Needless to say it went pretty smoothly. And after strolling around, gushing over their prominently displayed trophies and Super Bowl ring, we left The Castle to find ourselves live streaming on WPIX-TV. Sorry for gloating.


 

Now, I don't even know where to begin in describing what I felt while filming this video and its surrounding events. As many of you know (and if not, well now you do), my eyes are larger than the average person's. As big as they may be, I most definitely resembled a dramatic lemur as I walked onto the practice field and saw this monstrosity of muscles walking towards my 5'4" petite body. Not only are they all STARING, since I am a new face, a woman and I look like a child, but then I hear "chucks and a blazer, aight!" It was then that I realized I quite possibly had the creepiest smile plastered across my face and no wonder they were smiling back. It consumed the entirety of my lower face, so I can only imagine it being two giant eyes and a huge smile. Ray Rice in my direct line of vision, walking straight towards me, smile just gets bigger. I see Ray Lewis, tried not making eye contact, failed, I obviously locked eyes with him and couldn't stop staring. He gives me a psychopathic look and then says, in a sly tone, "don't dooooo thaaatttt." Immediately look away and think "s***, I have to film him in about five minutes and he is very capable of crushing me with one hand." He didn't. The filming went pretty well and afterward I kicked it outside the locker room with Joe Flacco, Todd Heap and Jarret Johnson (whilst other muscle bags shuffled in and out of the training room).

Disclaimer: Yes, I am a New Yorker. Yes, I just purchased a Ray Rice jersey. Yes, I wear it religiously as if I've been a fan since the womb. Yes, half the reason why I love them is because they're named after the literary icon, Edgar Allan Poe.



"I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of Beauty." - Poe

A Little Creative Expression...

I must say, creating a blog is quite intimidating. After procrastinating this task for the past 2 weeks, I finally decided it was time. It's a little unnerving to unleash the wrath of your mind and the vulnerability of your work to the world, but after my enlightenment regarding my lack of care concerning the judgement of others, I realized there's nothing to fear. Until this haunts me years later and I find myself jobless and broke...hmmm...that was pretty bleak. I guess that's what I get for writing in the dim, ominous light cast by a "carving pumpkins" candle on my desk, paired with Minus The Bear creeping from my speakers. I felt it was the creative way to go about this. Maybe I'll get super pretentious and start chain smoking as I run through bottles of Cabernet. I can't smoke, I have asthma. So much for that idea.

So here it is...the absurd ideas peppering my imagination accompanied by my professional work composed at my internship with The Baltimore Sun.