Thursday, 14 June 2012
Fintio to JOUR1111
It has come to
the end of my first semester at university. With having no expectations of how
university life would be, I now know in order to succeed you must only take one
week at a time and it is of the up most importance to ignore the fact that you
(well I) still have seven semesters of this stressed and messed up study
situation. I have never drowned in so much assessment and exams, sweated over
the ridiculous amount of 'required readings' and spent all my precious money at
a juice bar. I was not a Brisbane local, my town was Noosa, so when moving to a
city and starting university I was constantly affected by those damn
butterflies. My first JOUR1111 lecture was a lonely experience, walking into
the massive lecture theatre, choosing the back seating as my preference and
getting out my boo…oh that’s right, I forgot a book and pen on my first day of
university…smooth Sam smooth. However after many lectures, assignment,
tutorials and readings I feel comfortable with knowing what journalism is. I
went though up’s and down’s wondering if journalism is the career for me, but
from the week 12 lecture on ‘investigative journalism’ it excited and inspired
me to pursue the tough industry of journalism.
Well until next
time when you will be reading/listening to my reporting.
...a passing thought
As I sit here drinking my tea, blogging away, having the background noise of a relaxing fishing show...wait...relaxing fishing show?
Fishing as a recreational sport has been incorporated into Australian culture, whether its a family outing, Dad and son bonding, boys day out - it's a stereotypical Australian way of living that we (well I) have grown accustom to. It's known to be relaxing and peaceful, releasing those endorphins, however after thinking about 'fishing' from a fish's perspective (I know, I'm weird) this activity seems the furthest thing from 'relaxing'. Imagine swimming peacefully through the calm water then boom your HOOKED, a rusty, metal knife has stabbed your throat, hooked your mouth and then continues to swiftly drag you through the water, to a atmosphere where you cannot breath and into the rough hands of an unknown creature. Us humans commonly kiss the fish (ah, aren't we nice..) and release the injured and traumatised fish back into the water. If we were committing these acts to dogs (for one example) we would be arrested for animal cruelty, so why are we allowed to stab these fish. Where are the animal rights activists to defend these precious creatures?
"What if fish were in reality intelligent creatures that not only felt pain but also had a sense of self and felt emotions? Would we still be so eager to kill and eat fish if we knew that they were not so different than us? If a fisherman could be a fish for a day it is likely that his attitudes would change very quickly."
Take a look a this perspective: http://www.highstrangeness.tv/articles/fishing.php
This was just a ramble.
From a fish perspective.
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