Sunday, September 26, 2010
Monday, September 20, 2010
For a brief 48 hours one of my old co-workers from the Old Paragraph Factory blew through KC in an extended layover as he returned home to Beijing from a business trip in Boston.
He was only here for two nights, but it was long enough for us to break out the liquor and the loud talk for a celebration until five in the morning with a group of folks that I used to share a newsroom with at the The Star.
Some have remained great friends while I have lost touch with others (but have now vowed to remain internet "best-ies", right J-Bar?), so it was great to get the chance to just catch up to see where they have gone in the world and what they are doing.
But the night was also a stark reminder that the factory does not run on friendship. No, it runs on money. And its lord overseers seem to think it is not printing enough of it.
A blog post does not do justice to the level of respect I hold for these folks and the work we used to do on the old verb-noun line at the Paragraph Factory.
Friday, September 10, 2010
"What is your night worth without a story to tell?"
I love this clip because Shane is able to talk about faith, God, hope and goodness without having to burn a book or shout down anyone in the crowd. Do I necessarily believe in all those things? Not at all. But it is always encouraging to see others who do - and do so passionately.
A good friend of mine once told me: "Keep fighting the good fight against your enemies - both real and imagined. Sometimes the imagined ones are worse."
Onward into the somber and terrifying weekend.
Thursday, September 09, 2010
Monday, September 06, 2010
From Santa-Cali-Gon to Irishfest to cocktails at the Temple with friends in from Columbia; we did not waste a second of our holiday weekend.
This was a great weekend to break out the new kilt... warm and breezy... Although, I need to learn more about my Tartan choice. The woman at the St. Peter's beer booth looked at my kilt and instantly assumed I was a supporter of St. Teresa's...
I was far too interested in my tall beer she was holding to start any kind of Q & A. So I agreed and she jeered me as I walked away.
Then, a real live Irish woman asked me who my Tartan was representing... I suppose saying "No one, I just wanted an excuse to not wear pants in public..." would have been a bit crass. Instead I continued the lie and said it was St. Teresa's
Dear, St. Teresa's... I'm sorry. I am pretty confident you are an all-girls school and this is not even close to representing your school or institution or saint of choice.
But we digress.
From the booze soaked streets of Crown Center and Irishfest, we then moved to the Craft booths and cross stations of Santa-Cali-Gon.
For 26 years I have taken this annual mullet hunting expedition in IndepMo, and usually it never disappoints. However the number of mullets was dramatically lower than previous years... I blame the economy...
For more photos from the wild weekend. Click on through to the other side.