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YUM--Truly Awesome Cookies
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Soleil 100 Days
6.2.09
Parents of autistic Berthoud boy seek High Court ruling
20.1.09
Colorado State University Top Cop on Leave
6.11.08
Boulder's 117-year-old Newspaper May Sell Building
This news comes on the heels of summer layoffs at the E.W. Scripps-owned Camera, which is in my estimate the best community newspaper in Colorado. In my experience there, the building was just a shell occupied by a devoted news team.
Generally, the news bites. I'm still serving chicken and rice and dream of landing a killer journalism job. Maybe I'm being too picky...
Read the full story about the sell here
16.9.08
11.9.08
Remembering 9/11
This blog post is dedicated to a young women who died that day: Allison Hortsmann Jones.
Source: Collegian.com
10.9.08
The Foodie in Me
Banana. Bacon. Beer. Let's say a small prayer and bow to this wildly creative dish that has links to Longmont, Colo., and Left Hand Brewery. Visit the blog!
New Progresso Broth
9.9.08
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I vow not to tell you lies here, but I guarantee I will try and make you laugh your ass off. So, welcome to my relentless blog, which will totally be random, random, random. I'm doing this because my sober friend Missy demanded it.
I'm already 24-years-old with a bachelor's degree in journalism and my life is less than professionally satisfying. My professors warned me about the hideous job market I was entering and as the purpose of the physical newspaper dies, I'm at a point where I'll write the warning labels on the sides of Smirnoff bottles.
I just quit like my fifth internship at a daily newspaper near Denver--where I covered a four-wheeler crash resulting in a beheading, sex addicts enjoying the ascetics of pornography while in their cars, and my summer favorite, the local peach festival/bonanza/gala/sixth level of Hell. In turn, I am back to work at a popular Chinese-like restaurant that paid the bills through college and will now pay the bills post-college.
The restaurant job is a different kind of interesting compared to reporting the goings on at a community newspaper. Here, my fellow servers vary from the out-right disgusting (I worked with a guy who had a set of chompers that resembled pieces of blue corn kernels matched with a zesty, yet spoiled, lemon) to the out-right ridonculous (think of Omarosa to the 26th-degree).
Today is really a turning point in my life as a take a step backward into the restaurant industry, away from my passion of journalism. Maybe I can start a newsletter that not only outs who's making babies with my managers, but who is also snorting coke with them off the server's line? Too much?