Point of No Return
We’ve done a few things very well in this nation.
I apologize in advance, but I’m not letting go of this one without a fight.
Well, it looks like I picked the right time to go on vacation.
People make mistakes. We’re flawed. It’s what we do.
I’m constantly surfing the Web.
Ah, the new year is now upon us.
History will not remember 2009 fondly.
This truly is the most wonderful time of the year.
There are things that I come across that make me shake my head and contemplate how my father would have handled the situation had it been me as the central character.
Tiger, Tiger, Tiger.
Yup, it’s that time of the year again.
Hi. I’m Darin, and I’m a word nerd.
To be more precise, I’m a word nerd of the English language. I love how it is an ever-evolving language that adapts to changing times and changing vernacular, and it takes on the form of a living, breathing organism as it continues to morph itself to stay current.
The tide has turned.
If there was ever an appropriately-named hobby in this modern society of ours, it’s fantasy sports.
During one of my daily voyages through the wild frontier of the Internet, I stumbled across an Associated Press story that made me stop mid-surf. That in itself is not odd, in that I tend to get sidetracked by some strange things on the Web, but this one grabbed me right away with the headline — “Oregon man gets probation for stabbing ex’s fish.”
There was quite a bit of disappointment last week with the announcement that Chicago would not receive the 2016 Summer Olympics, and for valid reasons. The Olympics would have potentially brought a bump for that local economy, a global stage for Chicago to highlight the positives of the city and would have helped the infrastructure of the city itself as roads and lodging needs would have had to have been improved due to the sheer numbers of increased tourism.
I spend a lot of time reading various newspapers.
It felt like a soothing mist.
We all have problems. Bills get piled up, kids run around with scissors, work becomes too much, etc., etc., etc.
It was said by many at the time that Sept. 11, 2001 would change the world forever.
For openers, let me tell you that I had a very funny column lined up for this week. Well, to be fair, it was funny in my eyes, because I was going to make fun of my good friend Bob Bertram for his respective tastes in old movies and current films that could best be described as “female-oriented.”
Reality can sometimes hit you when you least expect it.
It’s funny sometimes how news travels.
There are some moments in time that we wish would just stay frozen. Those instances when all seems right in the world, and it feels as if we’ve finally figured out all of life’s little riddles.
There comes a point in each man’s life when he must put down the water balloons and whoopie cushions, and make a definitive statement that he is indeed an adult — that marker in time that unequivocally states that adulthood is now upon him, and the choice he makes from that point forward will be the choices of a grownup. I fear that time is now upon me.
As a journalist, it is my absolute obligation to inform my readers of any information that could impact their lives. With that basic tenet of my profession in mind, I’ll now share a little tidbit with the general public.
Remember the old gag when you would dangle your buddy’s hand in a bowl of warm water as he slept, hoping against hope that it would cause a, well, biological reaction?