I am a “Preditor” that stands for Producer/Editor here at WGNO. I do natural sound stories and write for Susy and LBJ. I find the best stories are those that entertain and educate, I’m looking to make life more visible. I’ve been working in the industry for four years, before working in broadcast journalism I worked on film sets. I’m the 3rd place recipient of the 2014 New Orleans Press Club Award for Photo Essay. I attended the week long NPPA News Video Workshop in 2013.
Alyson’s e-mail: firstname.lastname@example.org
On Friday and Saturday nights you can find me … covered in chalk pretending to be a pool shark at the bar.
I’m known around the newsroom for… Getting Stuff Done!
My greatest TV moment was … nearly falling out of a hot air balloon while I was filming its landing. You literally see the camera fly forward with me attached. BEST SHOOT EVER. Or shooting the ULL Ragin’ Cajuns’ winning New Orleans bowl. The stands were on fire! As the players carried the trophy around, bumping into us photographers, the trophy broke but they didn’t care because it was theirs!
Favorite interviews … Alison Bechdel, Buddy Roemer, and George Jones.
I want to interview … Edward Albee, Robyn Hitchcock, Big Freedia.
A TV moment I’d like to forget … while covering Tropical storm Lee I managed to get my news vehicle stuck in the mud, then drive it into a ditch full of water. I had to get out knee deep in water and push the car. Actually, I had a great time.
An important lesson I’ve learned … Everyone has a story!
I give back to my community by … being an out lesbian.
If I had the time I’d Like to … learn how to become a really good ballroom dancer. My grandparents went to cruises just to dance and had stacks of awards. They started teaching me when I was young, but now my dancing has a more flailing-around-like quality.
My favorite Saint is … Steve Gleason, easy. He’s inspiring, charming and doing really great things with the Saints franchise. NO WHITE FLAGS.
My worst date went like this … I went to the College of Santa Fe and wanted to impress this athletic/hippy senior. I was a sophomore. She asked me if I liked hot yoga and I said, “Of course!” (having never taken yoga before in my life). I figured how hard could it be? We stepped in from the snowy weather outside to this hot room. Within minutes I felt ill, like really ill, but I wanted to tough it out. Instead I ended up barfing all over the guy’s yoga mat in front of me. I did however, go back the next day just to prove I could do it, and finished the yoga session by myself … without the barf.