As an undergraduate, Political Science
was not my major like it is today; it was my minor. My major was
actually journalism. Armed with a commitment to justice and a healthy
respect for both the first amendment and the truth, I wanted to take
down corruption in the establishment. When I got to my junior year, I
was severely disillusioned with my major. I didn't really agree with
most of the journalists and journalism majors I had met at that
point. The idea of covering “school bake sales” took its toll on me. As quick as I could, I shifted
my focus from journalism to Political Science, and found happiness
again.
Last week was the Taste of Palestine on
Thursday and the Business Expo on Friday. I also published my first
two videos last week, which you can see on Palestine's snazzy YouTube
channel: http://www.youtube.com/user/CityOfPalestineTX
The city's camera is a professional,
shoulder-carry camera that shoots video in a higher definition than
real life. And people absolutely love it. A few people have asked if
I was with the Herald or with a TV newscast. The professional camera
seems to put people at ease. It gives me legitimacy so that, when
they see a guy walking around filming them while they eat or filming
their kids while they play at the park, they're less inclined to have
me arrested. Most importantly, people love to talk to the camera.
Taste of Palestine was just such an example. Half a dozen people
stopped me just to talk. Rafael of the Texas Vineyard and Smokehaus
gave me an advertiser's dream line, about getting to Palestine “as
quick as [he] could.” My video is actually marred by my own voice
through the camcorder's microphone because when I was trying to get
closeups of the food, people would greet me.
Rafael of Texas Vineyard and Smokehaus
Then it dawned on me that I was
covering the same kind of topics that had driven me out of pursuing
journalism. This time was different though, because I felt like there
was a purpose behind it. I'm embarrassed to admit, but I realized
that the stupid minor details that I sought to avoid are a part of a
greater whole. Also, I was getting fed. That probably had something
to do with it too.
The next day I had the Business expo.
For as small a city as Palestine is, I was surprised by how much of a
turn out there was at both of these events. There was close to sixty
each day and many people attending on the consumer side both days. I
even saw a few familiar faces. Friday I was dressed in my 'American
Victorian' wear: a cravat, my derby and a waistcoat. I had to shoot
some video at the Texas State Railroad, by coincidence. I managed to
get a very good shot of the train whistle blowing. As I stood beside
the tracks though, I noticed that not only were people waving at me
but a few were taking pictures. I guess I was in costume by accident.
I learned how to do some of the
maintenance paperwork around the office this week. Invoices and
credit card statements really aren't that difficult, but they are
fairly tedious. Even the satisfaction of hitting something with a big
stamp did not quell my mood. Still, looking at the paper clipped
stack of completed paperwork gave me a perverse sense of pride and
accomplishment.
The rest of the EDC crew went to the
expo after I got back. I held the fort by myself until around 3 or 4.
Wendy, Laura and Breezy had found out about my birthday by reading this lackluster piece of yellow journalism. I was given a late birthday
card, some balloons and a delicious piece of pie from the Oxbow. I'm
not exaggerating when I say that the pie crust was the best I've ever
had. We went to Denby's, where I finally met Wendy's husband. I've
officially met everyone's spouses. After a nice dinner and an
unexpected birthday gift, I went home and got a cramp in my leg.
These were happier when I got them.
Saturday was the Negro Historical
Preservation Society's annual Juneteenth celebration. Juneteenth
refers to when slavery was brought to a definitive end in the United
States. In 1868, Texas was forced to draft a new state constitution,
and allow the newly free men to vote on it. The Freedman's March
ensued, where the new freedmen marched to courthouses all across
Texas, guarded by Union troops, to vote for the first time. The
celebration on Saturday started with a speech and re-enactment at the
courthouse. I was not aware that the courthouse was half a mile away,
and dressed in layers like I usually do. I walked off the pain in my
leg about halfway there and arrived just in time to catch the
re-enactment. It was quite an experience. My heart goes out to the
guys who had to wear the Union soldier uniforms.
Once the parade was under way, I
returned to my car and met up with the group again at Calhoun Park.
They were already in the middle of a speaker, so I quietly found a
place near the back to shoot. I was mistaken for the Herald Press
again. I explained my mission,sat through the awards ceremony and
left for the day.
Sunday was father's day and it was an
unexpectedly hard one.
Monday was spent finishing up on
paperwork from last week and helping Wendy prepare for her
presentation on Tuesday. I'm all right with how the work came out and
I think I was a help. I got nothing I intended to do done though. I
also finished up the receipts and credit card statements to go out
that afternoon.
Tuesday was probably the busiest its
ever been for me. Wendy was appointed as interim city manager
(Congratulations!). We had to be at the office by 7 to help set up
for the Leadership Palestine event. I helped arrange the desks and
chairs, as well as set out cutlery, plates and napkins. The entire
affair was expected to last from eight to one. That is five hours.
Just how much work and time goes into a presentation is unbelievable
to me. I can safely laugh at my classmates who struggle to get five
minutes of content out of their fifty power point slides when I
return to school in the fall. We had two different caterings (one for
breakfast, one for lunch) and a ton of left overs. I officially
annexed the office next to the front foyer where I was originally set
up. I spent some of the day recording voice with the door closed.
I skipped most of the meeting stuff to
play catch up with my agenda. I did get two videos up and out. I get
the feeling that being at least slightly behind schedule is par for
the course. When I originally planned out my schedule, I was worried
it was too light and that I would have too much free time. I won't
say it's too much yet, but I will say I’m pleased that I didn't
overestimate my capabilities.
Today was much more lax compared to
yesterday. It's still busy, but it feels like there's not
specifically a deadline today. I sat in on a meeting today to discuss
Sanderson Farms some. We had to sprint back after that so that Wendy
could meet with the mayor. There was a rotary meeting afterward, too.
The outgoing president gave a long and winding speech that was
interspersed with jokes. I drove back from that just in time to catch
Breezy leaving for a meeting. I also had to do invoices, but I'm
getting to be an ace at those. I even find it pretty fun to do,
somehow. The rest of the day was pretty uneventful.
I've downloaded some documents onto my
tablet to read this evening while I cut my teeth on bourbon (Philip
Marlowe's drink of choice, which oddly, I've never had).
Speaking of hardboiled detective
novels, this weekend I plan to use the gift certificate to the local
bookstore that I was given. The rest of my week looks like a blur.
Next week, however, I plan to go to the balloon base, which will
require me to call ahead and verify on Monday. The fact such a
mundane step has me giddy speaks volumes. Volumes of what, I don't
know.
I will say that having an actual paper
agenda to stick to helps me immensely by giving me a sense of control
over everything that's going on. It may be an illusion of control, but is is a
fine deception.