Back during my days at Iowa State University in Ames, IA, I had a friend who played in the marching band say on more than one occasion that football games were a marching band show with a football game thrown in. Considering Iowa State football fans had little to cheer about during the mid-1990s (Sure, we had Heisman candidate running back Troy Davis, but we only won six games during my four years as an undergrad, including an 0-10-1 campaign during my freshman year), he may have had a point.
Fast forward a few years to this past Saturday's game in Columbus, Ohio, between Ohio State and Nebraska. As Ohio State was beginning their pounding of the Cornhuskers, the marching band had their own great performance at halftime with a tribute to video games. How many games can you identify?
Monday, October 8, 2012
Monday, October 1, 2012
30 years of EPCOT Center
Anyone who knows me knows that I am a Disney fanatic.
I grew up on all things, including seeing most of the classic movies and a lot of the "live action" (read: non-animated) films from the 1960s and 1970s. I also have been able to visit Walt Disney World in Florida five times in my lifetime, the most recent in 2004.
However, I can say I was among the first-year visitors to EPCOT Center, which opened to the public for the first time on October 1, 1982. Featuring two areas, one with hands-on science exhibits in Future World and the other featuring cultural aspects from 11 countries in World Showcase, it had everything a then-7-year-old boy could dream about.
One of the cooler things they have there (since returned following his death in 2009) was the "Captain EO" 3D movie which starred Michael Jackson and premiered in 1986. Looking back now, it is kind of cheesy, with bad acting, but it was just plain fun, and something I hope to see again in person in the very near future, this time with my own kids.
I grew up on all things, including seeing most of the classic movies and a lot of the "live action" (read: non-animated) films from the 1960s and 1970s. I also have been able to visit Walt Disney World in Florida five times in my lifetime, the most recent in 2004.
However, I can say I was among the first-year visitors to EPCOT Center, which opened to the public for the first time on October 1, 1982. Featuring two areas, one with hands-on science exhibits in Future World and the other featuring cultural aspects from 11 countries in World Showcase, it had everything a then-7-year-old boy could dream about.
One of the cooler things they have there (since returned following his death in 2009) was the "Captain EO" 3D movie which starred Michael Jackson and premiered in 1986. Looking back now, it is kind of cheesy, with bad acting, but it was just plain fun, and something I hope to see again in person in the very near future, this time with my own kids.
Friday, September 21, 2012
Wait Til Next Century: Cutler attacks hypocritical
Are the attacks on Bears QB Jay Cutler fair? I provide some thoughts at my sports blog, Wait Til Next Century.
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Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Wait Til Next Century: Remembering Steve Sabol
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| Source: DailyInterview.net |
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Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Where were you when the planes struck?
Today is the 11th anniversary of the Sept. 11, 2001, terrorist attacks on the United States.
On that fateful day, 2,977 people died when terrorists hijacked four planes and crashed them. Two were them into the twin towers of the World Trade Center, eventually causing them to crumble to the ground) in New York. A third plane was sent into the Pentagon in Washington D.C. A fourth plane is now believed to have been headed for the U.S. Capitol in Washington when its passengers, now aware of the other planes' fate, rebelled against their plane's hijackers, causing their flight to crash into a field near Shanksville, Penn.
That was a day that for me, made it interesting to be a reporter.
Then a reporter for The Record-Herald and Indianola Tribune, a weekly newspaper just south of Des Moines, Ia., I was driving to the office at about 7:45 p.m. from my home 30 minutes away in West Des Moines. I had been on vacation for the entire week beforehand, and I was looking ahead to covering a supervisors meeting that morning and my other normal duties. I was flipping stations on the radio when I heard the local adult contemporary station had switched to the feed from NBC's "The Today Show." There, I heard the anchors and a producer talking about a plane that had crashed into one of the towers of the World Trade Center. I found it interesting, mainly because I remembered a similar story from my hometown of Zion, Ill., from the year before when WGN Radio host Bob Collins was killed when his plane crashed through the roof of the local hospital.
Then, the producer shouted, "Oh My God!" Another plane had crashed into the other tower of the World Trade Center. Now only about five minutes away from the office, I floored my gas pedal, closing in on about 90 mph as I raced to get to the office and hopefully a television where I could get more news.
I ran into the office to find staffers huddles around a television. With everything going on, I wondered if the county supervisors meeting I was supposed to cover would still take place, and if it did, would I still be covering it. As we watched, we saw that yet another plane had been hijacked, this time into the Pentagon. About that time, my editor sent me out of the office to begin gathering comments for the story that would appear in the next issue.
I first went to the county administration office, partially to check on that conty supervisors meeting and to also gather comment. After finding out that meeting had been cancelled, I found a former sales rep for the Record-Herald, now working for the county clerk. Through tears, she gave me her thoughts.
After a quick stop on the city square, I next headed to Indianola High School, where I hoped to talk to some teachers and students. After checking in, I was allowed to meet with a social studies class that was watching the news and got their comments.
I also was able to talk with students in the school library. It was there that I watched on television the collapse of the North Tower, the South Tower having crumbled to the ground earlier. I was simply amazed at everything going on, but continued on with my work.
The rest of the day consisted of writing up what I had gathered, lunch, and fielding phone calls from family members who were making sure I was okay. I also learned that my church in Des Moines would be hosting a prayer service later that evening. I would have to miss it, however, having been assigned to cover a similar event in nearby Norwalk.
As I drove from the Norwalk event to my church, I listened to the radio as they recapped everything that had happened that day. Until this point, I had not spent any time processing or taking in the emotional aspects of the attacks. I had been in reporter mode, simply being amazed at what I was seeing and did what I had to do. But now, everything hit me, and I shed a few tears as I finished my drive and met with my wife and friends.
Thankfully, we have not had another attack on this country, though we've since been involved in two wars, with another generation of soldiers knowing the effects of war. We also witnessed any unity as a country that we had in the immediate aftermath dissolve into partisan bickering. Whether we ever return to the way life was before 9/11, we may never know.
Either way, let's take time today to remember those who died that day, and those who have died in the aftermath.
On that fateful day, 2,977 people died when terrorists hijacked four planes and crashed them. Two were them into the twin towers of the World Trade Center, eventually causing them to crumble to the ground) in New York. A third plane was sent into the Pentagon in Washington D.C. A fourth plane is now believed to have been headed for the U.S. Capitol in Washington when its passengers, now aware of the other planes' fate, rebelled against their plane's hijackers, causing their flight to crash into a field near Shanksville, Penn.
That was a day that for me, made it interesting to be a reporter.
Then a reporter for The Record-Herald and Indianola Tribune, a weekly newspaper just south of Des Moines, Ia., I was driving to the office at about 7:45 p.m. from my home 30 minutes away in West Des Moines. I had been on vacation for the entire week beforehand, and I was looking ahead to covering a supervisors meeting that morning and my other normal duties. I was flipping stations on the radio when I heard the local adult contemporary station had switched to the feed from NBC's "The Today Show." There, I heard the anchors and a producer talking about a plane that had crashed into one of the towers of the World Trade Center. I found it interesting, mainly because I remembered a similar story from my hometown of Zion, Ill., from the year before when WGN Radio host Bob Collins was killed when his plane crashed through the roof of the local hospital.
Then, the producer shouted, "Oh My God!" Another plane had crashed into the other tower of the World Trade Center. Now only about five minutes away from the office, I floored my gas pedal, closing in on about 90 mph as I raced to get to the office and hopefully a television where I could get more news.
I ran into the office to find staffers huddles around a television. With everything going on, I wondered if the county supervisors meeting I was supposed to cover would still take place, and if it did, would I still be covering it. As we watched, we saw that yet another plane had been hijacked, this time into the Pentagon. About that time, my editor sent me out of the office to begin gathering comments for the story that would appear in the next issue.
I first went to the county administration office, partially to check on that conty supervisors meeting and to also gather comment. After finding out that meeting had been cancelled, I found a former sales rep for the Record-Herald, now working for the county clerk. Through tears, she gave me her thoughts.
After a quick stop on the city square, I next headed to Indianola High School, where I hoped to talk to some teachers and students. After checking in, I was allowed to meet with a social studies class that was watching the news and got their comments.
I also was able to talk with students in the school library. It was there that I watched on television the collapse of the North Tower, the South Tower having crumbled to the ground earlier. I was simply amazed at everything going on, but continued on with my work.
The rest of the day consisted of writing up what I had gathered, lunch, and fielding phone calls from family members who were making sure I was okay. I also learned that my church in Des Moines would be hosting a prayer service later that evening. I would have to miss it, however, having been assigned to cover a similar event in nearby Norwalk.
As I drove from the Norwalk event to my church, I listened to the radio as they recapped everything that had happened that day. Until this point, I had not spent any time processing or taking in the emotional aspects of the attacks. I had been in reporter mode, simply being amazed at what I was seeing and did what I had to do. But now, everything hit me, and I shed a few tears as I finished my drive and met with my wife and friends.
Thankfully, we have not had another attack on this country, though we've since been involved in two wars, with another generation of soldiers knowing the effects of war. We also witnessed any unity as a country that we had in the immediate aftermath dissolve into partisan bickering. Whether we ever return to the way life was before 9/11, we may never know.
Either way, let's take time today to remember those who died that day, and those who have died in the aftermath.
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Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Wait Til Next Century: Is Brian Urlacher ready?
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| Source: Sports Grind Entertainment |
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Getting published
Getting that first book published can be a painful, ego-destroying, soul-crushing experience.
You've worked hard on getting that final manuscript written, painstakingly going over every word to make sure it's right, the words you want to say. You're feeling pretty good about life.
However, getting an agent and then a publishing house to take your words and actually publish them, now that's the hard part.
This is something I've been working on for about a year or so now, with the actual writing of the novel taking the better of five years. I've yet to be published, unless you count all of the work I've done as a news reporter for 12-plus years.
Anyway, here's a look at the entire idea for a novel to published course, courtesy of fellow writer J.R. Woodward.
You've worked hard on getting that final manuscript written, painstakingly going over every word to make sure it's right, the words you want to say. You're feeling pretty good about life.
However, getting an agent and then a publishing house to take your words and actually publish them, now that's the hard part.
This is something I've been working on for about a year or so now, with the actual writing of the novel taking the better of five years. I've yet to be published, unless you count all of the work I've done as a news reporter for 12-plus years.
Anyway, here's a look at the entire idea for a novel to published course, courtesy of fellow writer J.R. Woodward.
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