About Dateline TBD

DATELINE: Noun; a line in a written document or printed publication giving the date and place of composition or issue. Traditionally used to begin a newspaper or wire service story.

TBD: Abbreviation for “to be decided” or “to be determined.” Used when something has not yet been decided or is not yet known.

Dateline TBD: Wherever I go, there we are..

It’s been said Seinfeld was “a show about nothing,” and this is basically a blog about nothing. It doesn’t seek to fill any specific niche and there’s unlikely to ever be an overarching theme. The only thing you should ever expect to find here is just whatever happens to catch my fancy at a given moment — no more, no less. (BTW, this is me: Mid-South photojournalist Billy Suratt.)

In the words of Baz Luhrmann (or, more accurately, the words of former Chicago Tribune columnist Mary Schmich, as delivered by Australian voice actor Lee Perry in a musical composition by Baz Luhrmann), “My advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience.” And my own meandering experience also happened to start out in a newspaper before eventually ending up on the Internet (though it hasn’t yet been set to music, to the best of my knowledge).

As a Mid-South photojournalist based in Kentucky for more than 25 years, I’ve been working longer than some of you reading this have been alive. It’s been an interesting journey, to say the least, and that journey continues. So, thanks for joining me here as I continue attempting to commit journalism — one blog at a time, if necessary.

In a 1960 New Yorker magazine piece, A.J. Liebling wrote “Freedom of the press is guaranteed only to those who own one.” Mine gets slower every year — as, seemingly, so do I — but at least it fits in my pocket and hasn’t yet caught fire. Use it or lose it, as they say.

Without, or with, offence to friends or foes,
I sketch your world exactly as it goes.

If you’re old enough to remember when newspapers were a dominant force in the universe, it’s likely you’ve seen that quote (or some version of it) in a masthead, nameplate or editorial page. Lord Byron actually penned those words sometime between 1819 and 1824, appearing in the eighth canto of his satirical poem, “Don Juan.”

Like Don Juan, this blog — my own great epic — will almost certainly remain unfinished at my death, and possibly be condemned as immoral in my lifetime. Excelsior!

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