I work in an office full of communications professionals. We’re accustomed to being able to find the people we need quickly, getting the information we need quickly, and turning it around for our readers. Quickly. But when something happens to interrupt that chain, it’s surprising how quickly everything dissolves. Like, say, when the telephone system… Read More don’t try this at home.
A weekend, in bad haiku: Blogfest was awesome Sign-in sheet, it’s almost full Hot. Open that door. — Empty the freezer Before they head to Boston Hey! Take home some steaks! — Mags go up in flames Beer guys could write, turned out Cornhole dulls the pain. — Vid shoot with the Sorgs Rachel looked… Read More summary.
The unofficial-but-deeply-ingrained protocol among print folks is to be a little bit blase about journalism awards. But this one has eluded me for so long that it’s a little tough not to be excited about it. Here’s the details: We won for spot news coverage, specifically of the flash flood that swept through Aliquippa last… Read More …me.
Despite my previous whining about my persistent inability to win a Pulitzer, I have to admit: That’s not the journalistic prize I covet over all others. That honor, boys and girls, goes to the Golden Quill, the annual awards presented by the Press Club of Western Pennsylvania. They’re not the most prestigious award I’m eligible… Read More and the winner is…
Since suggesting on Tuesday that Rolling Stone founder and editor Jann Wenner might be slightly, uh, fuzzy after years of chasing rock ‘n’ roll musicians in the name of journalism, I’ve been getting daily hits from Wenner Media, the home of Jann’s magazine empire. Mr. Wenner, if that’s you: While I’m currently employed — and… Read More hi, jann!
If you take a look at the series of Crappyesque links over there on the right, you’ll a bunch of new ones showing up today. Sen. Hillary Clinton showed up in my area today, and I spent several hours writing and talking for work — and writing and shooting pictures and video for myself. As… Read More working.
Uncle Crappy 