I once heard blogging compared to someone standing on a virtual street corner and yelling their personal thoughts out loud, as if anyone walking past within earshot could give a crap. Well, here I am on my virtual street corner. Just your local crazy guy yelling about God-knows-what.
This weekend, my cousin Marissa got married to this great guy, Larry, and it was a really cool wedding. It was at A Ga Ming, a golf resort in northern Michigan, and the view was incredible. The golf wasn't bad, either. Here's wishing them a happy and fruitful forever.
The primary election is Tuesday, which means I'm half-way through one of the craziest times of the four-year election cycle. November can't get here fast enough.
A quick note about hockey. For those of you who've been keeping up with my attempt to make a professional hockey team, I've lost about 20 pounds. That means I've got about 2o more to go by September. Exercise is hard, eating is not. That just doesn't seem right.
Peace and love.
Monday, July 28, 2008
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Balloons!
Sorry it's been a few days, yo, but it's balloon week in the Creek. For those of you who not that of which I speak, it's the 2008 Battle Creek Field of Flight Air Show and Balloon Festival, or as my editor has dubbed it: 2k8BCFFASBS. To most people, that means a long week of fun and frivolity, midway games and carnival rides, hot air balloons and the air show. For us in the newsroom, it means an even longer week of the same reporting we've done the past six billion years with new names in the stories and some new faces in the photos.
The "it's been a long week" factor is compounded for me because it's election season, which means interviews, phone calls, e-mails and almost hourly press releases from candidates clamoring for my attention. (That will end promptly, by the way, once the election is over.)
Whether it's a balloon or a politician, my life feels like it's all about hot air right now.
Now, THAT was funny!
The "it's been a long week" factor is compounded for me because it's election season, which means interviews, phone calls, e-mails and almost hourly press releases from candidates clamoring for my attention. (That will end promptly, by the way, once the election is over.)
Whether it's a balloon or a politician, my life feels like it's all about hot air right now.
Now, THAT was funny!
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