Uncategorized
-
A collection of random memories found in and around my desk at the Oregonian as I prepare for my Aug. 28 departure. Today: Shit. Today’s Aug. 28. Today’s today. Today we implicate Mike Tokito. That is the cover letter I sent in 1997. I was applying for a part-time prep writing gig. Tokito was the…
-
A collection of random memories found in and around my desk at the Oregonian as I prepare for my Aug. 28 departure. Today: A patient’s guide to catheter ablation. Of course. You don’t have one? And so it was, just after Thanksgiving 2002, that I found myself in a cinder block bar in Romulus, Michigan.…
-
A collection of random memories found in and around my desk at the Oregonian as I prepare for my Aug. 28 departure. Today: A coloring book. For a band named Pancake Breakfast. A coloring book for a band named Pancake Breakfast and that band made songs about trucks, and pie, and nature, and happy things.…
-
“So, what’s next?” — everyone It’s nice to be asked. It’s nice that people care. It’s nicest to have answers. Some, anyway. As I told someone the other day, there are irons, whether they go in the fire or brain me remains to be seen. You might note the name of this blog changed overnight.…
-
A collection of random memories found in and around my desk at the Oregonian as I prepare for my Aug. 28 departure. Today: Wish I’d had this on layoff day. What would ninja do? The only thing in that folder was a copy of Paste magazine featuring the Avett Brothers on the cover and a…
-
A collection of random memories found in and around my desk at the Oregonian as I prepare for my Aug. 28 departure. Today: A VHS tape! From the Great Heisman Campaign of 2001. If I had an outlet for the story, I’d march this thing to the door of that sleek new monument to ego…
-
A few thoughts as I wrap up more than five years of music coverage, and more than 15 at the paper. I know, I know. So much nostalgia up in here. It smells like old newspapers and LPs. Like my grandma’s basement. Then again, that’s where I found all my uncle’s Stones and Zeppelin records.…
-
A collection of random memories found in and around my desk at the Oregonian as I prepare for my Aug. 28 departure. Today: A program from Jan. 15, 2002, when Oregon celebrated the 75th anniversary of Mac Court (and my apartment was robbed). But let’s start with Ernie Kent. Ol’ Million Moves his own bad…
-
A collection of random memories found in and around my desk at the Oregonian as I prepare for my Aug. 28 departure. Today: A snapped-off driver turned hobo bindle. I bought the driver for $19.99 from Target at the dawn of my golf writing career. Golf is a fun thing to cover, because golf doesn’t…
-
A collection of random memories found in and around my desk at the Oregonian as I prepare for my Aug. 28 departure. Today: A letter from Oregon defensive coordinator Nick Aliotti to a judge in California. The story wasn’t much fun, but the letter is awesome, because awesome. In 2003, Aliotti and head coach Mike…
Ryan White & Associates 