I turned in my recording gear today. Its a little sad thinking that this semester is practically over, especially when it feels like a second ago I was just beginning. I reluctantly have finished both of my final pieces (which will be playing at our opening tomorrow/friday 5-8 PM at 561 Congress Street!!!) knowing that [...]
Posts Tagged ‘the salt experience’
the end
12.9.09 by Storrey Morrison Leave a reply »Where to begin? I’ve spent most of the semester wondering if I even really like doing documentary work and if it is the type of photography I’d like to get into. I’d had no prior experience in documentary before Salt and I have learned so many things here I don’t think I could count them [...]
No “and then”!
11.7.09 by Liz Leave a reply »This past Friday, I had the distinct pleasure of somewhat surreptitiously attending a session for the radio students, focused on the topic of “Life After Salt.”
The discussion contained some great information that applies to folks outside of radio (for example: Salt alums should be your new best friends. Wine them, dine, them, schmooze them up [...]
Who’s on first? A dramatic and vaudevillian foray into the realm of first-person non-fiction writing
11.5.09 by Kristen Hewitt Leave a reply »Who’s telling the story?
Yes, Who should be telling the story.
No, who is it that’s telling us the story?
Right. Who.
The style of writing we’re doing here in the writing track at Salt falls somewhere in the realm of creative non-fiction, narrative non-fiction, and documentary journalism. What we write is meant to tell a true story on [...]
Pining For Drama
10.8.09 by Aubrey White Leave a reply »Seeking the deep depths of pain and misery in another person’s life is sick and wrong. And yet, that seems to be my job now. “Did you stick a knife in ‘em?” As in, did you put your niceties aside in order to get to the real dirt?
I’ve spent the last month sniffing the distant scents of stories. I’ve found myself talking to everyone, assuming that my stories will come from the least expected places. At the gas station counter I may as well be asking for a pack of gum and the attendant’s life story. Are you my story? How about you?
day three
09.10.09 by Caitlin Leave a reply »Last night we all gathered in the Red Room (a gallery, class, and miscellaneous space that is entirely, you guessed it, RED) for our first movie night. We watched a documentary about the Farm Security Administration, which was responsible for sending out the photographers who created some of the most recognizable and iconic images of [...]
It begins!
09.8.09 by Caitlin Leave a reply »The first day of Salt starts bright and early at 8am. Of course, I jolt awake and look in horror at my alarm clock at 8:06. After a very rushed tooth-brushing and a walk/run to Salt, sure I have just succeeded in making THE worst first impression in the HISTORY of Salt OR anyone in the universe anywhere, I arrive at 8:20…but it’s all good, people are just writing name tags and getting to know the others at their tables.
There are 33 of us altogether—
