The day before Christmas Eve, the news director of the KSRM Radio Group on the Kenai Peninsula received a letter in the mail stating she needed to leave the country. Three days later, the station's news was delivered with an Australian accent for what could have been the last time.
I will no longer be so easily influenced by the "experts" who flood the media with the answers to everything. I will cut through the noise and rely more on my own thoughts than the ocean of other opinions that surround me.
That's how Serial is supposed to get you: The feeling of true waiting -- something that is lost in our digital culture where all things are instantaneously present simultaneously -- is a novel sensation. Pardon the pun.
Tune in to your local station on College Radio Day 2014 (and every other day of the year too) because you will be supporting an institution that has made a real and long-lasting impact on music and students for decades and hopefully will continue to in the future.
Continuous articles in text are fine, sure. But do you ever wonder what the folks who author books sound like, in person? Before the editorial reviews? I'll give you a hint: They're all characters, too.
Tens of thousands of precedents exist public ownership and they are indeed interesting. But a listener to Brancaccio could not be faulted for coming away with the impression that public enterprises are few and far between.
Spend an hour listening to any country music station these days and you may quickly notice that most songs make at least some reference to booze. Currently more than 10 percent of the top country songs contain drinking references in the title alone.
Two summers ago, I visited the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame in Cleveland, Ohio. Rihanna's dress was on display, which is sort of like putting Joe Namath's jersey on display at the Baseball Hall of Fame. It doesn't really belong.
Last week I put up one of my silly tongue-in-cheek HuffPost offerings: I Am the Coolest, Hippest Uncle in the Whole World. It's gone ever-so-slightly viral thanks to Hozier retweeting my tweet -- and tossing up one of his own.
I want her to think I'm thick in the music biz, always down at the clubs checking out the new bands, invited backstage often. I would be, too -- if it weren't for my arthritic knee, chronic intestinal rumblings, tinnitus, vertigo and gouty left toe.