One year as a journalist
On November 16, 2006 the local board of the national register of journalists (Italian journalists’ association?)… right now I don’t remember the official translation, it’s a State-recognized board anyway, accepted my request to join. I had completed the requirements (number of paid articles and such) since 2003, but I’m very good at delaying anything that has some bureaucracy in it, so I’d never got around to sending the documents.
So I’ve been a card-carrying journalist for 1 year now (and the “leather bound booklet” of the press card isn’t really comfortable to keep in the wallet). Conclusions? Right now I have nothing special to say. In a way the card has a “weight” in that it’s a remainder of the responsibilities that are always related to any communicative activity, even if for me, as I’m writing for scuba diving magazines lately, these responsibilities are really small and life/writing is easy, if it were “the news” it would be quite a different situation.
I wrote this post essentially to self-celebrate… that is, my 5 minutes of vanity
and the important part is that I must remember not to look at the pic inside the card… hint: never use a picture made by an automated machine at 2 a.m. for an official document.




