hello, kiddies. long time no talk. sigh. that's kind of my fault. i'm a workaholic (though no longer on cops, surprise, surprise).
i might as well admit up front that i generally suck at blogging ... but for y'all, anything. my posts might be a bit stream of consciousness, though. and with that warning i'll let the rambling begin:
first, an evanston-florida connection (so that i can justify the orange balconies label): in the city of melbourne, which is in one of the seven counties covered by the orlando sentinel, there's a little piece of our college home ... mustard's last stand. for any of you who eat meat and haven't been to this hotdog heaven near the football stadium, go now. get every topping. relish the heartburn.
second, i want to pick your brains. what do y'all think of the implosion of knight-ridder and impending implosion of tribune? long time coming? beginning of the end of newspapers as we know them? just another bump in the road? speak, please. i mean, i've read all the romenesko, wsj, nyt articles and i'm just wondering if any of us have a different perspective (especially since we're all still relatively new to the professional journalistic workforce).
third, i want to direct any of you who don't already read the la times column one stories to start doing so now ... some are even podcast (i recommend the one about the boxing time keeper).
and i'll leave you with my favorite sentence, which was written by one of my favorite editors when he was still a reporter (it's a feature about a pre-school-age ballet class). i think of it every time i'm struggling to find just the right turn of phrase: they jumped with all the grace and precision of exploding popcorn.
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