🕵🏻♂️🎈Do I spy a Chinese spy balloon? Spotted between 4:15 and 4:45 from south St. Louis County, Missouri.
I’m not entirely convinced that cryptic crosswords aren’t a collective Mornington Crescent-style joke being played on the rest of us.
9:30 a.m. and I’ve already watched the movie, had coffee and finished the NYT crossword. Turns out getting up early to drop my kid off at the bus makes me do stuff in the morning. Not productive stuff (so far), but progress.
Today in unfortunate junk email juxtapositions.
Sounds like the Dallas Zoo…
Boy, today’s Today In History in the Post-Dispatch (web version) starts bad, stays bad and ends with a doozy.
I like that Siri can read notifications, but it went 0-for-2 on a message from my TV that “Southern Eel” is about to play “Illinois Street”.
Ten years ago today I was at an IRE boot camp at Mizzou in Columbia, Mo. learning how to be a data journalist. The Journalist’s Creed was written by Walter Williams, founding dean of the Missouri School of Journalism, in 1914.
I know page design is handled at a hub and very quickly by people with too much to do, but this sort of thing still snags my brain when I look at a paper. Three stragglers at the bottom of three columns, and one of them is hyphenated.