Archive for July, 2012

And I blog … finally

Thursday, July 5th, 2012
Brian Golden

Well, now that my non-stop coverage of the Wlasiuk murder trial has come to an end, I must say I’m not quite sure what to do with myself. Can you blame me? After an entire month spent scribbling down notes at the Chenango County Courthouse, I guess it’s going to take me awhile to get acclimated to the newsroom once again. And no, I’m not complaining. Trials and such are – for certain – quite interesting, not to mention newsworthy. But when you’ve been writing about one thing – and one thing only – for four or five straight weeks … well, I’ll leave it at that.

The timing, however, couldn’t have been better. My good friend Jay held his first-ever, now to be annual, clambake on Tuesday night; a much-needed respite from the news and chance to relax, followed by the Ashton family reunion, held yearly on the Fourth of July. It was great to see everyone, particularly when you consider this is – in many cases – the only time we get to hang out together. Today, of course, it was back to the newsroom, not a bad thing though, considering tomorrow is Friday with the weekend to follow. Looking forward to sleeping in, I can tell you that much.

As for the news on the national level … Obamacare (tired of hearing about it), the upcoming presidential election (tired of hearing about it), Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes (tired of hearing about it) and … wait for it … a smaller iPad (now that’s cool). Talk about beating a dead horse, those first three topics a garnering more than their fair share of attention. Me? I just want to see Ridley Scott’s “Prometheus.” Jeff, our esteemed editor here at The Evening Sun, has already informed me that it’s “really good,” and – as an “Alien” and “Aliens” fan – I can not wait to see it. As for “Alien 3” and “Alien: Resurrection,” well … let’s just say I’ve seen them, I (kind of) liked them and … yeah, that’s all I really have to say about that.

And now, to wrap things up, my Ridiculous Online ‘30 Seconds’ Post of the Day, courtesy of Man from Preston …
“Fireworks are allowed because they are great patriotic propaganda and reinforce the conservative redneck agenda. Playing to the base.”

Well, Man from Preston, I’m certainly not a conservative (just read my weekly column), I’ve never been called a redneck (I’ve been called a lot worse, though) and I have no agenda (other than making it to the weekend). However, I believe fireworks are “allowed” on the Fourth of July because … it’s the Fourth of July. And fireworks are cool. And “patriotic propaganda” is still patriotic, even if it’s propaganda.

So there.

What does Independence Day mean to you?

Thursday, July 5th, 2012
Shawn Magrath

I trust that most everyone had an enjoyable (and face-melting hot) Fourth of July. Ah, what better way to celebrate your independence than a fine mixture of alcohol and explosives? I’m under the assumption that no reports of injury or sudden fires means a good and moderately responsible time was had by all.

The most dedicated readers of The Evening Sun saw a different kind of front page on Wednesday – snapshots of community members, along with their own words describing what Independence Day means to them. Reporters set out earlier this week to talk to strangers on the street for a contribution, myself bearing the heat and rejection after rejection, after rejection, after rejection… it was horrible, like high school prom all over again. One man completely ignored me, presumably because he thought I was trying to sell him something (in which case, I’d like to think I would have been more assertive – chasing him down the street and screaming “You’ll buy”).

Regardless of the more than 30 people who shot me down, I really appreciate the ones who said a few words and their succumbing – though reluctant – to have their picture in the paper. I heard a lot of great responses (much better than the usual “Go away” I came to know and love) but what worried me in the process was the responses I got from some of the local kids. Granted, some were pretty young (10-years-old-ish) but some were well into their teen years and had no idea what Independence Day was:

• “What does Independence Day mean to you?”
• “It’s a day to celebrate Independence”
• “Yeah, but what does that mean exactly?”
• “You know, a day where we celebrate the people who didn’t die.”

My favorite response:

• “It’s a day when we celebrate the history of our presidents.”
• “Oh yeah, kind of like Presidents’ Day?”
• “Yeah”

At least they didn’t assume I was trying to sell them a subscription.

Switching gears, the Gus Macker tournament is this weekend – already. I hope basketball is your forte.