Same day, different city

First of all, here's what it's like when your mom is around to get you through this "mean, cruel world": You're never alone unless you're in the shower. When you're getting ready for work, there is constant chiding you're going to be late, even though you've allotted yourself an hour to get the one or two miles the subway takes you. When you get off work late (and by late, I mean 7 p.m.), there are panicked phone calls, just checking to see if you're alive. When you stay up past midnight, even though you've never gone to bed at midnight in five years of college and your body is still on an earlier time zone, she is there to remind you how tired you'll be in the morning. You don't have anything to discuss, because you're together constantly. And she doesn't cook for you. THAT'S life with your mother.

Day One
Questions about farms: 1
Questions about Kansas basketball: a gillion. This guy Justin goes to Brown, and he just can't get enough of hearing about life at KU, especially involving the basketball players. He thinks it must be so amazing to go to a school with such rich traditions.... Uh, dude? You go to Brown. It's probably one of the oldest schools in the U.S. But oh wait...you're right, it's no KU. (Luckily this dialogue all took place before the intern from UNC showed up.)
References to the Wizard of Oz: 0 (down about a gillion from last summer)

While I haven't been linked to anyone at the Inquirer yet, I'll try and get that rumored started soon. Liven things up. My first day at the paper was "training." By training they mean putting you in a room, scheduling people to come and talk to you, and no one showing up on time. But it's forgivable when you're the publisher.

We did go to the two daily meetings. The first one had to address blogs. Apparently a reporter or someone was blogging about work and their sources. Inquirer did not find this cool. Caused some sort of libel problem. Yikes. But in the 4 o'clock we got a copy of the daily budget. I look down — top right corner reads: Page 1 of 17. I had to laugh.

Now it's late and I have to go to bed. Or I might be tired in the morning.

NJS