Fabiola got it right...we in media may say we hate the story. But we really don't

Fabiola Santiago: Bieber’s follies an only-in-Miami act - Fabiola Santiago - MiamiHerald.com

Suggestion to LEOs...

Dear Police Departments.
Please follow the lead of the Miami Beach PD and also, learn how to set up a YouTube channel ala the Kansas City PD so you can easily and instantly distribute videos.

Where were you?

This photo is courtesy of the Florida Democrats who tweeted it our earlier.  On another platform, I shared an op-ed from Jack Shafer of Reuters regarding the Kennedy assassination.  Probably the most shocking thing in his piece was that only 20% of Americans remember the day.  In our morning editorial meeting today there were only two who did.  Michael Putney, who was in college, and me.

My memory is this:

I was in the first grade at Kennedy #2, a one-room school house north of our farm.  In the afternoon of November 22, 1963, our teacher answered a telephone that rarely rang.  She turned away from us all and spoke quietly into the receiver.  Shortly after that, we were dismissed for the day.  Our teacher, Miss Uecker, told us that the president had been shot.

I walked home with my cousins who had a longer trek.  I remember that I was wearing red boots and that there were icy patches on the road.  I wasn't particularly sad about the president.  I loved school and was sadder about missing my afternoon geography.

When I got home, I was shocked to see my dad in the house  As a farmer's daughter, I was used to not seeing Dad until supper time, even in the winter, there were plenty of jobs outside to keep him busy.

This particular day was special for my dad.  It was his 30th birthday.  I think there was supposed to be a party but all I remember was my parents hushing us kids and watching TV.  For three days, the TV was on and they watched.  I did too but didn't really understand what I was seeing until the funeral.

Fast forward fifty years.  In the newsroom today, I didn't feel wise or special because I remember that day.  Only sad.  And old.  And grateful for the freedom we all have because despite our differences, this is still a great country.

This is the best thing you'll see all day.

Marlins pitcher Jose Fernandez reunites with his grandmother for the first time since leaving Cuba for the U.S. when he was 15 years old.

How to handle personal attacks on social media | Poynter.

Ha!  Remember www.peggyphillipblows.com ?  I could have used this advice then...

How to handle personal attacks on social media | Poynter.

A "banana spider"

How TV news can survive...

Topping Papers Using Web, Mobile, Apps

Summer in SoFla

The longest day of the year isn't too bad here.

Game 7 faces

My coworkers.

Memorial Day weekend project

A new study says....

Health care professionals and journalists say there are problems with the health coverage most of us get on our local stations. To avoid oversimplification and reporting heavily based on press releases, says physician and former broadcaster Tom Linden, TV reporters must be critical; "they have to know the language of medicine and science; and they have to have a good grasp of numbers and statistics."

Local TV Needs Rx For Its Health Coverage

My last "short Sunday"

This is my last weekend on the overnight shift.  Next Sunday, I can watch "Mad Men" when it first airs, if I want to.  I won't miss any more evening sporting events on TV, unless I choose to.  (Not seeing the Super Bowl and the NCAA Championship Game was painful!)  I got a change in assignment so for the next three days, I'm still the morning Executive Producer at Local 10 WPLG.

Next week, I move to a day shift and will be the Managing Editor.  Frankly, I'm thrilled.  The past five months have been both challenging and so much fun.  I've stretched brain cells that needed stretching.  

I've learned that I'm probably not ever going to be a great Executive Producer!

It's a REALLY hard job and I have such an appreciation for anyone who works overnights.  One of my talented co-workers, Constance Jones, told me early on that it changes you.  And it does.  

I found myself getting very anxious at around 4pm if I wasn't home so that I could get to bed by 6pm.  Sometimes, when John and I were house-hunting, we would find ourselves in Broward County, stuck in traffic, late in the day.  It really messed me up.  

In the beginning I relied too heavily on Zzzzzquil.  Followed by Monster or 5-Hour-Energy.  Don't even go to that Viet Nam. 

I made mistakes and most of the time, I learned from them.

News stories about how the lack-of-sleep effects always seemed to make it into the health segment of the newscast, probably the result of my own anxiety.

I experienced the AM/PM Freak Out--when you wake up from a nap and have no idea what day it is, let alone the time of day.  And you think you missed your shift and you wonder why nobody called.

But the one thing that I wanted to happen, never did.

I still haven't learned to look at a rundown and see much more than a grid with hieroglyphics that I struggle to understand while my younger co-workers read them like Dick, Jane and Sally.

So this is a good thing.  I'm looking forward to a new challenge.  And to spending evenings with my husband rather than drooling into a pillow while he tries to be quiet in another room.

Life is good.

Stone in love...

Happy 26th anniversary John.  This is a bit later than usual, my days got away from me this year!

Listen to this first, then read the list...


1. “What are you doing here?”  I love how, on the day I got fired from KSHB, you were surprised that I was home early.   You always have faith in me.
2. I loved the 25th anniversary celebration with the kids on the beach in Fort Lauderdale.  Not that I ever expected to be living here a year later…
3. I love that you now know which TV shows or movies I will NEVER watch, no matter how much I hear and read about “True Blood” or “Walking Dead.”
4. I love laughing with you at impatient South Florida drivers.  Beep beep!
5. I love playing in the surf with you and seeing you body surf like a little boy.
6. I love that you went to see “Hunger Games” with me right after it came out even though you had NO INTEREST in the movie.

7. I love that you love South Dakota.
8. I love that you discovered Tree Faces and hope we can find a place to put ours in the new place.
9. I love coffee is ready for me when I get up at 12:05am.
10. I love how we can look back at some of the most stressful times during the past six months and realize that our relationship was tested but never broken.
11. I love that you still like listening to Y-100.  Brittney, bitch.
12. I love packing a lunch, grabbing the umbrella and chairs and just heading out for some sand time.  When we move, we’ll only be six miles from the ocean so let’s promise to keep it up.
13. I love you care about my mom.
14. I love tailgating with you…any sport, any time.
15. I love the Great Toilet Paper Debate.
16. I love exploring with you.
17. I love our daily walks and talks about the people we see while walking.
18. I love that you intently listen to my dad’s stories.

19. I love how we went from a single-family house with a pool to a two-bedroom condo on a golf course.  And how happy we will be! 
20. I love your unreasonable and completely hilarious fear of animals-that-are-more-afraid-of-you like deer, bears and alligators.
21. I love that we figured out early (thanks Priest Lake vacation) that our retirement dream of roving the US in a motor home is probably not grounded in reality…for us, anyway.
22. I love that you protect my sleep schedule.
23. I love that you don’t force me to throw away kindergarten math papers from our kids even though it’s a pain to move the boxes from city to city.
24. I love how you instinctively know when I’m too tired to keep going.
25. I love how you like to be photographed in strange places.

26. I loved getting to the car this morning to find red roses in a plastic bucket along with a note telling me not to drive with the bucket full of water, just in case I was too sleep deprived to figure that out on my own.

He still makes me laugh every day

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Why advertisers don't care about baby boomers

You watch plenty of TV, and you’ve got money to spend, but ever since you passed 49, advertisers are just not that into you.

I so agree...I want to work Monday-Thursday in the office and do the fifth day from...the beach

http://www.dilbert.com/

Bits Blog: Why Five Days in the Office Is Too Many: Yahoo has banned employees from working from home. But an executive at Smule Inc., an app company, disagrees with the idea that workers are always most productive when in the office.

Airball!

Ouch!  This made me reflect on some of the huge mistakes I've made in my life.  Poor fella.

The eyes have it

The Lost Art of Eye Contact:
Trying to build a new relationship? You'll never manage it by staring at a screen. Here's what you need to do instead.
We’ve stopped seeing each other. You and me. All of us.
Our eyes may indeed be windows to our soul, but with our necks craned downward and our eyes focused on tiny handheld screens, who can tell? We hardly make an effort to look at the person we’re talking to anymore. Younger people, in general, find it challenging to maintain eye contact with adults. Video conferencing complicates things further. When is the last time you consciously looked into someone’s eyes and had a meaningful conversation?

Brian Moran's Story

This story is about someone I didn't know.  Brian Moran was my friend Elizabeth's husband.  Brian Moran was my friend Maggie Moran's father.  He died of cancer.  This is his story.

It's important to share this with your friends and family.  I think Brian and his family would appreciate it.

Seriously hilarious.

“You Had One Job!” See The Hilarious Side Of Workplace Incompetence:

The "You Had One Job" website chronicles extreme examples of work-related underachievement.

In light of recent calamities in the corporate world (like, say, too-lax approaches to Twitter security resulting in bruising hacks), we thought we’d take a look at the more entertaining effects of chaos in the workplace.
If victory has a thousand fathers and defeat is an orphan, You Had One Job is an orphanage. The website’s sole purpose is to display the wide variety of ways in which people can be staggeringly, amusingly, inept at their sole professional purpose.
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