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the virgin reviews a destination: writing travel articles August 7, 2008

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Travel writing is a great way to combine the love of travel and the love of writing into a lucrative and rewarding career. Travel writing isn’t rocket science, but it can be a tricky door to break into and you’ll need to follow some simple guidelines in order to produce a story that publishers will want to run. Travel writing is a little bit of journalism mixed with journalling and topped off with useful information about locations. The best part about travel writing is being able to create your own voice and be honest about the things you’re doing, which is wholly separate from the unbiased rules of reporting. Here’s how to write a travel article.

 

Determine your audience. Your audience will determine the final article you produce and should be who you have in mind during your experience. Is this for a leisure travel magazine, a college newspaper or an online travel website? Adult travel magazines will likely need a more mature voice and a more upscale itinerary, while college newspapers are looking for more affordable, backpacker-style, travel advice. Wherever you plan to publish, do your research by reading plenty of back issues and learning the voice and style of your publication.

Be prepared. Always carry a pen and notebook with you to make important notes and to help remember obscure events. Be sure to include street names, prices for museums and other sites and information on how to get from place to place. Use your personal experience as a guide for what readers need to know. Answer the questions that you had. Keep in mind when you got lost and various things you did wrong and don’t allow your reader to make the same mistakes.

Take pictures. You should always have a camera with your when traveling to record the things you are seeing and places you are visiting, if for no one else, but yourself. This will help you to remember things you might have forgotten and could give you an opportunity to publish them with your article. Most travel magazines will use professional photos, but you never know when someone might ask to use yours.

Research your location. Travel articles combine a personal travel story together with a knowledge of the place being visited, so you’ll need to know the important facts and history of the place your are visiting and include them in the article. Add a few historical highlights to the tale of your personal journey to create a cyclical and complete travel article.

Say something new. This is the biggest challenge when it comes to travel writing. There are a multitude of articles covering every location, monument, restaurant and local hangout across the globe, so it’s important that your article provide new information about the place you are visiting. Talk to the locals and try to discover the secret or obscure places that have been relatively untouched by travelers and journalists. You must be willing to experience things rather than merely observe them. Try an unusual cuisine, dance the local dance and get involved in the things around you.

Create a fresh voice. Don’t be afraid to be kitschy, funny or brutally honest in your writing. Travelers look to travel articles as a source and guide for their next trip so if you’re not honest about a place you visited people won’t trust that you know what you’re talking about. Everyone has different travel tastes, but there are people out there who have similar tastes to you. Write for them.

Write the facts. Your first draft should get the basic details and important information about the specific journey. Don’t worry if the first draft is dry and bit boring, because you’ll edit it later. Make sure you cover all the important information about the location, for example, if and when there is a daily siesta, how late banks are open and if you can change money on Sundays. Your readers should be able to follow in your footsteps, so provide addresses and easy to follow directions when necessary. 

Give your article a kick. Once you have your facts and important information, you’ll want to make your story come alive. Use metaphors and descriptive language to liven it up. If you’re in a foreign country, talk about the local flavor and throw in a few common phrases and try using quotes from other travelers or from books of poetry that were written on the places you’re visiting. The best writer will be able to capture the audience by their writing alone, no matter how dry the subject matter.

Be honest, personal and funny. Tell the reader what you liked or disliked about the location and why. Tell the funny stories and mishaps. People fight change and traveling forces people to try new things and adjust their comfortable lifestyles, which makes for interesting travel stories. Tell your readers about those funny incidences that occurred on your journey and they won’t be so surprised when something similar happens to them. People like to identify with others, especially in their travel experiences, so telling your personal story is a great way to connect with your audience.

Edit your work. The last thing you need is to turn in a mediocre article filled with punctuation and grammar mistakes. Also be sure to fact check all of your information to be sure that you have correct addresses, museum prices and local currency. Be extra careful where historical information is concerned. If you’re unsure about anything, don’t include it in the piece.  

*This article was originally published by eHow.com.

*Think you have what it takes to write a travel article?  Check out GoNomad.com’s Writer’s Guidelines.

word of the day: pretentious August 1, 2008

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1. Pretentious

Trying to sound intelligent by using long, complicated words, even though you don’t know what they mean.

Hey, listen to this, it’s post-hardcore emomathglitch rock. The lyrics really reveal the prerequisite existentialism of the singers inner hades!

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shoes and social lubrication August 1, 2008

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When I was younger, my mother used to always tell me that you don’t have to drink in order to have fun – she didn’t, mind you, ever warn me about getting too involved in soles, which is probably what she should have been doing, seeing as that’s my one true vice – and this coming from a woman who lives to drink margaritas and whose lasting impression of New York was the sangria we drank at the Yucca Bar.  Okay, so she’s not a whino by any standards, but we all know what happens when your parents tell you not to do something.  

As a young adult and throughout my college career I drank at every social function I attended, though I might make the argument here that my use of alcohol then wasn’t to aide in my fun factor, though I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t use it to lubricate the murky waters of some rather awkward social encounters. How many times have you said, “I need a drink” only minutes after entering your office Christmas party?  Drinking makes socializing easier, whether you’re a social butterfly or a wallflower.  If only I knew then what I know now.  

My real “ism” as most of you well know is not liquid courage, but rather a much more reliable source of love and affection and the only thing that truly makes me feel good when everything else seems lost.  Here’s the story of how I used my “lovah” to “lubricate” a very promising mystery social encounter.

The setting: I was sitting at a bar in Port Vell with a group of girlfriends when the cocktail I was sipping on ran dry.  The rest of my crew was still happily slurping along, so I went up to the bar for a refill and pulled up a stool as I waited for my new drink…

“Nice shoes,” he says, as he pulls the empty bar stool next to me and straddles it haphazardly.

Out of instinct I look down, though I know exactly what shoes I’m wearing – cherry red espadrilles with satin metallic silver ties that I’ve wrapped more than a dozen times under the sole and around my arch instead of the cut-off-your-legs mistake of up the ankle.   “Thanks,”  I say, pressing the satin pleats of my olive green skirt down and switching the cross of my legs to point into to him.  He was cute and even with the stereo blasting some old school Britney Spears, I could hear that he was British.

“They’re the reason I came over here,”  he says. With this he smiles and his nose scrunches up, making his gentle orange freckles mesh into a messy ameba across the arch of his nose.

“My shoes,” I ask, looking down once more?

“Yeah.”

“Really?”  I curl the side of my left lip into a downward scowl.  Now, I’m skeptical.  I look around the bar, half imagining my girlfriends to be snickering in the corner, mocking me with their half-assed plan to lure some poor guy unknowingly into a hook line and sinker with flattering lines about my shoes.  “Who sent you?” I pull my knees back so they are pointing straight forward. 

He fumbles.  “Well, not just the shoes,” he says, loosing his cocky charm as he stumbles to recover what he thinks might be a loss.

I laugh.  I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been told – by girlfriends, boyfriends, family, and random acquaintances – that I’m intimidating and not in a sweet, independent, tough girl kind of way.  My friends may put it nicely, but the end resolve seems to be that I’m “kind of” a bitch.  It is not a purposeful disposition I can assure you, but none-the-less.  

“What,” he asks in response to my laughter.  “What?”

“Guys don’t notice girls shoes.”  Unless they’re gay.  I only think this as I try to avoid that “kind of” bitch behavior.

“I bet guys notice your shoes.”

“Okay, seriously, who sent you?  Did my friends put you up to this?”  I look around the bar again and spot the girls huddled around a high top, sipping in order of appearance a rum and coke, vodka soda and something – not a cosmopolitan – that is pink.  Someone must have paid this guy to shoe flatter me as a joke – which was almost equal to pure flattery in my book – but if they had, wouldn’t they be watching their game unfold?

“Who are you looking for?”

I look back down at my shoes – they were pretty cute – and then up to him – he was cute too.  Still, what straight guy notices a girls shoes?  “Are you gay?”  Whoops.

“Ouch!”

“It’s not an offensive comment,” I say, wiping the rim of my vodka tonic.  “So?”

“So, what?  Am I gay?”

“—-”

“No.”

“Good, because I think my shoes have a crush on you.”  

Okay, so the truth is that I’m drinking a vodka tonic as this story unfolds, but did you see how I made my shoes do the flirting. That’s how alcohol met its wing man shoes.  The perfect Batman and Robin team to fly the cloudy skies of girl meets boy in bar.    Shoes really are the most solid of friends.

“Do your shoes want to dance,” he asks with a grin?

Who needs alcohol or a wing man when you have really cute shoes?

*This piece was originally published by The Shoe Dish.

we own the night November 8, 2007

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“We Own the Night”, which takes its title from the 1980s-era slogan of the N.Y.P.D’s street crime unit, is a raw and intense film about familial ties, the bond of blood, brotherhood, and love. With an all star cast, which includes Academy Award winner Robert Duvall and Academy Award nominees Joaquin Phoenix and Mark Wahlberg, who also serve as the films producers, this film promises to live up to its reputation.

Director, James Gray, is no stranger to mobster and corruption films. His first two films – “Little Odessa” was another grim story that involved Russian gangsters much like “We Own the Night” and “The Yards” was an enigmatic story of political corruption – evoked the old world urban rawness of earlier crime eras; the times when gangsters and mobsters shared tables with politicians and police officers.

It is 1988, and New York’s drug trade is intensifying. The Russian drug smugglers and the N.Y.P.D. are like warring societies in a fight to the death and at the center of it all are two brothers: Joseph Grusinsky (Mark Wahlberg), a clean-cut and ambitious cop who is following in the footsteps of his father Burt (Robert Duvall), the legendary chief of police and Bobby Green (Joaquin Phoenix), an untouchable, somewhat irresponsible Brooklyn nightclub owner who has turned his back on the family business and concealed his relationship to this long line of New York cops by changing his last name.

For Bobby, life is an endless party, which he shares with his Puerto Rican girlfriend Amada (Eva Mendes) and though he keeps his distance from the drug smuggling that operates out of his club, the legendary El Caribe in Brooklyn’s Brighton Beach, by a Russian mobster, life hits a little too close to home when this very mobster becomes the target of a drug investigation that is headed by his own brother.

At its darkest points, “We Own the Night” is a modern Cain and Abel and ‘an eye for an eye’. Its richer moments are filled with a deep, almost unexplainable love, but in its belly there is a raw and terrifying hedonistic undertone. When Joseph is shot in the face outside his home it is Bobby who must enter the world that he has forsaken for so long. This movie is not for the feint of heart; it is an intense, melodramatic piece that deserves of all the attention it gets.

“We Own the Night” opened October 12th.

This review was originally published by DoubleAgent.com. It appears here by permission of the author.

a william faulkner quote July 18, 2007

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Όλοι μας απέτυχαν να ταιριάξουν με τα όνειρα τελειότητάς μας. Έτσι μας εκτιμώ βάσει της θαυμάσιας αποτυχίας μας να κάνουμε τον αδύνατο.

My favorite William Faulkner quote; doesn’t it look cool in Greek?

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god is dead by ron currie, jr. July 17, 2007

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A book plug…because…this is a really, really, really good one…

We implore you to read this amazing debut from the line cook from Waterville, ME turned author. This is the best book the virgin has read in years; a stunning and audacious debut. For all you New York City dwellers, visit the Barnes & Noble (Astor Place) tonight at 7pm to meet Ron and hear him read from GOD IS DEAD.

“As a freshman effort, God is Dead is almost miraculous. One more like this and I will count Currie among my favorite authors.” — Drew Nellins from Bookslut.com

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the virgin is reborn May 9, 2007

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I started this blog with all the right intentions…well, at least thoughtful intentions. I didn’t want to be one of those lazy posters who hogged a really cool blog name and then never psoted anything…but, alas, that is what I became. The problem was that I wasn’t sure what I wanted it to be. Everyone kept telling me, “if you want to be a writer in NYC, you have to have a blog.” So, I started with a few journal-type narratives, but who really cares about my everyday encounters, ramblings, and pet peeves? So, the Review has been refocused to concentrate, strictly, on book reviews. Please feel free to leave your own reviews and comments. The Virgin is reborn (starting tomorrow).

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sexherald.com update June 21, 2006

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A little while back I posted that I was the new columnist for sexherald.com's aphrodisiacs column.  Well,  it's almost time for the July launch and I wanted to remind everyone to be reading the very "hot" article on chilies…get it, hot!  Hahaha!  No, really, though, read it.  Below is an enticing bit for you to nibble.

In what is now present day San Antonio, Texas during the 18th century sermons were preached about the over-indulgence of “Spanish stew”.  The legend goes that these sermons often referred to the chili stew as “The Soup of the Devil”, as chili was considered an aphrodisiac and the priests feared that this stew would lead to irrepressible excitement.  Unfortunately for them, this nickname backfired, serving only to make the dish more popular. 

Sexual satisfaction and the pursuit of foods, formulas and functions that enhance and stimulate sexual desire and performance is an age-old quest.  Food alone is historically intimate.  Beginning with references in the venomous power of food made in biblical history – Adam and Eve succumbing to their vulnerability – and originating in antiquity from Greek, Egyptian, and Roman mythology could be responsible for the earliest fascination with this mysterious lust for sexual understanding.

righteous? June 20, 2006

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I recently read this book titled Righteous by Laura Sandler, about the new born-again Christian counterculture youth movement.  It is frightening to say the least, but rather then argue the substantial error in judgement on account of a mass of young adults, I'd like to bring up one freakish excerpt from the book. 

In a post-punk description of one teenage born-again Christian who looks more like a rock star than a religious rapper, the author tells us what he is wearing.  It is a shirt that reads, "A piercing saved my life."  It could be funny, kind of cute - a statement of rebellion - until you see the back, where the stigmata is plastered in a colorful display of what I can only describe as sacrilege.

Righteous indeed!

the tiffany & company lunch box June 6, 2006

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Since I moved to this great city, I've encountered (among the many likes and loves) several dislikes and hates.  This tends to be one of those little nit-picky things that sits on the back-burner until I'm so pissed off one day that it becomes the biggest problem in my life.

Yesterday was just such a day.  As I got on the subway at 4th street/Ave. of the Americas, I saw it.  It was that pretty turquoise bag from Tiffany & Company, accompanied by a purse/work tote, in the gentle hand of New Yorker. 

Why does this bother me so?

Well, I find it amusing when people carry their lunch in 'chic' shopping bags.  We buy groceries in grocery bags, so why do we put groceries in shopping bags that make everyone aware that once upon a time we bought something at an expensive store.  Please…

If you can afford a wine glass from Tiffany's, you can afford a bag big enough to carry your lunch and work stuff.  If you can't afford a real lunch box, carry your food like the rest of us…in a grocery bag, the way you bought it.