News Room, Oh how I love thee!

  My first thought will revolve around how much I love news rooms and newspapers.
  I truly adore this slowly dying art form, it is a passion I think only people that experience it can really understand. There's something very special about a news rooms...vibe? It tends to bring out a chaotic determination in most people, specifically those born to the life. I fall madly in love with this feeling whenever it is presented to me. There's a certain camaraderie involved in a news room that baffles me and fills me with a sense of pride to even be connected to it.
   The air in a newspaper office is filled with a sense that you, the outsider, are behind, missing something, and lacking a special pass to the inner circle; one must work very hard to overcome this, but when you do I assure you it's worth it.
  I would gladly get up every day to go be a part of the glorious chaos that is a newsroom!
  I also adore the smell of a freshly printed newspaper 

“Do you smell it? It’s the smell of bastards. It’s also the smell of truth. I smell ink!” - The Rum Diary, newsroom scene.

  Some day I think I will have a modification of this quote tattooed on my body, for it summarises the reason I love journalism and all that is encompassed in its not always noble history. The printed word is dying out, when it dies out completely I believe a piece of my soul will follow. Until that day I will proudly, passionately, and unflinchingly dedicate myself to this wonderful vocation.