Wednesday, September 21, 2005

As heard on Gilmore Girls...

As some of you know, I have quite the affinity for Gilmore Girls. And you all should too. New reason? Last night's opening scene (paraphrased, except for a couple of lines you all recognize):

Lorelai: Wow. It's so big.
Sookie: That's what she said.
L: What are you, like in third grade?
(more random chatter about the size of a house.)
L: Whoa, I just looked away and looked back, did you see that?
S: No, you're right, it's definitely growing.
L: That's what she said.

NJS

Friday, September 16, 2005

$1.75 of fun

Ah ... schooner, oh schooner.
How good beer tastes coming from your deep bowl.
How heavy and awkward you are to hold.
How you have awesomely made Thursday nights the new Friday.
Schooner Night, your boobs were in the show.


Man, oh man. There’s nothing like pulling into Lawrence an hour and a half before last call, getting a sweet parking spot in front of Louise’s, hearing people call you ‘AKS’ again, getting a drunken bear hug from Marissa, nearly inciting a KUJH-TV/Kansan rumble in the streets, downing a schooner and driving back to the Junk in dense fog while your bladder stretches to the size of a schooner, only to get up at 7 to go to work.

See, this is what happens when you get old. You get nostalgic and you love to go to reunions and talk about the good ol’ days when times were simple, when I apparently didn’t have a vagina, Azita didn’t have to poke at cadavers and Bill was still a douchebag ... wait, at least one thing just doesn’t change.

I regret having to miss the crashing of the newsroom and the chance to prank Ty from five feet away. Plus, it just wasn’t the same without good ol’ Uncle Vaupel. Everything’s better with a little Vaupelocity (O’Toole and/or Donovan may insert off-color remark here).

Anywho, it was great to see everyone, and I was sorry to miss the Kuhlenator, Bob and Paige. I think the night can be perfectly summed up by this moment:

After Jousers and I engaged in a dramatic bout of punching and exchanging of ‘I HATE YOUs,’ Azita sighed and said, “I missed you guys!”

Good times,
AKS

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

w00t!

Some of you may have seen this already, as it was published nearly a month ago.

Still, I must share with my copy editing brethren:

http://www.editorandpublisher.com/eandp/news/article_display.jsp?vnu_content_id=1001019000

Discussion question: WWMD? (what would Malcolm do?)

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

Work is Awesome!

Ok, so not really. Today, it seemed like everyone was out on vacation so I got slammed with extra pages. Normally, this isn't too big of a deal, but it became a big deal when the two main stories on the Nation page are too short to be the main stories on the Nation page.

In other news, as you all know, I'm leaving the DU for cheesier pastures. That means my job here is up for grabs. Some dude from Alabama has already applied for the position and he has some nice graphics work (the ME left his resume open on her computer and I peeked when I went to check the editor e-mail for a column). But for those of you looking for a page design job, the DU is a fun place to work, although it will seemingly eat your soul as Ashley Doyle says.

Anyway, I just wanted to see something new on here because no one has posted anything since Ashley's loquats story. But I'm sure all you kids still in school are busy with homework and putting out the Kansan.

-- Donovan

Sunday, September 04, 2005

I heart Loquats

Yeah, so I was in Tampa for the past week on a mission to find Loquats. Because of my spelling you may be asking yourself what they are. Or even if I managed to spell that right you still may be clueless. Well they are a fabulous fruit, relative of the Cumquat. They are a small, sweet fruit that I haven't had in four years and I missed them. So since I was there I thought what the hell, I will drive an hour or two, visit Bok Towers and find my forbidden fruit. Apparently there is a "tiny" gas shortage in good ole Florida. I couldn't find a gas station with gas until I drove to the next town and even then struggled. And when I finally get to fabulous Mountain Lake and hit five different grocery stores, I discover that Loquats are out of season. I wanted to cry. My mission for fruit-happiness failed. I wanted to steal a Loquat tree to bring back with me and plant here, but I didn't think the airport would appreciate that too much. Oh and if you're curious, I know the Loquat shouldn't technically be capitalized, but since God is and they are the God of fruit...I figured it worked.

Looking for Loquat luxury,
Ashley Doyle

Seriously has anyone else even heard of this fruit? I promise I am not making it up.

EdPerks has scarred me for life

My computer crashes at The Sun and I yell "fucking EdPerks!" Then the entire copy desk looks at me like I've lost it.

Damn you EdPerks, may you rot in computer hell.

Have a great Labor Day!

Neil

Thursday, September 01, 2005

$13 for 2 beers and tips

I arrived safely in New York last Tuesday evening. I even had an apartment to stay in when I arrived. (And no roaches.)

In my first full day in the City, I explored downtown. My walk took me many places including the World Trade Center area, Wall Street, and both rivers. While walking in Battery Park City, I sat down on a bench on a dry boardwalk that was suspended several feet above water. Some little waves started to come up and touch the bottom of the boardwalk. Assuming that it would pass the lady farther up the boardwalk and I both remained sitting on our benches. The waves began to grow and rose above the boardwalk to get her feet wet. I missed that wave. Needless to say the waves weren't done and New York City welcomed me by sending a rather large wave (6 foot) my way. It entirely soaked me, but not the lady sitting further up.

Her shoes get wet and New York soaks me entirely. My pants and shirt dripped for the next 30 minutes and then I walked the more than 2 miles home in clothes that might as well have been sponges. It was like walking on the platform above the end of one of those flume water rides.

As I walked home, not really knowing anything about the city, I followed a street that led me to the East River. I did want to go east just a little bit. But I needed to go south uptown. (How south and uptown, and north and downtown make any sense I don't know.) As I looked around I knew I was in the middle of the projects. I had walked straight into an area that was experiencing a broken water main. So hundreds of the thousands of people who lived in these dreadful brick buildings were outside with their children. Of course, no fresh water for nearly 20 huge projects' buildings means no showers, no water, no laundry, no cooking, and these people were infuriated. The poor utilities workers had been working since early that morning on fixing the break, but the projects' residents were having none of it. They were explaining to all the TV media how they weren't able to take care of their children.

After watching this spectacle for nearly half an hour, I got headed back in the right direction. Of course, I realize when I got home that my camera and cell phone had been soaked as well. It ruined them both and of course, getting your phone wet means you have no warranty. So I had to buy a new cell phone Thursday at full retail value ($150). Needless to say, I bought the cheapest replacement model available. Clearly, cell phones have made me as dependent as ever on technology.

On the bright side, Thursday I walked uptown to see Times Square, Central Park, Chelsea, and Madison Square Garden. And I had my first celebrity sighting. It was a promotional event for Evian water. John McEnroe and Evan Lendhoe (sp?) were playing a relaxed game of tennis with some of the city's youth.

Since then I've went to Grand Central station and Times Square at night to gawk at the area.

In just over a week, I've also managed to pickup a permanent apartment in the Astoria area of Queens. It'll be my home for the next year. (And if you are ever in the City, give me a call.)

Now, the job hunt has begun in full force, but I'm lucky because I've already locked up some freelance work. Though if I don't find a journalism job in the next three weeks to a month, I'll take any job I can and continue the search for a journalism job in my spare time. Let's just hope that doesn't happen though.

Sincerely,
Very wet in New York, Andrew