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Facebook often is positive, and rightfully so. A Brick from 11 months ago supported that: The Future Just Showed Up: Like. Facebook is not all feel-good happy talk but controversy and deliberate negativity get moved down and out quickly — posts get “hidden” and friends become “unfriended.” My last weekend post fell in between. Sunday […]
What, not four? Others are punditing U.S. economy very well. Why there’ll always be real estate agents and contractors In the HomeStyle section of the Saturday regional/state paper is the weekly Personal Space brief. Most weeks the subject, who is asked about her or his home and some biographical information, maneuvers to plug their business […]
This column first was published in the August 2011 newsletter of the National Society of Newspaper Columnists. Instead of polishing this column, I should be sewing nametags into my clothes, shaking out my sleeping bag for WordCamp. If I showed up with that stuff, even the geeks there would laugh. We’re all geeks at WordCamp. […]
Book Report Bad Dad by Dave Lieber 175 pages, cloth, Yankee Cowboy Publishing, 2011 What an unusual little book. Fort Worth Star-Telegram metro columnist Dave Lieber includes newspaper columns here, but it’s not a collection. (Dave’s is a watchdog, or consumer activist, column emphasizing solving suburban hassles.) By the title, it might sound like long-form […]
Copyright 2011 Ben S. Pollock I. Crossing the Line DATELINE MIRTHOLOGY — Should her museum-progress trek be now or wait till it’s further along? My client Crystal Britches calls Fayetteville and Washington County home. For her, Bentonville and the rest of Benton County are places to visit. Unlike, say, Springdale, which she sees as merely […]
There really was a hawk in our yard, I told My Beloved. She was out of town so this was on the phone. She believed me enough. After all, she’s the one who spotted the high nest this past spring, in an old oak in the back yard of the home next door. We occasionally […]