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After emailing the BBC to say pleaseplaseplease let me pour your Israeli coffee and getting back a form response that was all 'go through the website' that was kind of not even applicable for what I wanted, I got lazy and didn't email other people.
But today I sent query letters to MSNBC, Australian!ABC, did not send one to American!ABC after I'd remembered they were held by Disney and remembering that Disney Corp internships are, notoriously, fucking terrifying, and the Chicago Tribune's foreign desk editor.
I don't actually expect any of these people to want me to intern/help/string for them, but it's the sort of opportunity you have to attack voraciously, just in case. If I had more money I'd be in Jerusalem, going door to door. Well, from the various offices, not just like, offering to write some stories for Giddy Al's Shwarma Palace and make his coffee. Giddy Al can make his own damn coffee.
Next I really should email AP, Washington Post, NY Times, LA Times, and *shudder* Fox. Really this would work better if I had ins. Specific names, email addresses, contacts, greased palms. Ah well. An unsuccessful effort is better than having to cop to never having even tried to capitalize off the opportunity afforded to me by being here now. The fact that some of my friends have had stringing thrust upon 'em in the past makes it not seem ludicrously unrealistic to offer myself up for the far more inglorious 'puttering about the place on your behalf.'
EDIT: If Giddy Al's Shwarma Palace turns out to be a radical AU in which the genie granted Aladdin's wish to be a royal...poorly, I will win at life. It's a little like My Booker Prize Winning Novel: a story in which the magic carpet stops working over Honslough and Aladdin and Jasmine have to shack up and sell kebabs, and it's all really about post-colonialism, with a good gritty-realistic description of something gross somewhere in there. And there's a love story but it's all Prufrocky and under-realized and depressing. Yes? Give me my Booker.
But today I sent query letters to MSNBC, Australian!ABC, did not send one to American!ABC after I'd remembered they were held by Disney and remembering that Disney Corp internships are, notoriously, fucking terrifying, and the Chicago Tribune's foreign desk editor.
I don't actually expect any of these people to want me to intern/help/string for them, but it's the sort of opportunity you have to attack voraciously, just in case. If I had more money I'd be in Jerusalem, going door to door. Well, from the various offices, not just like, offering to write some stories for Giddy Al's Shwarma Palace and make his coffee. Giddy Al can make his own damn coffee.
Next I really should email AP, Washington Post, NY Times, LA Times, and *shudder* Fox. Really this would work better if I had ins. Specific names, email addresses, contacts, greased palms. Ah well. An unsuccessful effort is better than having to cop to never having even tried to capitalize off the opportunity afforded to me by being here now. The fact that some of my friends have had stringing thrust upon 'em in the past makes it not seem ludicrously unrealistic to offer myself up for the far more inglorious 'puttering about the place on your behalf.'
EDIT: If Giddy Al's Shwarma Palace turns out to be a radical AU in which the genie granted Aladdin's wish to be a royal...poorly, I will win at life. It's a little like My Booker Prize Winning Novel: a story in which the magic carpet stops working over Honslough and Aladdin and Jasmine have to shack up and sell kebabs, and it's all really about post-colonialism, with a good gritty-realistic description of something gross somewhere in there. And there's a love story but it's all Prufrocky and under-realized and depressing. Yes? Give me my Booker.
