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Written by David Vogel Tuesday, 29 March 2011 15:09As I write this, I have my word processor software displaying on only half of my laptop monitor. Usually I maximize the window to fit the whole screen when I’m writing because I tend to get distracted easily if I don’t.
Case in point: In just the last five minutes alone I have “liked” several random things that my Facebook friends have posted.
“Liking” is an activity on this social networking site that basically allows users to show support for something his or her friend has posted on their “wall.”
A wall, mind you, is a lot like an actual wall in your house, assuming you hang pictures on it, scribble poorly structured, random and irrelevant comments on it (“yum! just drank a latte”) and endlessly stare at it...
Written by David Vogel Tuesday, 15 March 2011 14:47Choir tour always reminds me a little bit of a short story called “The Lottery,” which was written by Shirley Jackson and published in 1948.
“The Lottery” is about the folks in a small American town who gather annually to draw slips of paper to determine who gets to sleep on the concrete floor.
Of course, I’m just kidding.
In “The Lottery” the townspeople are randomly selecting the person who must be stoned to death. It’s choir tour where you might have to sleep on the cement.
This weekend the Tabor College Concert Choir will leave for its annual spring tour. This means that for more than a week we all will be subject to a lottery determining whether we spend the night at a house with a hot tub or at a house in which...
Written by David Vogel Tuesday, 01 March 2011 16:20It’s said that journalism is the first draft of history. If that’s true, then the 2000-01 fifth-grade class at Hillsboro Elementary is well-covered.
A few weeks ago, fiancée Hanna and I were going through some of my old boxes when we discovered a notebook containing a rare collection of documents titled “The Fifth Grade Scoop.”
There were maybe 30 copies of each edition produced, and I would speculate that most of those copies were lost years ago.
That’s because The Fifth Grade Scoop is a newspaper that I produced, wrote and edited during—you guessed it—my fifth-grade year. Until finding that box, I had all but forgotten about that publication and its follow-up newspaper, The Sixth Grade Scoop.
“Mr. Just brought eggs...
Written by David Vogel Tuesday, 15 February 2011 15:43Little girls spend countless hours fantasizing over every detail of their future Cinderella wedding. Little boys, I’ve decided, spend most of their time fantasizing about getting to use the scanner gun at Wal-Mart.
This seems to be the case for every engaged couple I’ve talked to recently. And there is no shortage of engaged couples on Tabor’s campus. You can’t throw a 3/4 carat total weight rock without hitting an engaged couple around here.
A few Saturdays back, fiancée Hanna and I made the trip to Wichita to create bridal registries for our June wedding. Certain overachieving family members were inquiring. So we figured it was about time to download “The Very Complex Inventory of Every Essential Home Item That You Will...
Written by David Vogel Wednesday, 02 February 2011 01:27I’m sitting in the second or third row of the high school gymnasium. The game is just starting, but the bleachers are sparsely filled. It’s the Trojan Classic, and both teams are from out of town. The room is warmly lit, and there’s excitement buzzing in the air.
It’s the perfect setting for some friendly competition.
A mom is sitting up a few rows behind me. She’s competitive, but at this point she’s feeling anything but friendly.
“What are you doing?” she bellows in the tone of voice usually reserved for a dog that has momentarily forgotten the difference between carpet and grass. “You gotta call ’em for both sides!”
Other parents are chiming in with equal conviction: “Didn’t you see that? Open your...
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