Who were those folks complaining two weeks ago that the Triangle hadn’t gotten any snow yet this winter? Certainly, ahem, cough, not me. Oh, alright, I wanted at least one real snow to see the world in a blanket of white and full of crisp winter promise.
Many of you noticed and remarked on something we were pretty pleased with a week and a half ago. We had the results of the UNC-Duke basketball game in The Herald-Sun the morning after the game.
A woman broke down in tears Monday when she told a jury she ran her fingers through the hair of a lifeless 4-year-old boy as a final farewell.
A few days ago, just as I was all geared up to waste a few hours on mindless digital drivel, my Internet went down.
Physicians have long recognized that popular pain relievers like aspirin, ibuprofen and naproxen can harm the digestive tract. These nonsteroidal anti-inflammatory drugs (NSAIDs) are a mainstay of arthritis treatment.
Duke University and UNC-Chapel Hill, for all their storied rivalry and occasionally sincere dislike for each other, lets that battle of the blues fall away when it really matters. At Wednesday’s game, Duke students wore “DEAN” T-shirts — in Duke blue naturally — but with the point of an in memoriam to the late great Dean Smith, storied UNC basketball coach and legend off the court as well.
Even though I am a card-carrying “foodie” who was eating food and carrying cards before it became cool, there are a number of foods and dishes that I never heard of before about March 23, 2008. Fortunately, I have done my research, which I am more than willing to share.
A pair of spectacular photographic exhibitions on Iraq by Lynsey Addario and James Longley are now on view in Durham. Both Addario and Longley are recipients of the prestigious MacArthur Foundation Fellowship.
We are halfway through Black History Month, so that leaves you another two weeks to take advantage of events sharing local and national African-American history. But don’t only learn during the shortest month of the year. Concerts, classrooms, discussions, exhibits — there are a plethora of ways to absorb the knowledge now and later.
Police are investigating a homicide that happened early today on North Miami Boulevard.
Some years ago, just in time for them to become useless, I bought a number of audio cassette music tapes. It was part of my long-standing tradition of hopping on board a new technological trend at the precise moment the trend was ending.
Making art is a three-way partnership: the artist, the work of art, and the viewer. Think about it. Until that object has been seen by someone other than the artist, it is not complete. The collector, of course, is that spectator with the added dimension of having acquired not one, but several objects, from a particular artist.
As I write this a few days before you’re reading it, I know my weekend will include helping my boy write all 21 names in his class on their “Paw Patrol” Valentines. Thankfully this is one activity that cannot become digitized. You don’t give first-graders e-Valentines. No social media Valentine’s Day wishes. It’s the print edition for Valentines at the elementary school level.
Someone recently asked me what do I do now that I am, technically, retired. I don’t play golf. I don’t trade stocks. I don’t complain (at least very much) about how my back hurts. So how do I spend my time? How do I fill my days? Why does retired sound like you are just getting tired again? Here’s my answer.
Breaking news: women like sports. I’m being sarcastic because women have liked sports forever, have played sports, have watched sports, sports, sports, sports, etc. But some advertising folks seem to think that the audience for televised sports is just men who, shall we say, are not intellectual. Or have mothers, wives or daughters. We know that’s not true. Televised sports are a cultural phenomenon that goes way beyond some guy sitting in a recliner with a beer.