Here are the multimedia projects I completed during my semester in Washington:
My Haiku – A final project meant to encapsulate my experience in D.C.
LoveinDC – A foray into lifestyle journalism that inspired by reading a dearth of blogs dedicated to dating and relationships in our nation’s capitol.
SportsNS – Website and video exploring the culture of organized sports.
How I learned to not hate the player, or the game.
By: Nina Zipkin
In 1995, I donned a tiny green jersey and joined one of the local Police Athletic League (PAL) soccer teams. We were the Dragons, a fearsome and formidable group of five year olds. The first few practices went well enough. We mostly dribbled the ball, and kicking it a foot or two in front of you isn’t too difficult.
Then game day arrived. I don’t remember much, except that I began the game by tripping over my own feet and ended it by almost scoring a point…on my own goal. I quit two weeks later.
I’m sure it’s not surprising at this point when I say that I’m not the most athletically inclined person. Blame genetics, a lack of competitive spirit or vivid memories of fun, asthmatic times in gym class, but that’s the way it’s always been
So no one was more surprised than me when I caught a little World Cup fever last year. This past summer I interned at the Paley Center for Media, a media archive and dedicated museum in New York. The Center was able to broadcast every game on the big screen in the auditorium section of the building, free and open to the public. And on the day of the first game, the whole office took the afternoon to take it all in.
It took nearly an hour for a point to be scored, but when South Africa’s Siphiwe Tshabalala scored his goal against Mexico, I don’t know that I’ve seen anyone, or really any group of people look more thrilled. It was human drama and emotion without any filter. It was engaging. And it was fun.
Being privy to these sporting events made me more appreciative of the influence that athletics has on the culture, and how happy it can make people. Just don’t ask me to put on a pair of shin guards any time soon.