Archive for the ‘Work’ Category

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The deal with ACORN

October 16, 2008

Count me amongst the many who have had encounters with ACORN who were completely unsurprised the day the news broke that their Vegas office had been raided with evidence of wrongdoing.

Now, don’t get me wrong: I had never heard of anything illegal or illegitimate nor had anyone in the campaign around me. (For the record, I work for the ‘Campaign for Change,’ a Democratic organization whose purpose is to elect Obama and fellow Dems. It is technically separate than ‘Obama for America,’ but the goals are obviously the same.)

But ACORN is sketch, at least the Vegas branch. Technically, the organization is non-partisan but that hasn’t stopped them from endorsing Obama. They work to register and organize minorities and people of low income, demographics that tend to lean left on the political spectrum.

Why do I call them sketch? Based on the ecounters I had with them when I was out volunteering for the campaign. Every now and then, I would go out to the DMV and stand in the hot Vegas summer sun to register new voters. Even though ACORN was out there pretty much every day (in numbers, sometimes a few at a time), the campaign had its own independent system. Definitely a good thing seeing what has happened.

But yeah, I would stand there, baking, asking politely if people were registered. I wasn’t exactly putting on the “hard sell.” Either they were registered or they weren’t. Either they wanted to vote or they didn’t. But these ACORN guys were ferocious. They would practically hound people, and occasionally they would stand in front of me to try to prevent me from stealing some of “their” new registrations. (Ironically, it often backfired because people would see me, all relaxed and wearing official Obama stickers and gear, and walk around them to get to me.)

I understand why they are so intense. They are paid on commission. They have an invested interest in racking up as many voter registration forms as possible. I (and the other Obama people who are out there registering voters) am just a volunteer. I don’t get paid no matter how many forms I bring back. That’s why it didn’t surprise me at all to see that some workers made up fake names. I don’t believe at all it is part of conspiracy to actually gain more votes come election day; I believe it was done for the financial gain of specific workers.

It’s actually kind of amusing the Republican party is hammering the Obama campaign on this issue. Now, you all can draw your own conclusions in terms of Obama’s connection to the group in the mid-90s as well as his campaign’s contribution to the organization. I don’t love the association, but it’s far from a dealbreaker for me. I mean, I imagine the group does do a lot of good and I have no idea what the reputation of the non-Vegas branches are like.

But the reason why I’m amused by the right’s attack on the Democratic party is because I personally witnessed the friendly, cordial, and mutually beneficial relationship between people who worked for ACORN and people who worked for the Republican party.

Again, let me try to paint you a scene. It is a hot summer day in front of the Flamingo DMV in Vegas. There are very often three unique groups of people out there trying to register new voters (sometimes more, but the three groups that I will mention were the most prevalent). There is the Campaign for Change, people like me who are actually volunteering. So, they don’t get paid whether they get one form completed in two hours or forty forms completed. Then there’s ACORN, funded by your tax dollars as a non-partisan group, who get paid based on the amount of completed forms they bring in. Then there’s the Republican party, whose workers deal with a sliding scale. Technically, they can register anyone but they get positive points for every repub they register and negative points for every democat they register. So they have an invested interest in registering repubs as opposed to democrats.

Now, the Campaign for Change’s policy is to register anyone who wants to be registered. Part of me respects the Republican party’s cutthroat nature to do whatever it takes to help the cause while making sure that you don’t hurt it, but the democratic campaign likes to live by its crazy ideals. So, for volunteers of the campaign for change, you register everyone.

Because of the Republican party’s standards and ACORN’s standards, an odd alliance seemed to form between the employees of the two groups. ACORN people, when they encountered a rare minority who wanted to register repub (I only say ‘rare’ based on statistical demographics), they might point that person toward the republican employee with the acknowledgment that if a democrat who wanted to register came to the republican employee, they would point them toward ACORN. Again, they made for strange bedfellows.

But yeah, that’s my insight into ACORN. They’re sketch, but I don’t think it is evidence of an election day conspiracy nor do I believe the Obama campaign has much if any current connection to the group (I think there was a reason why we did our own voter registration).

Hope that gives you all some additional info that you might not have gotten on the major news networks…

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Uncle S.A.M.

March 31, 2008

Manuel and Bryan, who are responsible for creating all of the wonderful art that graces the pages of the Stigler News Sentinel, teamed up to produce this house advertisement that I thought up.

Thoughts?

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Woodchucks

March 26, 2008

I discovered this week that each employee of the newspaper is entitled to a free weekly 2 column by 3 inch advertisement. I quickly put my space to use.

Feeling only mildly creative, my ad said simply, “How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?” and then in finer print, “Find out at www.stephenAmurphy.com.”

For those of you who read my college articles, you know what’s coming.

Here is one of my most loved (and most hated for its ridiculousness) columns: Discovering the meaning of life and woodchucks.

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My bust

March 18, 2008

Sorry for the lack of recent posts lately. My goal is to post something new every day (and ideally twice a day), but I’ve been very bad at that the last week or so. It was a combination of a bunch of factors, being busy at work one of the main reasons, that slowed me down on the blog. But I finally got motivated over the weekend and wrote a number of entries, so it’ll just be a matter of uploading them on the site from now on. Easy enough.

If you want me to write about something, leave a comment on the site or email me at stephenAmurphy@gmail.com.

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This Just In: People with sketchy relationships are directed to this web site!

March 7, 2008

Google “quasi girlfriend definition”. You’ll see that stephenAmurphy.com is the first web site listed. Thank you, Megan.

Too bad googling “Stephen Murphy” doesn’t have the same results… Perhaps some day…

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The honeymoon is over.

February 29, 2008

I got chewed out yesterday.

It marks the first time I’ve had someone visibly angry at me in Stigler. A parent was mad that their kid wasn’t in the paper enough in their opinion, and they* let me hear about it.

Now, if I let every complaint or every person who was mad at me bring me down, I would have no chance at making it as a writer, and certainly no chance at making it in the newspaper world. No matter how hard you try or how well you might think you’re doing, there will always be some people mad at you for something.

But I must say I haven’t had someone this mad at me in a long time. The parent even refused to shake my hand when I offered my hand in an introduction and a handshake. That hasn’t happened since I ran for student body president at LMU.

I was at a basketball game when this person pointed at me, said they needed to talk (to which I agreed — I love talking to people who think I’m missing something or doing a bad job, because I really am that eager to improve my product) but then they dismissed me with a wave of a hand. When I asked for their name, they gave it, and then proceeded to tell me that I hadn’t put their kid in the paper once since I got here. Not exactly accurate, but granted the student may not have been in the paper as much as other people.

I offered to set up a time and meet anywhere, but even though the person initiated the conversation and said they wanted to talk, they refused to set up a time to meet.

It was incredibly frustrating. I experienced a range of emotions throughout the ordeal. First, I was just kind of peeved. I wanted to be like, do you have any idea how many hours I work in a given week trying to produce a decent section? The life of a journalist is typically a thankless job (though, honestly, not in Stigler — so many people have been appreciative and have thanked me, which is always nice to hear). But the people who think you’re doing a terrible job always resonate louder than those that think you’re doing a great job.

I was also mad because this person acted as if I was out to get their kid, as if I had some kind of hidden agenda. Of course I want to produce the best sports section possible; of course I want everyone to be happy. No matter how upset you are, why act as if I mean-spiritedly made a conscious decision to not put a teenager in the paper?

Then, I became self-conscious. I began to question my decisions. Maybe I really was messing this aspect of the job up. Maybe I shouldn’t choose the best photo and I should try to spread the love a bit. I mean, that thought wouldn’t even cross my mind for college athletes or pros, but maybe I did need to baby the high school athletes a little. They are only teenagers. I don’t know, it’s a possibility.

Then, I just felt bad. Regardless of who is right, it was extremely difficult to see an upset parent, fighting back tears because I had “devastated” their child.

It was the kind of moment that made me question whether or not I wanted to be a journalist. Another moment came today, when I found out one of my best friends lost her job because her newspaper had to have cutbacks due to financial reasons.

Anyway, it was a sucky moment. I almost didn’t put it in the blog, because I know some people in the town read this, and I didn’t want to call any more attention to it. It’s something I will have to deal with on my own. But it was really weighing on my mind, and I felt like I needed to say my piece to get it off my chest.

(After the encounter, I literally felt like I needed a drink. I drink socially sometimes, but not alone, so I had to think of something else. Luckily, I play cards. I went to the casino, played some hold’em and made $200. That always helps me feel a little better.)

* I’m using “they” just because I really don’t want to identify or even give any clues as to who the person is. I don’t want the kid to get embarrassed over this.

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My “massive pecs” are drawing attention.

February 25, 2008

One of the cool things about having a blog on WordPress is being able to see where some of your traffic is coming from. They have a feature where you can see what people typed into Google or various search engines and how they stumbled upon this blog.

Most of the time, it is just “Stephen A. Murphy” or “Stigler News Sentinel” or some variant of that. But other times, they’ll search for something like “Kristy Gazes” or “Mean Girls” and they’ll stumble upon this lovely haven.

But undoubtedly, the most interesting visitor I have had yet entered my blog the other day. He (or she) was searching for “massive pecs.” As my entry, The Catholic Guy, references said pectorals, he/she was taken to stephenAmurphy.com.

I don’t even want to think about that this person was really searching for, but something tells me he/she was disappointed when they scrolled through the entry and saw no photos.

But don’t worry, maybe one of these days, I will post a picture of my massive pecs. Then, all of the world will be happy. Or throwing up. (No, they will be happy.)

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Consider me a salesman

February 1, 2008

The best and worst part about working at a tiny newspaper is that you get to have a hand in virtually every aspect of the newspaper.

I have learned so much in my first month here and I do so many things that I have never done before. That list includes but is not limited to: designing pages in Indesign (I designed 12 this week, half sports/half news), taking good sports photographs (my managing editor was a photography journalism major in college and has been great in teaching me the nuances of it), using Adobe Photoshop, selling advertisements (sold my first one last week; the total is up to 3), literally going to the presses to help with the printing of the newspaper, etc.

It’s pretty amazing actually to be a part of every step of the process. It’s gratifying and exciting.

Of course, there are downsides. Sometimes, it’s difficult to find time for everything. Obviously, I came here to work as sports editor, so my primary goal is to make the sports section great. That can be difficult when I’m copy editing the newspaper, selling ads for a different publication, etc. All the same, the work needs to be done and the pros certainly out-weigh the cons right now. Plus, I like the team concept.

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What I’m doing

January 27, 2008

A bunch of you back home have been asking to see what I’ve been doing at work. Once again, we don’t have a functional web site yet, but here is a PDF of the last sports front page I designed.

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To My #1 Fan: How could you not love this face?

January 25, 2008

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I have finally arrived in Stigler. I got my first piece of hate mail yesterday.

Some of the highlights: “Hey Yankee, dont even cover the Kinta Eagles until you see them play a game, a non conference game, like the quinton homecoming doesnt count”

“…crow about in the paper you jerk!”

“Dont even say well someone else wrote that story for me, shut the hell up! You are the sports editor and you are responsible for any stories written about sports in that sorry excuse for a newspaper.”

“Until then bite me.”

The rant, in its entirety, can be found in the “Comments” section of my blog entry “The first threat on my life.”

As my college friends know, I got hate mail like it was my job when I was the editor of my college newspaper. I also had endearing fans, but you remember the hate mail so much more. It’s so flattering, and it makes your head swell that much more.

Before I give props to my first hater in Oklahoma, I must give credit where credit is due. To the one, the only Ms. Jenna Hiles. Jenna was the legendary hater. Before we ever met, she ragged on me daily to her friends. She despised my writing, my ego, my paper personality. But then she began dating my former roommate and soon enough, my charm and boyish good looks won her over. She never stood a chance. Now, she’s my #1 fan, constantly singing my praises. She motivates me. No, rather, she inspires me.

And now she has competition. Well, Mr. “Angry at You!”, I appreciate your feedback. Perhaps one day my charm (though hopefully not my boyish good looks) will win you over. Until then, hate away. I will try to do a better job. If you want to help or if you know of people who can write Kinta game recaps (I have yet to find a writer who is willing to do it), email me at stephenAmurphy@gmail.com. You seem like a passionate person, and we definitely need some passion in our new sports section.

Until then, “bite me.”