“…alive in the age of worry, smile in the age of worry…”

I didn’t post a blog last week.
I know.
I was very busy.

That is a good thing.

Finished off the NIE delivery list for the year.
All color-coded and brilliant.
I love organization.

KW5 has a Twitter now.
Well, one he actually uses.
I enjoy reading his random thoughts.

My watch is poking my wrist while I type today.
Had to take it off.

Working up our 9/11 rememberance story for the next issue.
That was a crazy day, but everybody still remembers.
Where they were.
What they were doing.
And how they felt.
Hard to believe its has been 10 years.

I was a senior in high school.
I was at a journalism conference of all places.
50 high school kids gathered around a 13 inch black and white TV in a church basement for most of the morning.
That was insane.

I remember feeling like this was big—this moment right now was changing my world.
Things would never be the same.

Working on the story I have been scrolling though AP pictures from that day for my article.
Those images almost make me tear up.
The plane just before it hit.
People jumping from the towers.
The looks of shock and horror on New Yorker’s face as smoke plumes rise.
The iconic image of the “Iwo Jima” style firefighters.

I remember.
We all remember.
We will never forget.
This was the Pearl Harbor of my generation.
#tear

I get to bake tonight.
I love baking.
I’m rather excited about it.
It’s for a good cause. :)

I think I drank too much coffee this morning.
Got a headache and the jitters.
It was not fun.
Damn I love coffee.
I think the key is coffee—not espresso.

My Tweetdeck died earlier.
Had to restart my whole computer.

Speak of which—after two years we finally have Internet at home.
The had wi-fi so we had wi-fi.
They moved.
We tethered Adam’s iPhone, but it was slow.
We have now joined the rest of the known world.
It feels good.

Thinking about 9/11 made me sad.

I need more coffee.
Wait….

I love my husband.

I’m going on the record as saying I think Fantasy Football is lame.

I like how people in our office email each other.
We all sit in the same room.
Talking—no.

I’ve been told I’m an ace reporter.
I agree.

What to make tonight for dinner?
Something easy.
It can’t cut into my baking time.

Speak of which—I just downloaded the Epicurious app.
I have good feelings about this.

Fall is getting closer.
It was 100 degrees here today.
FU too Mother Nature.

NIE delivery starts next week.
Expect more tweets about that.

I was thinking about how Twitter effects news yesterday.
Tweets are breaking.
As soon as I know something, I tweet it.
I love reading other peoples tweets.

Twitter and Facebook will NOT replace newspapers.
I don’t care what all those people say.
And those TV talking heads are dumb too.
When a plane strikes the World Trade Center, do you turn to FB for the facts?
No, you read a newspaper.
When America elects the first black president do you turn to Nancy Grace for her thoughts?
No you buy a newspaper—look at the pictures—and always remember where you were that day.

Newspapers are lasting memories perserved in ink for the duration.

Sentiment like that is what makes me love being a journalist.
People too often forget what journalist are these days.
They are not Nancy Grace.
And they are not people who care about advertising sales.
They are people who want to tell the news—the facts—for the world to remember.

This column took a turn from the normal to the preachy.
I am sorry for that, but I am not sorry for anything previously stated.

I’m ready to go home.

Here is a pug.

He knows what I'm talking about.