Thanks to Jim Baca for the link to:
Put together by former reporter Tracy Dingmann and former Albuquerque Journal reporter and editorial page writer Denise Tessier to take a closer look at the shenanigans over at New Mexico’s only paper.
I’d say this blog is much necessary and long overdue.
Interesting blog post about fast food that looks gross, even in the shiny happy ad campaign.
Link here.
Pretty good top five list. I agree with most.
However my vote goes to ANYTHING Carl’s Jr. makes. That #$%^ makes me nauseous just thinking about it.
As a writer, I’m always interested to see, year to year, which words end up getting added to the dictionary.
Usually they are popular words that bee-bop around the lexicon and eventually get legitimized.
Generally, once the word is added to Merriam-Webster, the trend is so over…
Anyhow, here’s a sampling of new words recently added:
Staycation (my *god* I loathe this word…and I’m a lover of words!)
Frenemy (pretty much hate this one too)
Locavore ( : sound of head pounding on desk : )
And a new definition for sock puppet (whatever)
*sigh*
I’m sure that words like tweeple, facebrag and running latte are soon to follow.
Is it a bad sign that Urban Dictionary has become a legitimate reference tool?
Ah well.
I blame NewMexiKen and his recent blogging about citizenship tests. I pondered on it a bit in this post too, but lately, I’ve been thinking a bit about being an American and, yes, in my post-Fourth of July haze…about being patriotic.
I still get a proud chill when the Blue Angels fly low overhead. I put my hand over my heart when they play the Star Spangled. I can recite the Pledge of Allegiance with practiced ease.
Patriotism sort of became a bad word during the previous administration, where aspersions were cast left and right about who was and was not patriotic. That made me grit my teeth.
So ok, I don’t wear it on my sleeve, but sure, I am patriotic. I own it.
When I read this article in today’s Las Cruces Sun News, I have to admit, I got a little lump in the throat proud.
A small piece, really. Just a short bit about a local boy scout troop doing a proper ceremony to dispose of soiled flags.
I don’t really know all the rules about flying the flag, but I know enough. I get testy when I see a flag flying in the rain. Or unlit in the dark. Or when it’s been whipped to shreds but still flies.
I don’t really do anything wacky about it, like the guy who tore down the Mexican flag on the UNM campus when he noticed a violation of flag protocol.
But I notice stuff and it bugs me.
It was an interesting read at the VFW site about the main code for flying a flag. I learned a little there.
Also interested to see the link to this site, a company that provides proper disposal of a flag for a fee.
Mainly, getting back to the event held in Las Cruces, I was just happy to see a new generation of kids is learning respect and both the proper way to fly, and when the time comes, dispose of, Old Glory.
Photo recycled from this blog…taken at Fort Stanton, NM
Much this week about bringing idols from my childhood to a demise.
No, not what you’re thinking. I’m not talking about that *event* held today in LA, which shall go unnamed on this blog as I don’t need to lend anymore kerfuffle to the well built pile already laying around.
No, I have something else on my mind.
Namely….how come drinking and driving makes your hair all jacked up?
Couple arrests this week.
First Joyce DeWitt, former hottie from Three’s Company:
And now, the guy who played Carmine “The Big Ragoo” on Laverne & Shirley.
I seem to recall he used to be pretty hot. I might have had a little “thing” for him, in the day.
And now? Yeeeow!
I need to go now and spend some time tending to my broken childhood dreams.
Images and story courtesy of TMZ.