WHAT I HAD FOR BREAKFAST
Today for breakfast, I had two strips of turkey bacon, two toasted waffles, a banana, some apple juice and filtered water. I then downed a multi-vitamin, a fish-oil pill and a calcium pill. Not that I'm a complainer, but the waffles were slightly burnt and the banana was softer than I would prefer.
Just kidding.
Well, I mean, I really DID have all that for breakfast, but that's not the reason I'm jumping into this Blog thing. (An old traditionalist like myself hates to even use that B word. It's not a real word.) I'm a columnist at the Asbury Park Press in New Jersey -- I do the Friday PAGE X retro pop-culture page and the Sunday CELEBS celebrity news, views and fashions page -- and I think it will be kind of fun to write a just-between-you-and-me type Web column a few days a week. Maybe do some things I'd never do in print. A little behind-the-scenes stuff, a few self-indulgent rants, a lot of movie, music and pop-culture talk, some stuff about journalism (an endlessly fascinating subject whether you're in the field or not), a hint of politics (not my bailiwick in the newspaper, but don't get me started). Maybe I'll even write about something I hardly EVER write about in print: My life.
You see, I come from the school of journalism where the words "I" and "me" are only used in case of emergency. In other words, don't insert yourself between the reader and the story. Also, I'm a private person. Militantly so. But if I'm going to tell the occasional cool behind-the-scenes story, I'll probably mention Kathy, who was my photographer and wife of 19 years and went on just about every field assignment with me. The world lost Kathy last year; she was only 42. She was my life, and now I'm just a graying, 47-year-old zombie walking around like a moron wondering what the hell just happened and when I'm going to wake up from it. And I have DEFINITELY just exceeded the deeply-personal-rumination limit for a Voger column.
Anyway, time's up for today. We'll talk about some fun stuff tomorrow, I promise.
Just kidding.
Well, I mean, I really DID have all that for breakfast, but that's not the reason I'm jumping into this Blog thing. (An old traditionalist like myself hates to even use that B word. It's not a real word.) I'm a columnist at the Asbury Park Press in New Jersey -- I do the Friday PAGE X retro pop-culture page and the Sunday CELEBS celebrity news, views and fashions page -- and I think it will be kind of fun to write a just-between-you-and-me type Web column a few days a week. Maybe do some things I'd never do in print. A little behind-the-scenes stuff, a few self-indulgent rants, a lot of movie, music and pop-culture talk, some stuff about journalism (an endlessly fascinating subject whether you're in the field or not), a hint of politics (not my bailiwick in the newspaper, but don't get me started). Maybe I'll even write about something I hardly EVER write about in print: My life.
You see, I come from the school of journalism where the words "I" and "me" are only used in case of emergency. In other words, don't insert yourself between the reader and the story. Also, I'm a private person. Militantly so. But if I'm going to tell the occasional cool behind-the-scenes story, I'll probably mention Kathy, who was my photographer and wife of 19 years and went on just about every field assignment with me. The world lost Kathy last year; she was only 42. She was my life, and now I'm just a graying, 47-year-old zombie walking around like a moron wondering what the hell just happened and when I'm going to wake up from it. And I have DEFINITELY just exceeded the deeply-personal-rumination limit for a Voger column.
Anyway, time's up for today. We'll talk about some fun stuff tomorrow, I promise.
posted by Mark Voger at 3:43 PM
2 Comments:
it's so very sad, there is no getting over your lost love. but, life goes on & YOU deserve happiness, mr far from a moron. lots of exhilerating, exciting things to do, lots of living, loving and laughing still. gray is good. YOU are an exceptional man! my wish for you is to find enough peace within to realize.
I had cinnamon frosted pop tarts and tea. I ate the edges first.
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