I’ve toyed with the idea of this blog post for a while, but I haven’t found the will to write it. Maybe it’s the brutal subject matter. Maybe it’s the fact that (as my friend Jordan Guinn says) there’s already so much discourse; what can I possibly add?
Well, a blog shouldn’t exist if the person has nothing to say. So I guess I better say something.
More or Less
I was lucky enough to visit the “Death Star” (Allegiant Stadium) in Las Vegas last year with my sister Marie, the person I hold directly responsible for making me a Raider fan (thanks a lot). I greatly enjoyed the game, where the Raiders walloped the Eagles, and despite what you’ve heard, the opposing fan noise isn’t that bad. Is it the Coliseum? Absolutely not and it will never be. But as a former season ticket holder, I promise you, it felt like a Raider game; more or less.
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Hi! You might be here because you’ve heard I’m the new journalism adviser at Contra Costa College. If so, welcome, this open letter is for you!
If not, you’re welcome to stay and learn more about me. But you’re not the target audience.
Continue reading ““I Believe…” An Open Letter to my New Journalism Students”
I’ve been putting this off for a while.
Now, as any writer will tell you, this is normal. Writers
hate the writing process, and the easiest way to get a reporter to clean their
house is to assign a deadline. We procrastinate by nature, and we’ve all
convinced ourselves that we write better under the gun. Whether that’s true or
not is irrelevant: it’s a self-fulfilling prophecy. We don’t know if pressure
actually makes us better, and no writer has ever turned anything in early so we
could test it. I guess we’ll never know.
Continue reading “You’re not going to miss the Coliseum, Raider Nation; you’re going to miss the party”
(Ed. Note – A previous blog was about managing my coed softball team, and it was supposed to be part one. Then a lot of events happened, so it got delayed until now. Here’s part two:)
What makes a good leader?
This is something I have spent many hours thinking about.
What makes a good leader? I can tell you exactly the first time this thought crossed
my mind. Working at Lowe’s, in college.
Let’s start with a couple of hot takes:
Continue reading “What does it mean to be a leader? (the second part of Spring Break dispatches)”
(Ed. Note – This is a special guest post by friend-of-the-blog Jordan Guinn. Get more of his acerbic humor on Twitter.)
Twice in the last three years I’ve been fortunate enough to take a week out of my summer to tour baseball parks across the country with Fernando. The trip involves a rental car, lots of energy drinks and many disagreements about whose playlist we should be listening to.
Continue reading “Running out of gas, filling up on barbecue and overdosing on baseball”
Baseball is doomed.
Utterly, hopelessly doomed.
I don’t remember the first time I realized it, but I’ve
known it for quite a few years. The end of professional baseball in the US is
near. I expect before the end of my lifetime, baseball will become America’s 4th
or 5th favorite sport – if it’s not there already.
Continue reading “The last of a dying breed: Baseball Fans”
Note: My schools have split spring breaks, but I have enough free time to write a little. I am currently at the JACC Conference in Sacramento until Sunday morning.
Managing people is hard.
For starters, managing is not the same as being a boss. Any jackass can give orders.
Delegation is a skill, but It’s also a luxury. Deep down, most of us want to be
in charge and believe we should be.
But managing people is a different animal. Handling a
diverse group of individuals, like a baseball manager, and leading them to
success is hard. Don’t let anyone
ever tell you otherwise – not even me. Because if you had met me 10 years ago,
I would have said being a manager is a piece of cake. Not anymore.
Continue reading “Spring Break Dispatches: Part 1 – Putting the Err in Manager”
For me, there is really only one reason to do anything in
this world. The same reason Sammy Sosa used when he was caught
with a corked bat in an MLB game in 2003.
“For the keeds,
man. For the keeds.”
His excuse was that he used a corked (and therefore illegal)
bat in batting practice to put on a show for the kids. Now, as someone who
loves batting practice and has seen Khris Davis put on a show at the Coliseum,
I don’t hate the excuse. Seriously, I saw Khris smash a suite window in batting
practice once, about 425 feet from home plate. It was amazing.
Continue reading “‘For the kids, man’; on the challenge of a new semester and why I teach”
Before Nazis became socially acceptable again in recent years, they used to make the best villains. Surely, a legion of genocidal war criminals in snappy black uniforms were indefensible – they murdered millions of innocent people! They practiced ethnic cleansing! Who could defend these guys?
I bet I could guess. Continue reading “Do the Right Thing: On killing Hitler, making choices and immigrant family detentions”
(This was written March 22)
I’ve been thinking a lot about my dad.
It makes sense: the anniversary of his death was less than a month ago. But the strangest thing about my father’s passing is how long it took to affect me.
Maybe it’s the softness that develops with old age. Since I’m now an ancient 33 years old (the same age Jesus was when he was crucified), I’ve definitely started getting sappier. Like, cry-during-a-pasta-commercial sappy. OK, so that hasn’t actually happened, but there are a variety of situations that will result in tears now.
Continue reading “A little about Venice; and a lot about my dad”