How It's Made

I know some people who think that TV rots your brain. Seeing as I make my living on TV, I've always taken exception to people who hate on the tube. Granted, their criticisms of television may not be completely unfounded -- there are people of people in this country (and others) who spend too much time on their butts in front of the TV and don't experience the world around them.

But I've always been fascinated with television -- particularly the "behind the scenes" stuff. One of the things I enjoy about my job is the fact that so much goes in to even something like a local newscast that viewers know nothing about. Whenever I'm putting a microphone on an interview subject and I'm concealing a wire behind their lapel or their collar, I always tell them that "50% of TV is just hiding all the wires." I tell it as a little corny joke to set them at ease, seeing as most people are nervous about being on TV. (Aside: That's something else I've NEVER understood. I don't get what freaks people out about being on camera. It's an inanimate object that just sits there and watches what's going on. There's nothing to it! I love being on camera -- but then again, I love public speaking, and that scares people more than death.)

Anyway, my little lame line about "hiding the wires" is more truthful than you'd ever know. If you got a look behind the scenes of any TV program -- from your local news to any high-budget network show -- you'd be shocked at how completely unpolished everything and everyone is. But it's amazing how put-together people and things can look when the little red light comes on and it's showtime.

So what does that have to do with anything? Well, like I said, I've always been fascinated with how TV shows are made. I'd even like to know how exactly the other TV news stations in my market get their product on the air. But what I really enjoy is seeing how TV is made in other countries, compared to how we do it here in the ol' US and A.

Enter BBC America. Folks, this is one fantastic network. I mean, don't get me wrong -- I love to pick on Britons (and their teeth and our kicking their butts and winning independence and ... well everything else about them) as much as the next guy, but I'm not gonna lie -- they've got something going with this whole TV thing. A number of the shows you'll watch on TV this fall are knock-offs of British series -- The Office, Worst Week, Life on Mars, American Idol, Hell's Kitchen, Survivor, Big Brother and the list goes on and on and on.

But there's one show in particular that I just can't get enough of. Top Gear. I mean, this show is absolutely amazing. In fact, I'd be willing to say that it's my favorite show on TV now. It's beautifully shot, the hosts (or "presenters") are FANTASTIC and the editing is top notch. Not to mention, it's all about cars -- which earns it bonus points off the top. The show is just presented and produced in a way that's just so much more beautiful and sophisticated than any American TV show I've ever seen. No wonder there is a 21 year waiting list to get tickets to be in the studio audience (I'm not kidding -- 21 years!). And its hosts are powerful, too. On a couple of different occasions, they've bashed a couple of cars they reviewed -- and those respective car companies either went out of business, ceased making the particular model in question or closed down some manufacturing plants. Talk about influence!

People often ask me about the trajectory I'd like my career to take. I think I've found the show I'd love to host the rest of my life! I'll just have to work on my British accent...

Word on the web is that NBC is planning on bringing an American version of Top Gear to our TV sets next year -- with American hosts. I can guarantee you that without the original British hosts and their wit, the US version will be nowhere near as good as the original.

Moral of the story -- don't hate on TV. Especially something as epic as Top Gear. But don't spend your life sitting on your butt, either.

And speaking of unpolished, here's my You Tube Clip of the Day, courtesy of our friends at CNN: "Nice Melons!"

Have a good one, y'all.

The Blog is Back!

Wow. Has it really been about a year and a half since I posted on this thing? Time flies!

I've been thinking about bringing the blog back for a long time -- and for some reason I just feel motivated to do it now. But before I explain why I brought it back, I guess I should explain why I quit blogging in the first place.

This blog started as a project for work. My company had been pushing for its employees to start blogging, and I thought I'd set the trend and be the first one to do it. I also wanted to expose myself to people in the Carteret County area as much as I could. That's the primary area I cover at work -- and for so long, WNCT was an afterthought for people who live in this area. When I started at WNCT, it became my mission to win viewers in this area and have them turn to me first for their local news needs. (And I think I can honestly say that, over the last two years, I've done that for a number of viewers!) So for however long I blogged the first go 'round, the posts were more or less work-related. Someone must have been reading, because over the few months I had this blog going, it got more than 2,300 hits.

Well, eventually I became burnt out with work. More than burnt out. In the interest of good taste and not airing dirty laundry in public, I'll leave it at that. Writing is one of my greatest passions. But back then (and even now), I'd come home from work completely frustrated and spent. Writing was one of the last things I wanted to do. (It sucks when one of your passions is stolen from you.) The blog went away, and naturally so did the readers.

I want to give the blog another chance, though. This time, it's not going to be work-related. In fact, I hope I really don't talk about work on here that much. My job consumes so much of my time that I don't really want to think about it when I'm not at work. My family likes to talk about/ask me questions about work when I'm around them (naturally). Often they get get snappy answers when they ask me about work -- not because I'm trying to be ill, but because I don't want work to even cross my mind when I'm not there. If there's one thing I've learned in a little more than two years at WNCT, it's the value of time. And I want my time to be just that -- my time.

And while the initial goal of the blog was to generate a large readership in hopes of promoting myself to viewers in the area, that's not the goal anymore. Don't get me wrong, I'd still love for every television viewer in eastern North Carolina to read this. But I want to focus on the title of the blog -- Staying Connected. I have a ton of AMAZING friends and family all over the place, so this is a fantastic avenue to combine my passions for writing and for people.

So there you have it. The blog is back. And writing this is a good way to cap off a great weekend. I went to Chapel Hill with my parents to the Carolina football game -- and not only did I get to see a phenomenal game (the now-No. 22 Heels spanked UConn), I also got to catch up and have a ton of fun with some good friends. Also throughout the course of the weekend, my best friend told me one of the most hilarious true-to-life stories I've heard in a long, long time (sadly, I can't share...) and the NASCAR boys raced at Talladega (one of my favorite races of the year). And while my man Kevin Harvick had a car that could have easily won, he got swept up in someone else's mess. He's 171 or so points back in the championship hunt now, but listening to him and his team on their radio as they repaired his car after the big wreck, I'm convinced they're a galvanized group that could make a run for the championship over the next few weeks. We'll need luck and a few wins to make it happen. We'll see!

Have a great evening, y'all!

Hokie Love

Today started as a busier-than-normal day for me. I tried to leave my house early, because I needed to stop by the State Highway Patrol office in Morehead City to pick up a report about a potentially newsworthy car accident. When I got to my office and started making beat calls to all the law enforcement agencies in the area, it quickly became clear that the past few days had seen a small surge in criminal activity-- and it was going to take me a while to gather all the information about some of the newsworthy criminal activities.

I also had to check the area for storm-related damage after this weekend's nor'easter, as well as get an update on the latest about the Carteret Co. wildfire that started Friday afternoon.

Things really got crazy when I had to drop everything I was working on right around noon and turn a story on the state auditor's report in to the Gallants Channel land transfer and the whole Tall Ships hullabaloo.

At some point in the middle of all that, I made a mental note that I needed to come home and
update my blog tonight. At that point in time, though, I had planned on ranting about how Don Imus got shortchanged ... or how I had originally believed every word Mike Nifong said, but that I've now joined the chorus calling for his head.

That was all before someone turned on a valve, and emails started pouring in to my inbox. See, WNCT is owned by Media General, a company which owns about 25 TV stations throughout the US. There's a "Breaking News Alert" that is sent out to every employee of every station when something particularly newsworthy happens.

The function isn't utilized all that often. Today, it was used more than I've ever seen.

The first Breaking News Alert hit my inbox at 12:15 p.m., and it had a simple Subject -- "20 Dead." I opened the email and saw, for the first time, that someone had gone on a rampage on the Virginia Tech campus.

Throughout the day, 64 more Breaking News Alert emails trickled in as more facts became available. Sadly, the death toll kept climbing. No doubt more emails will continue to come -- I can only pray that the death toll doesn't rise any higher.

The rest of the afternoon was a mix of sadness, stress and disbelief. I'm less than a year removed from college, and I just am having a hard time grasping that someone could destroy the lives of so many at a place that is supposed to be so safe.

When you're in college, you're so insulated. You're so care-free. And you're supposed to be living it up. I can remember days in Chapel Hill when I felt on top of the world. I was living in a bubble, and it felt like the world ended at the Orange County line -- like all that existed was held within the stone walls of our campus. To have that tranquility shattered is gut-wrenching and sobering.

It happened twice my senior year -- first when two students fell from a third-story window. One died, another was seriously injured. Days later, Muhammad Taheri-Azar drove a Jeep through the heart of our campus and injured nine people. He was intent on killing many more, but thankfully everyone survived and made a full recovery.

That tranquility was again shattered in Chapel Hill recently, with the death of Jason Ray. His death shook that campus to the core. I can only imagine what students, staff and family in Blacksburg must be feeling right now -- 32 people, not including the gunman, are now dead. It's just hard for me to wrap my mind around that number -- 32 people who started their day dodging snow flakes on their walk across a beautiful campus to class. That's 32 futures that were cut short for no reason. That's 32 kids, killed in their prime. That's 32 sons, daughters, sisters, brothers murdered -- and for what?

It just doesn't make sense to me -- and to be honest, I'm still kind of numb right now. These shootings could have just as easily happened on Carolina's campus -- and I could have lost dozens of vibrant, fun-loving friends in their primes. That's a scary, scary thought.

It's going to take a long time for us to figure out exactly what happened at Va. Tech -- and we may never know why. But it only takes a couple of minutes to stop and pray for the students, faculty and staff there. That's something we should all do.

How Slack Am I?

It really has been too long since I last updated the ol' blog. I feel like I find myself saying that a lot.

This time, part of that was by design, though -- I wanted to go about a week or so without posting to make sure that anyone and everyone had a chance to read about the Jason Ray that I knew. He was a great guy, and I can tell you, folks are still reeling from his death. I've been up to Chapel Hill a couple of times since JRay died -- and folks there are still hurting and trying to make sense of what happened. I get the sense that his close friends have accepted what happened and are really working hard to move forward. But there is simply no questioning the tremendous impact he had on everyone around him. Even folks that didn't know him personally are coping -- he was truly an amazing person.

So while part of my lack of posting has been by design, that still leaves a few days when I simply didn't do it. I apologize -- I hope that the folks who've made this blog a part of their web-surfing routine will tune back in.

As a matter of fact, I'm at WNCT's corporate headquarters (our station is owned by Media General, by the way) in Richmond, Va. right now -- learning more about blogging and connecting with folks like you over the internet! So I hope to learn some cool lessons that can benefit all of us soon.

I hope this finds you doing well!

More than a mascot

In moments of weakness, I like to rely on what strengths I do have. I think most of us work that way. For many in the UNC family, myself included, now is a time of great sadness.

The Tar Heels lost a basketball game on Sunday -- and with it went a chance at a National Championship.

Jason Ray lost his life this morning -- and with him go dreams, hopes and a legacy that will last longer than the memory of this basketball season.

You tell me which is more important.

It's a time of weakness for the UNC campus, for Jason's friends and family, and even for folks who never knew him.

Fortunately for me, I knew him. That's made the last couple of days difficult. But the pain that I -- and so many others -- have felt (and are still feeling) is only a testament to the great man that Jason Ray was.

It's a time of weakness -- and all I know to do right now is write. So I'm going to tell you about what I know of JRay.

Many of you may now know him as Rameses -- the UNC mascot. Jason played the part of Rameses for the last three years, and was in East Rutherford, NJ last week to cheer on the Tar Heels in the Sweet 16. All that went sour, though, on Friday afternoon, when he was hit by an SUV outside of his hotel. He suffered massive head injuries and a broken hip. Despite the prayers and pleas of many, he died this morning at 8:38.

I was lucky to learn so much more about Jason Ray over the last three years than what has been splashed across television screens and websites the last several days. To say I knew him well would be a stretch. But I knew him well enough to benefit from his vibrance.

He lived in the apartment across from mine when I was a student at UNC. I was good friends with his roommates, and I saw him from time to time in the parking lot or at random gatherings. Whenever we were in the same place, we'd be sure to say hello to each other. Whenever I'd go back to visit Chapel Hill during the last seven months since I've moved here, to Eastern North Carolina, we'd seek each other out at church, and make a point in saying hello. I'm going to miss that -- a lot.

Although he couldn't say anything back, I'd always be sure to give him a pat on the back or a quick "hello" when I was at a sporting event and he'd pass by dressed as Rameses. He'd return the pat on the back, or offer a strong handshake -- which is fitting, because JRay was a strong, strong man.

Strong in his faith. Strong in his relationships. And strong in his passion for Carolina.

I spent some time with some of my closest friends this weekend -- and we tried hard to make sense of this tragedy. I don't think we ever managed to come up with a reason for why something like this could happen to someone like JRay.

We were certain of a few things, though. Few people we've ever met were as radiant and vibrant as Jason. He was truly so full of life. His personality was addictive -- and there was no way you could have a conversation with him and not walk away feeling encouraged.

He was a leader in InterVarsity, a Christian fellowship on campus. His faith that he lived out and displayed every day makes me certain that I know exactly where he is right now.

But it's that same faith that I hope will have an impact on people for some time to come. In life, for most folks, JRay was a symbol of our university when he dressed up like Rameses. He represented one of the most powerful, most elite and most storied colleges in the United States.

In death, I hope he remains a symbol -- of love, of courage, of youthful exuberance and of a life fully dedicated to Christ. To borrow a line from Tim Nelson, of ABC 11 TV in Raleigh, JRay was much, "much more than the man behind the mascot." He was the man who stood behind his friends, and stood up for what he believed in.

I hope people will be able to take a long, hard look at what exactly Jason believed in, and what (or Who) he lived his life for. He's responsible for countless smiles, high fives and good times at Carolina basketball and football games -- but I think he can be responsible for revival at UNC. If more people lived like JRay, the world would certainly be a much better place.

"Jason was a wonderful son, brother and friend," his brother, Allen, said through a news release. "He leaves behind a legacy of friendship, laughter, excitement for life and a genuine love for all the people he touched during his all-too-short life."

That's not an exaggeration. That's the honest-to-goodness truth. Anyone who knew Jason would tell you the same thing.

"He may have performed in the anonymity that comes with playing the mascot, but his life has had an overt and lasting impact on the people whose lives he touched," said UNC Athletics Director Dick Baddour.

Normally I don't agree with what Baddour has to say. But in this case, I couldn't agree more.

"His legacy will be one of caring and joy, of hard work and enthusiasm for life," said UNC Chancellor James Moeser. But I'd take it a step farther. His legacy will be one of passion for his friends, his family and his Father -- passions that we could all learn something from.

I, like many folks, am doing a little bit of hurting right now. But not as much as his family and close friends -- both at Carolina and from Concord, his hometown. So please, keep them in your prayers. And keep JRay's legacy alive.

If you'd like to contribute financially to doing that, in lieu of flowers, the family asks that donations be made to the Jason Kendall Ray Memorial Fund, Concord Christian Church, 3101 Davidson Highway, Concord, NC 28027.

But the easiest way you can keep his spirit alive is to pass it along. Live each day with a smile, a sense of humor and a sense of purpose.

This picture really struck me today -- and though its meaning has changed a bit since Jason has passed, it's still moving -- and shows how JRay impacted so many -- even folks he may have never known:


We'll miss you, JRay.

Games gone wild...

I'm kind of at a loss for what to blog about tonight, but since I have a few minutes of free time on my hands, I definitely wanted to hit you with an update.

While I'm pondering what to write about, let me first say thanks to those of you who take the time to comment on my posts. I read each and every one of them, and your voice is definitely heard. And to Marie: I very much appreciate your compliments and words of encouragement. You'll probably be pleased to know that I have done a lot of organizing over the last couple of days. My work load has been forgiving enough to allow me to reorganize my office and get a few things in order. If I could only order up more sleep!

Well, I've been combing the internet trying to find some weird news that could spark some discussion. I think I've found it. Take a look at this:

"Thirteen-year-old Katharine Tuck's sneakers are equal opportunity offenders. They smell as bad as they look. Now, the Utah seventh grader is $2,500 richer because of it: On Tuesday, she out-ranked six other children to win the 32nd annual National Odor-Eaters Rotten Sneaker Contest, stinking up the joint with a pair of well-worn 1 1/2-year-old Nikes so noxious they had the judges wincing."

For the full story, click this link. Sounds like a pretty rotten competition, though. (Sorry, awful pun.) Reading about that reminded me of something I heard on the radio this morning. Apparently some lucky folks have been able to parlay a childhood game into some cold, hard cash.

Someway, somehow, someone found a way to turn Rock, Paper, Scissors into an organized sports league. That National RPS Championships are held each year in Las Vegas. And get this -- the winner walks away with $50,000. The whole thing is televised on A&E (click this link and watch a preview) and apparently it's a big deal.

So in the absence of any ideas for me to write about, I want to hear from you! Click the "Comments" button below, and tell me about some of the games you used to play as a kid -- or any lesser-known sports or competitions you take part in!

It's the most wonderful time of the year...

I'll admit it -- I've done an absolutely, positively awful job of staying connected with y'all over the last few weeks.

The last month has definitely been a roller coaster for me -- physically, emotionally and creatively. I've experienced burn-out in each of those areas, sometimes all three at once. And unfortunately, it's come at the expense of the blog.

Let's see, since I last chatted with y'all there's been some food poisoning, about three migraines and not nearly enough sleep. And now my sinuses and allergies are attacking me! I feel like I've aged a few years in just a couple of weeks.

But this past weekend I got to spend some quality time with my closest friend, who I hadn't seen in more than a month. That, coupled with time outside in this recent phenomenal weather, has helped put me on the road to rejuvenation.

And then there's some of the best medicine of all -- March Madness! In my mind, it truly is the most wonderful time of the year. Especially since my Heels are rolling, picking up a share of the ACC regular season crown and looking strong en route to an ACC tourney crown. Now they're a No. 1 seed in the NCAA tournament -- and as I'm writing this, they're leading Eastern Kentucky at halftime.

I'll admit it -- as much as I hate Dook, I never could have predicted a first-round exit from the Big Dance. That's not to say I'm not happy about it...

It's crazy the difference a year makes. A year ago this week I was in New Orleans on Spring Break doing work in the wake of Hurricane Katrina. I went with some of my closest friends and made some more great friends while I was there. It's amazing to think that was a whole year ago. Tomorrow marks one year from the night we watched UNC squeak into the second round. About 80 of us Carolina students crammed into a sports bar in downtown New Orleans (one of the few such places open, even months after Katrina). Not long after we got settled, Presidential candidate and UNC alum John Edwards walked in the door, and ended up watching the game with us. Definitely a fun and interesting memory.

March Madness is definitely going to be a little harder this year, though. As a college student, the world pretty much stopped whenever basketball was on TV. And if you absolutely couldn't skip class, you could watch the games live (in class) on your laptop. It was great!

Well, it doesn't work that way in the Real World -- I didn't get to catch a minute of the action until the Dook game tonight. I wish I still had the luxury of watching every second of the games, and I envy my friends who are still able to do so.

It's just one more thing about the Real World that I've got to get used to. Anyways, the second half is about to start for my Heels, so I'm gonna run.

But let me hear from you -- click the "Comments" button below and tell me who YOU'RE rooting for this March Madness! I look forward to hearing what you have to say...