The Society of Professional Journalists (SPJ) conference was held at the Hyatt in downtown Atlanta. Here's what the atrium looked like. The balconies above are where guests' rooms are located. Meetings were held downstairs.
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Monday, September 8, 2008
Atrium
The Society of Professional Journalists (SPJ) conference was held at the Hyatt in downtown Atlanta. Here's what the atrium looked like. The balconies above are where guests' rooms are located. Meetings were held downstairs.
Braves baseball
Braves catcher Brian McCann walks toward the plate before an at-bat during Thursday's night 2-0 win over the Washington Nationals. Although my seats weren't as good for taking photos this sime around, they were much closer to home plate, as you can see from the protective netting a few rows ahead.
Gone With the Wind
Gone With the Wind: The hotel I booked was located on Margaret Mitchell square. In case you're not a book nerd like me, she's the woman who wrote the classic novel-turned-movie.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Canine raiders
After a few stressful weeks for our group of people working on the American Legion World Series project at The Star, I decided to thank the group for their hard work with a homemade lasagna dinner on Tuesday.
I put the lasagna in the oven at lunchtime. Before I left, I bagged up the trash and sat it beside the fridge, with the intent to take it out in the afternoon.
But the dogs took care of it before I had the chance... except their version of taking it out was really taking it out of the bag... and scattering it across the floor. Here's the ransackery that welcomed me home.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Legion ball
In case you've been hidden under a rock or been on vacation this week, you've missed out on The Star's coverage of the American Legion Southeast Regional baseball tournament. We've done a lot to keep our readers interested in what's going on, whether they can make it to the games or not.
We created a sub-site in may, www.legionworldseries.com with lots of features we thought fans might like.
Any thoughts on what we've done or what we should be doing?
We created a sub-site in may, www.legionworldseries.com with lots of features we thought fans might like.
- Live streaming video of the game: http://www.legionworldseries.com/cam/
- Stories about the games and people who make them possible: http://www.shelbystar.com/sections/american-legion-world-series/
- A place where people can root for their team: http://www.legionworldseries.com/talk/
- Live streaming audio: http://216.249.100.85:8080/wohs
- A place to buy photos from our photographers: http://shelbystar.mycapture.com/mycapture/folder.asp?event=572005
- An interactive, zoomable view of historical photos: http://www.legionworldseries.com/zoom/
- A downloadable program: http://www.legionworldseries.com/r_program.pdf
- Legion photos from the past and from this summer: http://www.legionworldseries.com/photos/
- Video from the games: http://www.legionworldseries.com/video/
Any thoughts on what we've done or what we should be doing?
Monday, August 4, 2008
Where's Lulu?
Little Lulu was unfazed by me going through old clips. I've been cleaning out my old clip file and getting rid of junk clips that I know I'll never use. Although the de-pack-rat-ization is going slow, little Lulu is enjoying it.Watch her disappear!
Thanks to Star copy editor Adam Fenwick for taking and e-mailing the photos to me.
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Flower photos
My flower garden has done well this year, while my three tomato plants have floundered.
Saturday, August 2, 2008
Domestic failure and a near-death experience
I've been asked by several people to blog about an incident at my house Thursday night.
I blogged earlier in the week about my canning triumph with tomatoes. That same night, I went ahead and broke beans and put them in the fridge so I could can those as well. I waited to do it until Thursday night, when I got home from work. I cooked them partially, then put them in the jars, as instructed by my mother. I packed them in, added the right amount of water and salt and put on the lids and rings. Everything is going well.
I put the jars in the pot with some water and a lid. I cook the four jars for the prescribed amount of time.
When they're done, I take off the pot lid and.......
BOOF!
Boiling hot green beans, steam, liquid from the jars and glass shrapnel assault me.
I blank out for a moment from shock, then work my way through the broken glass and green bean explosion. I'm barefoot, so this is much slower going than I would prefer. Once in the living room, I race to my roommates' bathroom because it's the closest and use someone's towel to get the steaming hot liquid off my face and arms. By now, I'm panicked because I realize I'm burned.
It's shortly after midnight and I'm by myself. My mother is at her house, asleep for hours. I have no one to ask for advice.
So I call Maureen, one of The Star's copy editors. When I call her, I'm in shock and still can't form logical sentences. My face is still burning. On the phone with her, I get a washcloth and run cold water on it, then put it on my face to draw out some of the heat.
A few minutes later, I'm getting more and more hysterical because by now I realize that I could have been killed by one of the jars that exploded in my face or that I could have received third-degree burns.
I pick chunks of bean out of my hair.
Moments later, both of my roommates, Hugh and Adam (both also copy editors at the paper), walk in. I'm crying and hysterical. I am one hot mess. They look stunned, but rush to my aid and begin cleaning up the mess while I go to Wal-Mart and stand in line for 10 minutes just to buy a can of spray aloe.
By the time I made it home, the two of them had everything cleaned up, with the exception of a few bean chunks here and there and a couple hard-to-reach shards of glass. They were both heroes.
Needless to say, it took the three of us a while to settle down last night, but when I woke up this morning, the burns were all better, with the exception of a few places around my eyes and one on my forehead.
With all that said, I escaped the ordeal rather unscathed, despite the trauma, but may never eat green beans again. As for the beans, one jar miraculously survived... and sealed. Amazing.
I blogged earlier in the week about my canning triumph with tomatoes. That same night, I went ahead and broke beans and put them in the fridge so I could can those as well. I waited to do it until Thursday night, when I got home from work. I cooked them partially, then put them in the jars, as instructed by my mother. I packed them in, added the right amount of water and salt and put on the lids and rings. Everything is going well.
I put the jars in the pot with some water and a lid. I cook the four jars for the prescribed amount of time.
When they're done, I take off the pot lid and.......
BOOF!
Boiling hot green beans, steam, liquid from the jars and glass shrapnel assault me.
I blank out for a moment from shock, then work my way through the broken glass and green bean explosion. I'm barefoot, so this is much slower going than I would prefer. Once in the living room, I race to my roommates' bathroom because it's the closest and use someone's towel to get the steaming hot liquid off my face and arms. By now, I'm panicked because I realize I'm burned.
It's shortly after midnight and I'm by myself. My mother is at her house, asleep for hours. I have no one to ask for advice.
So I call Maureen, one of The Star's copy editors. When I call her, I'm in shock and still can't form logical sentences. My face is still burning. On the phone with her, I get a washcloth and run cold water on it, then put it on my face to draw out some of the heat.
A few minutes later, I'm getting more and more hysterical because by now I realize that I could have been killed by one of the jars that exploded in my face or that I could have received third-degree burns.
I pick chunks of bean out of my hair.
Moments later, both of my roommates, Hugh and Adam (both also copy editors at the paper), walk in. I'm crying and hysterical. I am one hot mess. They look stunned, but rush to my aid and begin cleaning up the mess while I go to Wal-Mart and stand in line for 10 minutes just to buy a can of spray aloe.
By the time I made it home, the two of them had everything cleaned up, with the exception of a few bean chunks here and there and a couple hard-to-reach shards of glass. They were both heroes.
Needless to say, it took the three of us a while to settle down last night, but when I woke up this morning, the burns were all better, with the exception of a few places around my eyes and one on my forehead.
With all that said, I escaped the ordeal rather unscathed, despite the trauma, but may never eat green beans again. As for the beans, one jar miraculously survived... and sealed. Amazing.
Friday, August 1, 2008
Beginner's luck?
Atlanta's catcher, Brian McCann, recently suffered a concussion and has to take some time off from playing. He's my fantasy catcher, so I added the best catcher available, according to stats and made the best of an unfortunate situation.
But it turns out that I made the wrong choice. I should have gone with the Braves' Clint Sammons.
Here's what happened:
Atlanta called him up from Triple-A Richmond on Monday.
Thursday night, the rookie not only hit the first homer of his major league career, but he also drove in three runs, had three hits in all and scored twice.
Not bad for his first time out of the stable.
So I added him to my lineup today. I'm willing to take that risk. After all, I'm in 10th place again. What do I have to lose? I'm just hoping that his first outing wasn't "beginner's luck."
But it turns out that I made the wrong choice. I should have gone with the Braves' Clint Sammons.
Here's what happened:
Atlanta called him up from Triple-A Richmond on Monday.
Thursday night, the rookie not only hit the first homer of his major league career, but he also drove in three runs, had three hits in all and scored twice.
Not bad for his first time out of the stable.
So I added him to my lineup today. I'm willing to take that risk. After all, I'm in 10th place again. What do I have to lose? I'm just hoping that his first outing wasn't "beginner's luck."
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