Sorry I haven't blogged much lately. Just haven't felt like funning.
Times have been pretty rough 'round here at the Star-T, where 130 people -- 50 in the newsroom -- have lost their jobs recently. For many, they're losing their professional identities, too.
Journalism has always been more of a mission than a job. Be a cynic if you want, but everybody I know who is in this business considers it a calling ... to tell stories, to deconstruct tough issues, to protect the public and hold leaders accountable, to uncover human interest stories, to make readers laugh (and cry), and to reflect our communities.
No matter how bleak the outlook has been in our industry the last few years -- and ours certainly isn't the first newspaper company to lay people off -- journalists stick it out because we love what we do. Readers just don't love us back the way they used to. And, I'm not gonna lie, it hurts.
Helping my friends and colleagues pack their things and bid farewell to the craft we cherish has been heartbreaking. But I've been struck by just how classy their exits have been. In their hours of uncertainty, all have offered words of encouragement to those of us staying afloat for now.
They've talked about being lucky and feeling honored to do this work for 10, 15, 20 years. And about the opportunities we all still have "to share stories that matter, to shine a light in corners that need cleaning, to make noise about problems in real people’s lives."
It's inspiring, really. But also sad.
Last night, I took advantage of one of the many perks of working for the Star-Telegram -- a free ticket to see Monty Python's Spamalot at Bass Hall. And it felt great to laugh. Some of the friends who will be leaving the S-T were there, too, and when King Arthur and his dancing knights broke into "Always Look on the Bright Side of Life," I smiled ... and nearly shed a tear.
And with that as my new theme song, I now return you to the regularly scheduled silliness of this blog. Check out this titillating story from Slate about how boobs might just power your iPod.
Why? Because during John's very difficult and highly creative routine, he dropped a drumstick. ... And I'm not talking turkey drumstick, folks.
But Angeles, who was working at Best Buy to get by, wasn't discouraged. And I'm happy to report that, despite the best efforts of an overrated TV show, he's gotten his big break. Angeles can be seen performing in the touring company of Stomp, the high-engery dance and percussion musical that opens tonight at Fair Park and runs through Sunday.
Check out John's talent in this video I shot last year. And know he's more talented than David Hasselhoff ever has a prayer of being.
I'm so rooting for Rocco Mediate in today's 18-hole playoff at Torrey Pines.
Nothing against Tiger. He's awesome. But I followed Rocco a bit at Colonial, where he was struggling to make the cut and couldn't really get anything going, and he had the same demeanor. All smiles, chatty, just a nice guy.
And sometimes, I like to see nice guys finish first.
Phil Mickelson said when he won Fort Worth's Crowne Plaza Invitational at Colonial that he thought it would be great preparation for the U.S. Open at Torrey Pines.
Not so much. ... Not yet.
Midway through his opening round in San Diego, paired with Tiger and Adam Scott, Phil's at +3 and has found the going very rough. (Actually, he duffed a ball in the rough just a minute ago.) And we know you're all buff now, but we're not vibing the farmer's tan, Phil.
But it's only Day 1, and a Nationwide Tour guy named Justin Hicks is leading. That ain't gonna stick.
Go, Phil. Cowtown and Crowne Plaza are rootin' for ya.
If you've been watching the marathon NBA playoffs, then surely you've seen 4,536,901 promos for Bill Engvall's sitcom on TBS.
Good news. The show is finally coming back on tonight. So maybe we can get some relief from the Big Bill build-up. In today's Star-T, Robert Philpot chats with Engvall, who grew up in Dallas and is a proud member of the Blue-Collar Comedy tour. And now, if you hadn't heard, he's the star of his own sitcom on TBS!! (Make that 4,536,902 promos.)
But perhaps you didn't know that I bowled with Engvall and his fellow BCC guy, Larry the Cable Guy. It was in '03 at Cowtown Lanes, and I remember Engvall was a decent bowler. He rolled a 127, but probably would have done better if he had his ball, which is clear and has a Bud bottle in it.
For Cowboys fans who believe in the JessiMo jinx camp, news that Simpson is starting her own lingerie line can't be good. Couple that with Tony Romo's head in a bubble on the cover of UsWeekly, sandwiched between big photos of Simpson and ex Carrie Underwood, and its enough to make you wish Drew Bledsoe would make a comeback. (I cringed when I saw that this morning at the Walgreens check-out counter.)