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Rant: Drive-by assignments at 5:00 on a Friday! My bosses have a habit of finding folks at 5:00 on a Friday for something that just has to be done by Monday opening of business. Somehow they don’t seem to anticipate that they had a meeting they needed paper for even though it was on their schedule. I know, daunting horrendous task to actually look at the schedule and anticipate.
Rave: A ditto to Mums — TY to AJ for doing this.
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Rants: none. It’s a gorgeous fall day in northern California.
Raves: ditto.
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🙂 Rants and Raves is back.
🙂 Saturday.
😦 I go back to work on Monday.
🙂 😦 Not sure what the make of this, but there’s lots of weeping an gnashing of teeth going on after our paper yesterday apparently (and in a surprise) endorsed Romney.
Our former editor on FB sounds distraught after our Obama endorsement 4 years ago, with several of our current and former reporters/editors agreeing.
It really somewhat baffles me, I’ll admit, as everyone on our editorial board is liberal. The assumption is that the publisher held final sway. But we’re hardly the only newspaper that endorsed Obama last time and jumped ship in 2012 after what’s been — let’s face it — a less than stellar 4 years.
Our “mother ship” paper, the Denver Post, however, went with Obama again.
Lots of very upset people at our paper, though.
Looking at the online comments on the ed page, seems that many readers also are quite perturbed with us.
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RAVE
I’ve returned from gassing up and grocery shopping. And here on the border of Pa. and NJ it’s a little crazy, and it’s not hitting us till early Monday and into Tuesday. But I am now home.
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RANT, and only partially tongue-in-cheek.
There was no bottled water left, that had been out since yesterday I’m told. But a nice elderly lady told me her husband just found a couple pallets of it at Walgrens. So I did get enough and we still had some. I couldn’t help but snicker a bit at the older people with 5 gallons of milk, 6 loaves of bread, and the 5 packs of eggs, and there seemed to be a bunch of ’em. Really people. What good is all that when the power goes out? It goes to waste. And if the power doesn’t go out, you should be able to get to the store sometime this week. If you really don’t need that much save it for someone who may. Hoarding is not cool. Be it food, or cats. Let’s go people! Act like you’ve done this before! Because we have. Blizzards and hurricanes, this isn’t new. You should already have most of what you need for occaisions like this. You know, an emergency type kit.
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And if it’s chaos in a week, because it really is the end, then you will have bigger concerns than milk and bread. Like guns and ammo, and your possible lack of such items.
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Raves: 1. Got to play golf at dawn even though the chill factor was 29 degrees.
2. Good economic news in Texas:
A. Home builders are running low on inventory.
B. Granite companies are having trouble finding installers.
C. The Permian Basin and other oil producing areas are in a big boom.
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😦 Fleas
😦 Nausea
🙂 I think I’m getting better. I can eat more normally, though I still don’t have much energy.
🙂 Two days away from work and the smells there that bother me.
One of the smells that bothered me this morning was cinnamon, when I put it in my oatmeal. Cinnamon is supposed to help with nausea, not aggravate it. But I suppose that’s after it’s ingested, not the smell of the powder.
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Stay safe, AJ — hopefully this storm won’t turn out to be as forceful as it potentially could be based on the early forecasts.
But your post made me smile. I can only imagine how we crazy Californians would react in stocking up for an anticipated disaster. 😮 That surely would be a disaster in and of itself.
So it’s probably a good thing that our primary natural threat — earthquakes — are entirely unpredictable.
It keeps us out of the stores in advance, at least.
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Definitely hard to make the smileys go in the right places. 😦
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Rave; I’m not in the path of the storm.
Rant; Hubby has a job in Connecticut next week and will be if they don’t cancel it.
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AJ, I guess some people don’t know that bread and milk is for snow storms not hurricanes.
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People ought to plan ahead. We never know what tomorrow may bring. And that is a big question in Christian circles (not all of them, of course!). Is it a sin to be unprepared (the maidens bringing enough lamp oil) or is it a sin to fill the warehouse (the guy who died the next day)?
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Hey, go see Karen if you’re in CT.
Donna–we are laughing and laughing at the consternation in your newsroom!
I actually wrote a letter to the editor this morning explaining how I came of age as a reporter and editor at UCLA during Watergate and learned a lot from the experience. Could our local paper at least MENTION Benghazi in their pages?
They didn’t, sigh, publish my last letter . . . .
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Reposting from Our Daily Thread . . .
🙂 Celebrating one year married to a thoughtful, godly, smart, protective, funny, handsome, (. . .) man. (The unabridged version would take too many pages.)
🙂 My hubby and my oldest brother and his wife finally got to meet.
😦 Those two things coincided on the same day, so we didn’t get to have our fancy dinner out.
🙂 They all liked one another, and my brother and my hubby made several good connections. (They’re both tall men, both watercolor artists, they have similar political and cultural opinions, etc.)
🙂 We have had two or three beautiful days this week, and got a nice walk one or two days and a picnic at the park (and a walk) another day.
🙂 I have enough work to keep me busy but not overwhelmed (a large and two smallish projects).
🙂 I placed an order to get prints of the photos from our “second honeymoon” so I can now finish the album I started with our “first” honeymoon. (Fall photos and summer photos of Gatlinburg.) The package of photos is due today or Monday. . . .
🙂 🙂 🙂 God’s in His heaven, all’s right with the world.
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Hey, wait a minute–it lined up right on the other thread!! Here is another try, putting double spaces back between paragraphs.
🙂 Celebrating one year married to a thoughtful, godly, smart, protective, funny, handsome, (. . .) man. (The unabridged version would take too many pages.)
🙂 My hubby and my oldest brother and his wife finally got to meet.
😦 Those two things coincided on the same day, so we didn’t get to have our fancy dinner out.
🙂 They all liked one another, and my brother and my hubby made several good connections. (They’re both tall men, both watercolor artists, they have similar political and cultural opinions, etc.)
🙂 We have had two or three beautiful days this week, and got a nice walk one or two days and a picnic at the park (and a walk) another day.
🙂 I have enough work to keep me busy but not overwhelmed (a large and two smallish projects).
🙂 I placed an order to get prints of the photos from our “second honeymoon” so I can now finish the album I started with our “first” honeymoon. (Fall photos and summer photos of Gatlinburg.) The package of photos is probably due Monday (since it didn’t come today). . . .
🙂 🙂 🙂 God’s in His heaven, all’s right with the world.
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One of the commenters on the “weeping” FB post (about our backing Romney) was from a former journalist who made the pointed observation of how, back in the day, reporters never wore their politics on their sleeves in any kind of public/professional capacity.
Now, many of them regularly do so on FB and elsewhere.
Four years ago, I was disheartened by the overt-political atmosphere in our newsroom during the ’08 campaign, in many ways it was a marked transition from campaigns of the past. So far this year seems to be better, people are keeping more of a lid on such discussions within the newsroom, which is good.
While everyone’s pretty much still quite liberal, some of the personalities have changed as have seating arrangements (we’re now in a new building) — and, perhaps most importantly, there isn’t that annoying “crusade” factor this time around; four years ago it literally felt like people everywhere had lost their heads in the whole “obamamania” phenomenon and that clearly affected a number of my colleagues as well.
But I do yearn for the days when journalists simply never were “political” in an open way, it was (for many of us, anyway) left outside the door of the newsroom when you reported for work.
It was an honored tradition and rule of the trade back then. Some broke ranks, of course. But others even went so far as to decline to register to vote (in other words, they voluntarily disenfranchised themselves) in an effort to remain, as much as possible, impartial.
I suppose some might argue it’s more honest now that everyone’s letting it all hang out, joining in the fray with FB debates. More partisan news outlets perhaps has led to the loosening of the ties within more traditional media newsrooms. Nowadays you know where everyone’s coming from.
But I think it was better before. Making the honest effort to maintain outward neutrality (realizing none of us is truly neutral) helped many reporters hone what was an internal “check” on themselves and on their personal biases when it came to their craft.
Not to say world views and biases didn’t seep out between the lines (and they admittedly would lean left as journalists, for the most part, hold more liberal views in general). But there really was a genuine effort to keep watch over that.
There was an honored separation between your personal opinions and your role as an impartial journalist/observer.
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🙂 Nice enough weather and enough time to mow the lawn and mulch the leaves while doing it.
🙂 This thread again. And this blog!
🙂 Donna’s publisher seeing the light.
AJ- what you should do is save a few empty gallon milk jugs. When a storm is approaching, fill them with water. Then you don’t have to waste the money on bottled water. Funny Americans. Complaining about $3/gal gasoline then paying $6 for a gallon of water.
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And we also used to fill the bathtubs, nice to have some water for flushing.
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Indeed – fill those bathtubs! We have regular power outages up here and when we notice the lights flickering or brown outs, we get the candles ready and fill the tub. Seems like if we don’t do that, the power will definitely go out 🙂
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Rave, we have R&R back.
Rave, Gamecocks beat the Volunteers.
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To go along with Chas:
🙂 Mizzou finally won an SEC game (over Kentucky)!
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🙂 All the ladies were well today and got to see the wonderful play “The Education of Angels”
🙂 Really good lunch, Trio Salad, which was tuna salad, brocolli raisin salad and carrot salad. Still sticking with fasting from meat (allow fish, dairy and eggs) until election day.
🙂 Got the car washed last night and saved ten cents a gallon bringing the cost of the gas down to 3.29/gallon. Car looked great for picking up the ladies.
🙂 AJ & Friends, here on this site. Blessings, all.
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Trivia Question for Michelle and Donna. Where did the study of journalism get it’s start and why? The why part of the question is quite interesting.
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Kim, it’s only been recently that reporters have been college graduates — up until fairly recently (19500s? ’60s?), most newspaper reporters, anyway, were guys who just had a “nose” for news and could bang out a fast story on a typewriter or dictate one over a pay phone.
It was a trade rather than a profession. And reporting back then was filled with opinion and “color,” they wrote in ways we’d never write today. 😉 Probably closer to the style of the tabloids of today.
My college journalism teacher (from the 1970s) was one of the first female reporters on the waterfront back in the 1950s/60s and tells some amazing stories about all the drinking and craziness that once was just a day in the life of an average reporter. My long retired editor had similar tales.
Michelle may know more about this, but I’m guessing there were journalism schools (colleges) 60 or more years ago at least — at some point, though, it became mandatory to have a bachelor’s degree in order to be hired by a newspaper. Now, many new journalists have master’s degrees in the subject.
Like Michelle, Watergate was the story that most molded my journalism studies in so many ways. (I remember going to hear Woodward speak near our campus as part of a class assignment in 1974 or 75?) It was the golden age of investigative journalism, a fascinating time, really.
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🙂 JaniceG’s good day out. 🙂
🙂 Spotted gas for (gasp!!!!) $3.98 a gallon today. But it’s running around $4.20 most other places — still, less than it’s been.
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I don’t know either. UCLA did not have a J-school when I was there. It was sufficient to work at the Bruin and I knew several people who got jobs at te LA Times afterwards–degrees were in history and engineering.
We were told anyone can be taught to write but it’s hard to back fill four years of education so earn a bona fide degree in a subject.
As Donna indicated, historically no degree was required. I imagine that changed in the 1960s, but then, I was in college so we all assumed we needed degrees first.
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Rant: People who refer to their hubby, mom, dad, kids.
Rave: People who refer to their husband, mother, father, children.
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Sails, There are regional, age and class issues at work. My 19th century ancestors were referred to by their children as “Mammy” and “Pappy”. Fifty years later their descendants were “Mama and Papa”. We were taught to call our parents: “Mother” and “Daddy”. Of course Mother was always more formal than Dad.
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🙂 Des Moines Register endorses Romney — first Republican the newspaper has endorsed since 1972.
🙂 One thing about reporters, we love news. So journalists everywhere must have been hyperventilating last night with Frankenstorm in the east 😮 , a huge earthquake with tsunami warnings in the west 😮 and a photo-finish national election shaping up just a week from now. 😮 😮
Pass the brown paper bags, please!
Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. 😮 😮
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Sails, I think the informal words carry some affection with them. The others have some degree of formality. If I’m telling a story, for example, I’m more likely to say “my dad,” since “my father” is just too formal in that setting and we called him Dad. If I’m talking about where he was born and his family (his “background,” the formal data), then I’ll probably say “my father.”
As a new wife, I’ll say “my hubby” kind of playfully. I’m more likely to say “my husband” except when I’m telling something funny he did or said or something. The fact that I even have a husband still amazes me, and it’s a joyful idea.
In other words, I think for me (and probably for many), the less formal designations come out of love and affection. And probably it’s also a generational thing–my mother didn’t like the term “kids” (it made her think of goats, not human children), but my mother also longed for the “good old days” when you called a friend, even a fairly close friend, by her last name until she specifically asked you “Call me Cheryl, please.” I do understand the mind-set behind it, and don’t necessarily like our pseudo-intimacy. But to me, having a couple our age over for supper and calling them “Mr. and Mrs. Hawkins” isn’t proper, it’s stiff and unfriendly. It’s business relationship, not friendship. (I do still call elderly people by their last names unless they request otherwise, but that’s respect for the aged.)
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Cheryl, I have no problem with your dinner guest view. On the other point referring to husband, father, etc. , depending on tone, can connote both affection and respect, while the informal terms in my view diminish the element of respect. In the earlier post, I ought to have distinguished between public and private reference. In private I used “Mom” and “Dad.”
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Personally, I like the word “arrows” for children. 😉
Lo, children are an heritage of the LORD: and the fruit of the womb is his reward. As arrows are in the hand of a mighty man; so are children of the youth. Happy is the man that hath his quiver full of them…
Psalm 127:3-5a
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Funny thing about the word “father”; I never really understood the true significance of the God as father until some explained to me that in the verse where Jesus calls God “Abba” he meant “Daddy”. I didn’t grow up with a “Father”. I had a “Daddy”. To me “Father” was one of those stuffy, scary, mean guys from a Charles Dickens novel. Knowing God was my Daddy changed things.
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While some translate the intimate Hebrew term for God, Abba, as dad, most translate it as father, conveying both warmth and respect. That is why all orthodox English-speaking Christians say Our father who art in heaven. Regarding God as daddy captures the intimacy and warmth of God, though it seriously diminishes His authority, indeed majesty.
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Sails, trust me, my Daddy got respect and had authority as does my Hubby. Also just as Abba may translate as Father, how else would you translate Daddy and Dad in English but as “father”. and one more thing in English “father” translate as a male biological parent. Nothing more. Daddy or Dad goes beyond biological. One may not have a relationship with a “father” but one cannot have a Daddy without a relationship.
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Car looked great for picking up the ladies.
Sounds like a line from my youth.
Don’t tell Donna, but gasoline here is $3.22 and dropping.
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KBells, Hubby and Daddy, ending in y are in effect diminutives of husband and father, just as would be wifey and kiddy, however much you respect your Hubby and Daddy.
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I love when my hubbykins calls me wifey. It cause great wonder to my brother in law when hubbykins hollers across the store for “wife!” It is a term of endearment and I highly value the fact that my husband husbands me well. He does a wonderful job of guiding me and assisting me and protecting me. All of the things a good shepherd does for his sheep. And now there is a new thought for me to ponder on.
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But I don’t call my children “kids” or “teens” or even “tweens” as I find those to have very negative connotations.
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We paid $4.29 this afternoon.
Sigh.
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Gas went up from $3.22 to $3.45. 😦
AJ gave us back R & R. 🙂
All of you. 😀
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AJ, I wonder if some of those older people have generators. Several of the older folks in my neighborhood do.
😦 Which reminds me, our power goes off for no reason way too often.
🙂 But not today.
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Sails, Hubby is a matter of taste, but I still firmly believe “Daddy” runs deeper than “Father”. Almost any man with the physical parts can be a father, it takes love and commitment to be a Daddy.
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As a matter of fact my son, who is adopted, sort of has two fathers. One biological and one legal, but he only has one Daddy.
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