Loh Ball
posted at 2:18 pm
on Mar. 19, 2004
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Last night, I went to a firing party for Sandra Loh, a radio personality at KCRW in Los Angeles who was dismissed because she accidently let the word “fuck” get on the air.
The party was put on by the L.A. Press Club, and was fun and festival and fabulous at the Hotel Figueroa. I met more than the usual amount of interesting people.
Evan Wright, writer for Rolling Stone, told me about a book he’d written detailing the marines he’d been embedded with in Iraq.
Kevin Roderick discussed his success blogging in L.A.
And David, last name escaped me, told me about his current job: he’s a free agent social justice activist. Each day, after dropping his child off at school, he picks up the Los Angeles Times and reads through the paper until he finds something that outrages him. When he’s found something wrong with the world, he telephones the people interviewed or mentioned in the article and tells them what they’re doing wrong and why they should change.
He does this every day, and has talked to people all over the country, including officials at the pentagon, state supreme court justices, vice presidents of industry giants, and political activists.
He told me how exciting it was to realize that he could reach out and contact these people directly. I told him that was a part of what attracted peopel to journalism, though journalists aren’t erally supposed to try to convince people that they’re completely wrong—something that many of them would probably like to do with some of their interview subjects.
All in all, a nice evening.
