So tonight was Pittsburgh magazine’s annual “Best of Pittsburgh” party, an event at Heinz Field that celebrates some of the best stuff going here, in conjunction with the magazine’s annual “Best of Pittsburgh” issue. I didn’t get invited — I’m not apparently the best of anything in these parts — but my buddies Sickpuppy and… Read More oops.
I’ve come to love Twitter. And I’ve come to hate it. It is far and away the social media tool I use most. When it’s working. The outages, however, are becoming more frequent. And more annoying. The problem? I’m not sure what the possible alternatives are. I’m getting tired of seeing the Fail Whale. Anyone… Read More fail.
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.
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…
I think I just made up a new word with that title. Hm. @ Our date on Sunday was spectacular. Dinner at Sonoma Grille would have been good enough by itself; the concert made it perfect. The Preservation Hall Jazz Band mixes guys who have played the New Orleans hall for decades — like trombone… Read More upcatcher.
Reasons why I’m not posting about covering this afternoon’s Bill Clinton rally: 1) I’d never get it done before midnight. 2) I had to go to shopping at the Evil Arkansas Empire (no, that reference has nothing to do with the Clinton family) to get some stuff The Wife needed before her weekend trip to… Read More the cat ate my homework.
Uncle Crappy 