No, that's not a typo. In journalism, it's cq for follow-up.
Anyway...
Well, I was going to post a link to the FLAT story about an "incident" from late Friday (technically Saturday). This could be what kept the boy in Downtown, but doesn't explain why he Still. Hasn't. Called. And. Today is. Thursday.
In brief, a man was beaten in the parking lot near the place where the boy said he was. He said his car was in the parking lot. This man was beaten up some time after his third drink at the bar, and possibly because he's gay.
I know. It doesn't explain anything. In fact, it raises questions, and maybe red flags.
Reading the story was tough. It made me so angry; this man did not deserve this. No person does. The cop said the man was bleeding so heavily, it seemed that he had been shot. All, possibly, because of the man's sexual orientation.
Another thing that angers me: I asked the reporter on Saturday what happened. "We don't have a record of anything. If we did, I'd follow it up, trust me." This reporter is a friend. And this story, in tomorrow's paper, is the first we've covered on this story that I've known about since late Friday night. Looking at it that way, I'm greatly bothered that we dropped the ball. My boss said Metro has been told the cops reporters do a crappy job, and Metro doesn't change. Metro doesn't care.
How can we be taken seriously when we can't do what are considered basic stories? The cops beat is typically the first rung on the reporting ladder. Maybe it shouldn't be, with all the liability from libel, but it is. And we don't care about it.
I should not have worked on V-day.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Monday, February 11, 2008
Cupid misses yet again
My new friend is out. I have no idea what happened. He was supposed to visit after work Saturday. I still haven't heard from him. Apparently, there was a crime scene (that wasn't in the paper) and his car was stuck. What. Ever. (Yes, of course I've already checked the jail log. And checked with the weekend reporters about "incidents.")
I don't care for V-day anyway. I've been burned on that day in the past, and also later had redeeming holidays filled with love and sweetness. And then those relationships ended, too, so the day goes back to bittersweet memories of this guy's dinner or that guy's flowers. I'm over it. No sense in spending so much on candy and flowers that will be half-price on the 15th.
Besides, it's my dad's birthday.
So no cards, hearts, ribbons, lace, chocolates. Although I've thought about bringing goodies for the desk to enjoy ... Not before the 15th, for sure.
All this and I still dream of flowers on my desk from a secret admirer. Damn romantic heart.
I don't care for V-day anyway. I've been burned on that day in the past, and also later had redeeming holidays filled with love and sweetness. And then those relationships ended, too, so the day goes back to bittersweet memories of this guy's dinner or that guy's flowers. I'm over it. No sense in spending so much on candy and flowers that will be half-price on the 15th.
Besides, it's my dad's birthday.
So no cards, hearts, ribbons, lace, chocolates. Although I've thought about bringing goodies for the desk to enjoy ... Not before the 15th, for sure.
All this and I still dream of flowers on my desk from a secret admirer. Damn romantic heart.
Sunday, February 3, 2008
I want to know if love is wild, girl, I want to know if love is real
Today, I was a Giants fan. It went against one of my rules: cheer for the Jags' conference team (AFC = Patriots). But the Giants were the underdogs and Coughlin is the Jags' former coach. And my new friend loves the Giants. And I think all my NY cousins do, too, since my mom was a Giants fan today. Offense didn't wake up until the last five minutes, but they got it done. Hell yeah.
Lots going on lately. Boy oh. I met five boys in three days. What? It took five months to meet two boys when I first moved. There's some serious possibility in there, too. Crazy feelings I didn't think were possible. Maybe my luck did turn with bowling.
Here's a sweet song I just discovered. Sweet as in awesome. By Third Eye Blind:
MOTORCYCLE DRIVE BY
Summer time and the wind is blowing outside in lower Chelsea.
And I don't know what I'm doing in this city,
The sun is always in my eyes,
It crashes through the windows, And I'm sleeping on the couch,
When I came to visit you,
That's when I knew, That I could never have you,
I knew that before you did,
Still I'm the one who's stupid,
And there's this burning, Like there's always been,
I've never been so alone, And I've never been so alive.
Visions of you on a motorcycle drive by,
The cigarette ash flies in your eyes, And you don't mind,
you smile,
And say the world doesn't fit with you.
I don't believe you, You're so serene.
Careening through the universe, Your axis on a tilt, You're guiltless and free,
I hope you take a piece of me with you,
And there's things I would like to do that you don't believe in,
I would like to build something, Buy you'll never going see it happen,
And there's this burning, Like there's always been,
I've never been so alone, And I've,
I've never been so alive,
And there's this burning, There is this burning ay ay ay.
Where's the soul. I want to know, New York City is evil.
The surface is everything, but I could never do that,
Someone would see through that.
And this is the last time, We'll be friends again.
I'll get over you, you'll wonder, who I am.
And there's this burning, Just like there's always been,
I've never been so alone, alone, alive, alive, I've never been so alive, so alive
I go home to the coast. It starts to rain, I paddle out on the water alone,
Taste the salt and taste the pain. I'm not thinking of you again,
Summer dies and swells rise,
The sun goes down in my eyes,
See this rolling wave,
Darkly coming to take me home,
And I never been so alone, And I've never been so alive.
Lots going on lately. Boy oh. I met five boys in three days. What? It took five months to meet two boys when I first moved. There's some serious possibility in there, too. Crazy feelings I didn't think were possible. Maybe my luck did turn with bowling.
Here's a sweet song I just discovered. Sweet as in awesome. By Third Eye Blind:
MOTORCYCLE DRIVE BY
Summer time and the wind is blowing outside in lower Chelsea.
And I don't know what I'm doing in this city,
The sun is always in my eyes,
It crashes through the windows, And I'm sleeping on the couch,
When I came to visit you,
That's when I knew, That I could never have you,
I knew that before you did,
Still I'm the one who's stupid,
And there's this burning, Like there's always been,
I've never been so alone, And I've never been so alive.
Visions of you on a motorcycle drive by,
The cigarette ash flies in your eyes, And you don't mind,
you smile,
And say the world doesn't fit with you.
I don't believe you, You're so serene.
Careening through the universe, Your axis on a tilt, You're guiltless and free,
I hope you take a piece of me with you,
And there's things I would like to do that you don't believe in,
I would like to build something, Buy you'll never going see it happen,
And there's this burning, Like there's always been,
I've never been so alone, And I've,
I've never been so alive,
And there's this burning, There is this burning ay ay ay.
Where's the soul. I want to know, New York City is evil.
The surface is everything, but I could never do that,
Someone would see through that.
And this is the last time, We'll be friends again.
I'll get over you, you'll wonder, who I am.
And there's this burning, Just like there's always been,
I've never been so alone, alone, alive, alive, I've never been so alive, so alive
I go home to the coast. It starts to rain, I paddle out on the water alone,
Taste the salt and taste the pain. I'm not thinking of you again,
Summer dies and swells rise,
The sun goes down in my eyes,
See this rolling wave,
Darkly coming to take me home,
And I never been so alone, And I've never been so alive.
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Test, test, 1-2-3, is this thing on?
New music arrived. TMF albums are fabulous, of course. Next up is FBH. I *heart* Stephin Merritt.
Monday, January 14, 2008
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Not quite what I was looking for
but it's awesome anyway. And no, Greysa, this does not mean I'll favor the vacuum over you. The vacuum sucks, and not in the way it's suppposed to do.
http://dndorks.com/article/6/Page1.aspx
http://dndorks.com/article/6/Page1.aspx
Houston, we have liftoff
Woohoo! I'm publishing again. We upgraded to IE7 at work. I like the Mac look and the tabs, but I'm quite happy about the return to blogger.
Check out Kinappie's blog: www.offlede.com
I just bought three CDs courtesy of Gannett's health awareness quiz:
The Magnetic Fields' Distortion (available Tuesday!) and Holiday, and Future Bible Heroes' Memories of Love. I heart Stephin Merritt. As I've said before on other blogs, if he wanted to make babies with a woman, I'd be first in line.
A few nights ago when I couldn't sleep, I came up with the great idea to drive to Kansas City in April, instead of flying. Mostly because I want to make two stops in Mississippi. Then I remembered that I hate the drive to Jacksonville, and then I remembered that Lou and I will drive from KC to Denver. I haven't completely given up the idea, but at least today I'm realizing that it's not the best plan. Because I'd still have to drive 1,400 miles back to Florida.
If I really want to drive somewhere, why not all the fabulous places around sunny Florida that I've never visited? Like Cassadaga, Cypress Gardens, Apalachicola, the Everglades, the Okeefenokee, Plant City, Mount Dora, and, of course, Key West. But not the damn mouse.
Hmmmm, sounds like a good book ... "New Roadside America: The Modern Traveler's Guide to the Wild and Wonderful World of America's Tourist" or maybe "America Bizarro: A Guide to Freaky Festivals, Groovy Gatherings, Kooky Contests, and Other Strange Happenings Across the USA" or still "Weird Florida" and "Visiting Small Town Florida."
Soooo, what else is new? It's up and down for me. NASA doesn't know when it will launch another shuttle. My mom's returning from the frozen, snowy north in two weeks. (She hasn't been counting down or anything.) I should have a couch in about 10 days, as well as a tea cart, craft cabinet, side chair, bench, and a few other nice pieces that will give guests a damn place to sit. I might just throw a party.
Check out Kinappie's blog: www.offlede.com
I just bought three CDs courtesy of Gannett's health awareness quiz:
The Magnetic Fields' Distortion (available Tuesday!) and Holiday, and Future Bible Heroes' Memories of Love. I heart Stephin Merritt. As I've said before on other blogs, if he wanted to make babies with a woman, I'd be first in line.
A few nights ago when I couldn't sleep, I came up with the great idea to drive to Kansas City in April, instead of flying. Mostly because I want to make two stops in Mississippi. Then I remembered that I hate the drive to Jacksonville, and then I remembered that Lou and I will drive from KC to Denver. I haven't completely given up the idea, but at least today I'm realizing that it's not the best plan. Because I'd still have to drive 1,400 miles back to Florida.
If I really want to drive somewhere, why not all the fabulous places around sunny Florida that I've never visited? Like Cassadaga, Cypress Gardens, Apalachicola, the Everglades, the Okeefenokee, Plant City, Mount Dora, and, of course, Key West. But not the damn mouse.
Hmmmm, sounds like a good book ... "New Roadside America: The Modern Traveler's Guide to the Wild and Wonderful World of America's Tourist" or maybe "America Bizarro: A Guide to Freaky Festivals, Groovy Gatherings, Kooky Contests, and Other Strange Happenings Across the USA" or still "Weird Florida" and "Visiting Small Town Florida."
Soooo, what else is new? It's up and down for me. NASA doesn't know when it will launch another shuttle. My mom's returning from the frozen, snowy north in two weeks. (She hasn't been counting down or anything.) I should have a couch in about 10 days, as well as a tea cart, craft cabinet, side chair, bench, and a few other nice pieces that will give guests a damn place to sit. I might just throw a party.
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