NEW YORK -- The latest trend in the media world is "trending." That is, monitoring what people are buzzing about and directing coverage accordingly.
As an Atlanta Hawks fan, I'm keeping my fingers crossed that new team owner Alex Meruelo stays busy diving into the details of his recent purchase as pro basketball deals with what in all likelihood will be a long and combative player lockout.
Friday morning's national news headlines brought this one from USAToday.com: "School board removes Sherlock Holmes novel as derogatory to Mormons."
As our birthdays accumulate, eventually we may reach one which causes us to stop, reflect, remember the past, and then to compare it to the present. On July 15, 2011, I had such a birthday, my 83rd.
OK, people: chill out. Breathe. Relax.
Has the tea party peaked? Republican lawmakers affiliated with the upstart anti-tax movement scored big in the nerve-wracking debt-ceiling debacle, but the victory left enough hard feelings to feed the movement's ultimate downfall.
Unless you've been burrowed in a hermit's hole somewhere for the last few years, you know that there has never been a more volatile time for businesses.
Republicans in South Carolina may soon be in line for a love affair with Texas Gov. Rick Perry. That is, if he decides to run for president. So why would South Carolina voters like him? Well, for one, he's not Mitt Romney. Perry is a cotton farmer's son who speaks with a ton of Texas twang, while Romney is an Ivy League-educated "Yankee" from Massachusetts.
This session the South Carolina General Assembly addressed redistricting, the process of reconfiguring election districts that is required every ten years in order to reflect population changes reported in the latest U.S. Census. It is a painstaking task to ensure that state legislative and congressional districts are equal in population, guaranteeing each person's vote is equally represented in the state legislature and in the U.S. House of Representatives.
A "sugar-coated Satan sandwich." That's what Rep. Emanuel Cleaver, a Missouri Democrat and chairman of the Congressional Black Caucus, called the bipartisan deal to raise the debt ceiling -- as he announced he was voting for it.
Once upon a time I wrote fiction. No, C-I critics, I don't mean any of my articles. Those are about real life, real people, real events.
It is only in comparison to today's Republican Party, divided between its old-school establishment and its Tea Party zealots, that today's Democrats look unified.
I got a call from a school board member recently asking what to do when her board goes into executive session and then talks about things that cannot legally be discussed there.
I am not ashamed to admit that, at the instant the ref blows his final whistle and the scoreboard flaunts her last digits, a palpable degree of sadness, of disappointment comes over me like a dark cloud stealing the sun's warmth on a winter day. Reality sets in. Football season is over. The rivalries and intensity, the festivities and friends, the tradition -- all will be missed until next season. And I'm not alone. For many, it's about playing the game but, in more, watching the game. The game, defined one way as "a physical competition conducted according ...
Last year, I wrote a column defending MTV's popular reality show, "Teen Mom."
As the primary pundit at the "Harmony County Weekly Blister," I am frequently called upon to perform many tasks. So, besides winding up the cat and putting out the clock, I also write the advice to the lovelorn column entitled, "Ask the Stud Muffin."
I never played high school football. My glory days ended with the little league Lions and the gridiron of my youth is now a stand of depressingly mature pine trees across the old, worn foot bridge in Woodward Park. Like many, I now enjoy the pleasure of watching and cheering on younger generations and look forward to each new season as it plays out on our home field at Zemp Stadium. It is my opinion that we, as a community, should keep Zemp and prepare the old facility for the future.
WASHINGTON -- Lego's groundbreaking female-scientists set sold out almost immediately after it was released this month. But never fear, fans of feminist toys: A new Barbie doll, now in stock, is also shattering the plastic ceiling.
For the past couple of years, our district has designated one book for summer reading for secondary students. I've really liked this approach. It has generated a lot of enthusiasm and gotten entire families involved. This year's book, This I Believe II, is a collection of personal essays by a very diverse group of people, ranging from legendary cellist Yo-Yo Ma to author Studs Terkel. The book got me to thinking; if I was to write an essay about what I believe about education, what would I say?
Let me begin with full disclosure: I was born in Greenville and even though my family moved away when I was 5 years old, I still consider Greenville my hometown. And, as with a first love, one's hometown will always be something special. So it is with me and Greenville.
Some missing something or the other required me to prowl through closets at Mama's house. That's when I found it. I pulled it out and smiled broadly, warmed by the memories it evoked.
I am man enough to admit that I have cried more than once since the news broke that Robin Williams had died by what local officials said was suicide.
WASHINGTON -- Grade deflation is dead. Long live grade inflation!
Since I have lived in this area for about eight months now, I have made a discovery about Camden. There's quite a bit of music talent here, especially for a town this size. I have to also say that my opinion comes from just the musicians I know and have heard perform personally. I'm sure there are countless others I don't know about -- yet.
I watched Rory McIlroy win the PGA title Sunday, his third straight golf tournament victory and his second major title within three weeks.
I jokingly call my backyard "the wilderness." My house, built in 1912, sits fairly close to my downtown street, as is the custom in the Historic District in Sumter. The Victorian cast iron fence and neat little patch of grass in my front yard belie what is happening behind my house. The deck at the back of my house overlooks a very deep backyard filled with towering oak and pecan trees. Just over the fence at the rear of the yard is a magnificent willow oak which is probably 100 years old. It rises majestically above all and makes a ...
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