Walter Schoenknecht

Dead air thoroughly disturbs broadcasters... sends a chill down the spine. It begs questions about potential unfulfilled, about loss, about trouble. Is there a problem? Is everything all right? What happened?

"What exactly do you mean by 'engineer?'"

The assistant cameraman on a tapeless HD shoot is responsible for trafficking the memory cards, keeping them organized, safely dumping them and re-loading the camera.

In our area, there's a popular extra-credit assignment from elementary and high school English teachers: Get out your blue pencil and proofread the daily newspaper.

There's something inherently appealing about being the first on your block with an ingenious new gadget.

It was nice to meet you at the Middle School Back-To-School Night last week.

The last several years have seen a revolution in color-correction techniques, one in which the electron team—us video folks—have merged paths with the photon team—the film guys.

As a truck guy, when you show up for work, you’ve got no guarantee of a good meal or a clean restroom or even electric power.

And so I sit, for the thousandth time in my life, facing a mountain of production music discs, and mumbling under my breath. Hateful task.

As in medicine, the highly focused television specialist lives and works at the pinnacle of his or her art. So what could be more exciting than when specialist meets specialist?

You may think you're in control of your DVD authoring, but you're not.

Among the many creaky aphorisms I'm fond of dropping on those around me, none reflects that good ol' American bottom-line sensibility as much as this one: "You get nothin' for nothin'."

So who was it, I want to know, who decreed that an edit suite must be lit like an anthracite seam at midnight?