This morning I walked up to the front desk at the headquarters of my benevolent employer wrapped in a heavy flannel shirt.
"Is it just a little too cold in here today, do you think?" I asked our about-to-drop pregnant receptionist (note my being sure to phrase my complaint in the form of a question, as any good Minnesotan would).
"It's not cold," she said politely.
And I walked back to my desk with my hands up under my arms. Better to freeze than argue with the pregnant lady*.
I watched the last hour of "Mainstream" Tuesday night, a documentary thingy that involves Roy "I look like Randy Newman" Blount Jr. traveling the whole of the Mississippi River. This is a good show if you ever get the chance to see it.
He was visiting the Delta when I tuned in, which is, in my opinion, one of the most depressing regions of the United States. Actually, much of the Deep South is like that for me. Entrenched poverty, ignorance, and racism will does not my ideal locale make. In one scene, Blount is talking to a guy who teaches kids how to play the blues. Somewhat randomly, Blount asks the guy how one of the kids can avoid being ripped off once they try to take their talents to bigger cities. Without missing a beat, and in true bluesman style, the man said: "You come from the Delta, you already been ripped off."
I don't think I've ever encountered a blogger from Mississippi, but apparently there are a few.
One of the most important aspects of journalism is staying up to date. It's important that you keep your finger on the pulse of what's happening and address issues that are unfolding as we speak. For example, it's a good idea to explore the possible dangers of cutting-edge technology like escalators.
John O'Hurley was robbed.
*Hey, that story went nowhere.