The Finger

I spent last night at Grillo South (Beacon Falls) to watch and clean up after the two cats while my parents vacationed at Grillo North (Plymouth, N.H.). It was a nice break from a hectic week of 5 a.m. shifts and schoolwork. But the extra effort is worth it: I'm only 15 weeks and a thesis away from adding "M.S." at the end of my name in my email signatures (e.g. Michael L. Grillo, M.S.).

On my way back to Grillo East (my apartment in Middletown), a silver Scion sped by me as the rain fell and pulled in front of me. At the next light, I moved into the passing lane and pulled in front of the Scion after passing it at a reasonable speed.

The Scion then sped around me, and a minute later, a child wearing some sort of bandana around his head leaned out the passenger-side window, shouted at me and extended his middle finger in my direction. The child, no older than 16, had a menacing look on his face, and I flashed the highbeams to acknowledge his presence.

I normally have no hope for most teenage males because this is the way they generally act. Though I wasn't the most polite 16-year-old myself, I had enough manners to not act like such a clown in front of strangers.

This led me to think: why does anybody use their middle finger as an initial reaction to strangers? There's so much unjustified hate in the world, and it isn't right. What we need is...

Justified hate. If I hate someone because they hate me enough to flip me the bird for no reason, then that is perfectly alright. At least Jesus would say that, if he's as human as I believe him to be. So, with this logic, it will only be ok to attack Iran if they do something stupid to us first.

Just wait President Obama/McCain/Barr/Nader/Grillo: like Joe Biden, Iran can't keep its mouth shut forever.

I control my name

As of yesterday, I am the owner of michaelgrillo.com, michaelgrillo.net, michaelgrillo.org and michaelgrillo.info. It's a small investment--about $30 a year--but reliable sources at seanhenri.com tell me that this will go a long way in protecting my online identity.

There are many Michael Grillos in this crazy world of ours: some are professors, others are directors and producers, and there are at least 30 of us on Facebook actively or passively flouting the fact that we are Italian. But only one Michael Grillo--THIS Michael Grillo--is Web-savvy enough to take control of his name--nay, his IDENTITY--and prevent other Michael Grillos from having their name as a URL.

God, I love myself.

As you may have seen, the URL merely redirects to this blog. I did not yet wish to take the plunge and pay $4 per month for hosting privileges on 1and1.com, the domain name site I used. Expect big things in the future, though: don't forget, there's only ONE Michael Grillo, and you're looking at him.

Where I've Been, and Where I'm Going

The simple answers here are "work," and "bed."

Well, it feels like weeks since I've posted, but I want to get into the habit for the sake of a possible writing career. Here's a recap of the last few months, in bullet-point form:

• Finished semester 1 at Quinnipiac (4.0 of course, due to my inner nerd)
• Became single again (which explains the extra blogging time I now have)
• Started semester 2 at Quinnipiac

Oh, and I am now transmitting from my new HP desktop, powered by Vista, so that's cool I guess. Vista is like the shiftless opportunist that dresses very similar to Macintosh's Leopard and steals his ideas. I use a series of desktop widgets on the right side of my screen, but they constantly tell me that it is cold and my Naugatuck Valley S&L stock is underachieving.

Speaking of underachieving, this blog will receive some more attention, but I don't have the energy to generate any considerable traffic here.

But wait there's more: I finally posted an article, made with my own two hands. The previous post is an assignment for one of my graduate classes: it falls under the "microcosm profile" category, meaning it explains a larger trend through the experiences of an individual. The individual here is Max, and he makes beer. Good beer, too.

Keeping the skills fresh/CT State Police

It's almost November, near the end of the semester, and life seems to be moving pretty quick. In the next month, I have to complete an in-depth article on something related to Cheshire, obtain some detailed election information from the town and try to find some paying media gigs (other than the lighting business). All this while trying to elude the local 5-0.

Cheshire has been a pain this week: for starters, my potential article on a Cheshire cafe fell through because the business owner I tried to interview flaked out at the last minute. Then, my efforts to obtain detailed voting records (see: PUBLIC INFORMATION) were derailed by an angry town official. Her words: "I'm not going to accommodate any personal requests."

This is a bold statement, considering she is a servant of the public and is obliged to give me that information. I know she probably has a right to be ornery because Election Day is coming up soon, but this woman was everything a public servant shouldn't be.

Shucks. Call me old-fashioned.

ATTENTION ALL DRIVERS ON CT ROUTE 8 NEAR TORRINGTON. There are cops on the prowl for excessive speeding, and they apparently have something to prove.

I was approaching the city at a pace slightly over 80 miles per hour when I saw a car on the shoulder with its lights off. As I expected, it was a Connecticut State Police Officer, and he closed in on me pretty fast.

He clearly wasn't happy to see me when he approached my car. He must have been in his mid-twenties, around my age, and he must have thought he pulled over Pablo Escobar because of the questions he had for me.

After spending a few minutes drilling me with questions such as, "Do you have any alcohol in the car," and "do you have any guns," and "do you have any marijuana," and "do you have any knives?" He asked twice if I had knives, and I couldn't tell you why he did.

(For anyone who knows me, I am a timid, law-abiding white guy. I am a cat person and I enjoy a cup of green tea when I relax. I couldn't pose a threat to schoolchildren, even if I HAD weapons in my possession)

So he wrote me up for going 80, though he said he clocked me at 82: he said he wanted to save me a few dollars. Gee, thank you officer. A $254 ticket is so much better than anything else you could have thrown at me.

So in the end, I got verbally assaulted by some punk cop who handed me an excessive financial penalty for driving fast on an empty stretch of highway, a minor infraction at best and hardly failing of any moral code.

Let me show my gratitude to the Connecticut State Police: thank you for keeping reckless criminals like me in check, and ask me for suggestions as to where you should shove any future infractions.

My latest investment

I'll let the pictures do the talking today:

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This blog will likely contain original reporting and observations on journalism, real life and my own life. However, don't think that this particular corner of the web is dedicated solely to the common good or the goal of enlightening the public with informative, ethical journalism. Those certainly are my goals, but here's the most important thing to remember (and I'm being completely honest):

I made this blog for myself.

I'll be more than happy if anyone reads this, but this is mainly a vehicle for my fledgling career. As long as I'm temporarily out of print (or as long as local weeklies decline to answer my offers to give them free articles), I'll serve as my own editor and publisher. It's free, and it strokes my ego in the most sensual way.

One of my main focuses here will be the realm of online media. Not so much the hey-let's-put-our-print-articles-online-for-free online media, but other things that are much more innovative. If anyone in or outside of journalism has any thoughts whatsoever on the matter, please post a comment: perhaps I'll look into it and develop a few posts from any related ideas.

I strongly believe in three things: one, that someone (hopefully me) will pioneer a new way to distribute news in the near-future involving the internet; that traditional journalists have nearly ruined any feasible chance of charging for their intellectual property by offering articles online for free; and that the next wave of online journalism needs to rely on a solid business model that will make the industry more profitable so it can avoid burning out its talent through current newsroom cuts.

Well, that's my two cents so far. I hope, for the sake of my journalistic aspirations and any readership I may gather here, that many, many quality posts will follow tonight's initial address.

And I'll post some pictures of my new auto when I get the chance.