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Writing IV.

Friday night’s pageant wasn’t absolutely awful. The interview portion onstage was a joke though.

Anyway, here’s more stories from the last couple weeks.

Reno-area water, power usage soars in heat
Smoke pollution could get worse
Crowds flock to river, raising safety concerns
Last summer roundup under way for Nevada mustangs
Reno program gives teen drivers a safe edge
Miss Nevada crowned
Activists oppose BLM proposal to kill mustangs

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Covering the Miss Nevada pageant tonight.

Can it change my perception of what beauty pageants are, a la Gracie in Miss Congeniality?

Probably not, but here’s to hoping.

I’m counting on the kind of blow-up that happened in Miss Congeniality to keep it interesting. Or someone to eat it, much like Miss USA in last week’s Miss Universe pageant.

Did you know there’s a difference between Miss America and Miss USA? Completely different organizations. Someone should do an expose on what the difference actually is.

Let’s see how it goes.

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Journalism adrenaline rushes and being a storyteller.

I have work in about five and a half hours, so I should be asleep right now. I’ll be heading out to Middle of Nowhere, Nev. for a story.

And I’m actually kind of excited about it.

A lot of people would wonder why this matters. Why I would agree to work on a Sunday, why I would care about being in the middle of the desert, why I would bother.

It’s part of what I like to call the “journalism adrenaline rush.”

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A poem.

The following poem by ee cummings is the one I plan on writing a choral arrangement for, when I have some free time and for my own personal enjoyment.

I’m odd like that.

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of a sky in a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

— i carry your heart with me

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