Ahh the Mormons. I am one and I'm not one. It all depends on how you look at. I almost prefer to look at Mormons as a race of people. I'm certainly not a Mormon in practice. However in a cultural sense, I will always be a part of the race. I've got Mormon blood in me. But like a lot of people who feel conflicted about their relationship with a certain group, I myself have a love-hate relationship with Mormonism.
I don't go to church anymore. I don't want to and I don't feel guilty about it. I'm just way too liberal for such a conservative religion. I think abortion should be legal. I believe gay people should be allowed to tie the knot if they so wish. I don't see a problem with premarital sex. I enjoy my Irish Cream cappucinos and I think a beer or a glass of wine are acceptable beverages. My views don't mesh well with Mormon teachings.
And yet...
I don't want to be known as a former Mormon. I don't want my name removed from membership rolls. There's something comforting about being a part (even if I don't play the part) of such a unique and often mis-understood crowd. There's something rebellious and satisfying about telling new friends that I have polygamy in my family. I can walk into any Mormon church in the world and know that help is waiting for me if I need it. I can still walk the grounds of Temple Square and feel a tremendous sense of peace.
And yet...
I can be critical of "The Church." I can roll my eyes at that whole priesthood revelation of the late 1970's. I can snort when young Mormons refuse to see a movie because it's rated "R." I can cringe with embarassment when I explain the whole "undergarments" thing to Mormonism rookies.
And yet....
I'm the first to defend "The Church" when someone makes fun of it. I get exasperated when the ignorant try and tell me Mormons still practice polygamy. I can get irate when someone tries to tell me that Mormons aren't Christians. I can tell the story of Joe Smith and what he's all about and I get frustrated when the listener's eyebrow raises and they say, "What is this crap?"
I don't particularly understand my relationship with Mormonism. Am I believer? Probably not. I'm at a place now where I feel more personally connected with God than at any other time in my life. I got there by doing my own thing...not following Mormon doctrine. But Mormonism isn't just a faith to me. It's a culture. Sometimes that culture is too conservative and over-bearing. But I know that if I ever turn to it for help...I will be received with open arms; even if I do see things a little differently than they do.
But I suppose my relationship with Mormonism is a bit like my view on religion in general. We're all individuals and what works for one doesn't necessarily work for another. That's how I see things. That's why I'll understand those who faithfully follow that Mormon lifestyle just the same as those who shun it with ridicule. Believe what you want to believe. I'm in the middle and I'm happy staying there.
Monday, March 20, 2006
Friday, March 17, 2006
Everyone has their day
Just for a moment picture the state you live in. Does your state have a city or town that's become the "butte" of all jokes. Are they the "butte"hole of your state? Does everyone hate that place and make fun of all who live there?
I'm sure you can think of some place.
In Montana, that place is Butte. It's a town of about 35,000 lying in the heart of southwest Montana. It's called the "Mining City." They got that name because mining was, and in some cases still is, the town's economic foundation. In many ways it's your typical American town.
But they get no respect. For some reason, no one has anything nice to say about Butte.
That is except...for today.
For reasons unknown to me, Butte is the location of one of the largest St. Patrick's Day celebrations in the country. I never knew that until I moved to Montana. But apparently, it's true. I've heard out-of-staters talk about St. Patrick's Day in Butte like it's some sort of pilgrimage.
This just goes to show you that everyone has their day. Even those cities and towns across America that most people like to make fun of.
No one's laughing at Butte today.
Tomorrow will probably be a different story.
I'm sure you can think of some place.
In Montana, that place is Butte. It's a town of about 35,000 lying in the heart of southwest Montana. It's called the "Mining City." They got that name because mining was, and in some cases still is, the town's economic foundation. In many ways it's your typical American town.
But they get no respect. For some reason, no one has anything nice to say about Butte.
That is except...for today.
For reasons unknown to me, Butte is the location of one of the largest St. Patrick's Day celebrations in the country. I never knew that until I moved to Montana. But apparently, it's true. I've heard out-of-staters talk about St. Patrick's Day in Butte like it's some sort of pilgrimage.
This just goes to show you that everyone has their day. Even those cities and towns across America that most people like to make fun of.
No one's laughing at Butte today.
Tomorrow will probably be a different story.
Saturday, March 11, 2006
70 percent
They say about 70% of what a television reporter or anchor projects into a camera actually comes across on TV. Watch a news anchor on TV and they're talking normally. Watch the same show, live in the studio, and the anchor seems to be shouting at you. Emotions, voice, and projection are all diminished in the journey through television. After tonight, I've decided that might be a good thing.
I had my first real laughing fit on television tonight. I've had one before but I was never on camera and was only laughing while our sports anchor did his thing. Tonight was different. It's a little scary to know that I can't control my giggling fits even when I know I'm live on television with thousands of people watching at home.
We were in the middle of our show. Our weather guy was showing people the forecast while Melissa and I patiently waited for it to be our turn to talk. Tara, our camera operator for the night, said something funny and set both Melissa and I off. We laughed and laughed and then APPEARED to pull it together before the weather guy tossed it back to us. Then Melissa flubbed a line, and for some reason...we lost it. She couldn't get the rest of her sentence out. I lost it and muttered something incoherent about cigarettes in an upcoming story. And that was that. Melissa decided it was best if she left the desk because we were afraid we wouldn't be able to get through the next segment. It was pretty damn funny.
Probably funnier to us. We watched the tape after the show, and while it was very noticeable and very funny, only about 70% of the idiocy we projected, actually showed up on TV. So I figure that 30% of material left out might be a good thing.
Linco
I had my first real laughing fit on television tonight. I've had one before but I was never on camera and was only laughing while our sports anchor did his thing. Tonight was different. It's a little scary to know that I can't control my giggling fits even when I know I'm live on television with thousands of people watching at home.
We were in the middle of our show. Our weather guy was showing people the forecast while Melissa and I patiently waited for it to be our turn to talk. Tara, our camera operator for the night, said something funny and set both Melissa and I off. We laughed and laughed and then APPEARED to pull it together before the weather guy tossed it back to us. Then Melissa flubbed a line, and for some reason...we lost it. She couldn't get the rest of her sentence out. I lost it and muttered something incoherent about cigarettes in an upcoming story. And that was that. Melissa decided it was best if she left the desk because we were afraid we wouldn't be able to get through the next segment. It was pretty damn funny.
Probably funnier to us. We watched the tape after the show, and while it was very noticeable and very funny, only about 70% of the idiocy we projected, actually showed up on TV. So I figure that 30% of material left out might be a good thing.
Linco
Friday, March 10, 2006
2 weeks?
Is that really all the vacation I get? Two freakin' weeks. There's one more aspect of the real world that pretty much sucks. That's not nearly enough. I think everyone deserves at least 4 weeks of vacation a year. Possibly more. I'm just used to having so much time off. Not only did I get one to two months off between seasons during the past four years, but I had a lot of time off while I was working as well. As a bellman at the Many Glacier Hotel, I got three days off a week. Three days! And I could have those days back to back with the next week and get 6 days off in a row. It was awesome. But back to reality. Now I get 2 weeks a year. That sucks.
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
March & Fame
The subjects of my title have nothing to do with each other. They're just the two topics I'll be discussing in this rambling post.
First up: March.
I'm so happy it's here. First, my 26th birthday is this March. And it's my Golden one. I'll be 26 on the 26th....in 2006. Although I guess it would be cooler if it was 2026. But whatever. I'll take it. I'll be flying to Colorado for my birthday and hitting the slopes at 3 different ski resorts. Not only that, I'll be hanging out with my friends from Glacier. It will be good times for all I'm sure.
Second, I'll be getting a break from work when I go to Colorado. Don't get me wrong. I love my job. I'm lucky to have it. But things have been go, go, go ever since I started back in November. It'll be a chance to look back and reflect on what's happened to me in the past few months.
Third, Spring begins in March. I can't really recall a time when I've been so happy to say good-bye to Winter. I'm just longing for the hot summer nights (we get a few of them in Montana) and the ability to walk outside without a jacket.
Fourth, when March begins, February ends. And this February has been non-stop. Some good things happened, but just like Winter, I won't be sorry to see February go.
Fifth, one of my favorite holidays is in March: St. Patrick's Day. I'm not really sure what you're supposed to be celebrating on St. Patrick's Day. I don't really care to know. I'll just stick with the belief that it's all about the color green...which does happen to be my favorite color. And on what other holiday are you allowed to pinch people who aren't being festive? Sounds good to me.
That's all for my ramblings on March. Now for a few things about fame.
I'm not calling myself famous. I'm a news anchor in a small town in Montana after all. But I am often recognized in this small town. I've always wondered what fame would be like. Frankly, it's kind of unsettling. What is the protocol when someone approaches you and says they watch you on TV every night? I have no idea. When it happens, I feel very sheepish and the urge to get away quickly overcomes me. I was at the gym one day on the treadmill when a commercial for our station (with several shots of me) came on the TV. This was the gym remember so it actually came on 4 or 5 different TV's. I wanted to die. The guy next to me turned his head with a look of recognition and smiled. I avoided eye contact. I was embarassed. I don't know why. I shouldn't be. But I was. And for every person who recognizes me and says something, there are others who keep their mouths shut. That creates further problems because they still give me that look of recognition without the explanation. Therefore I'm thinking this stranger is giving me a dirty look for no reason and I return the favor. It doesn't occur to me that they recognize me. I'm just thinking they're jerks. So then they go home, tell their family they saw the "news guy" at the store and then say, "he was kind of a jerk. He gave me a dirty look." Then there are people who recognize you, but they're not sure why? That happened tonight as my co-anchor and I went to Cold Stone. We're at the counter and the girl says, "do you guys go to Grace Bible Church?" Melissa says no. She says, "then why are you guys so familiar?" Melissa and I look at each other and smile. Then she leans over the counter, puts her hand to her mouth as if to conceal what she's about to say, and whispers, "We're on the news." So then the girl yelps, "oh wow! I knew I knew you from somewhere." That brings attention to us and again...I want to die.
The moral of the story: I'm not really sure I have one. Maybe it's this though: People say they want to be "rich and famous." I'll take the "rich" any day. I'm not so comfortable with the "fame."
Linco
First up: March.
I'm so happy it's here. First, my 26th birthday is this March. And it's my Golden one. I'll be 26 on the 26th....in 2006. Although I guess it would be cooler if it was 2026. But whatever. I'll take it. I'll be flying to Colorado for my birthday and hitting the slopes at 3 different ski resorts. Not only that, I'll be hanging out with my friends from Glacier. It will be good times for all I'm sure.
Second, I'll be getting a break from work when I go to Colorado. Don't get me wrong. I love my job. I'm lucky to have it. But things have been go, go, go ever since I started back in November. It'll be a chance to look back and reflect on what's happened to me in the past few months.
Third, Spring begins in March. I can't really recall a time when I've been so happy to say good-bye to Winter. I'm just longing for the hot summer nights (we get a few of them in Montana) and the ability to walk outside without a jacket.
Fourth, when March begins, February ends. And this February has been non-stop. Some good things happened, but just like Winter, I won't be sorry to see February go.
Fifth, one of my favorite holidays is in March: St. Patrick's Day. I'm not really sure what you're supposed to be celebrating on St. Patrick's Day. I don't really care to know. I'll just stick with the belief that it's all about the color green...which does happen to be my favorite color. And on what other holiday are you allowed to pinch people who aren't being festive? Sounds good to me.
That's all for my ramblings on March. Now for a few things about fame.
I'm not calling myself famous. I'm a news anchor in a small town in Montana after all. But I am often recognized in this small town. I've always wondered what fame would be like. Frankly, it's kind of unsettling. What is the protocol when someone approaches you and says they watch you on TV every night? I have no idea. When it happens, I feel very sheepish and the urge to get away quickly overcomes me. I was at the gym one day on the treadmill when a commercial for our station (with several shots of me) came on the TV. This was the gym remember so it actually came on 4 or 5 different TV's. I wanted to die. The guy next to me turned his head with a look of recognition and smiled. I avoided eye contact. I was embarassed. I don't know why. I shouldn't be. But I was. And for every person who recognizes me and says something, there are others who keep their mouths shut. That creates further problems because they still give me that look of recognition without the explanation. Therefore I'm thinking this stranger is giving me a dirty look for no reason and I return the favor. It doesn't occur to me that they recognize me. I'm just thinking they're jerks. So then they go home, tell their family they saw the "news guy" at the store and then say, "he was kind of a jerk. He gave me a dirty look." Then there are people who recognize you, but they're not sure why? That happened tonight as my co-anchor and I went to Cold Stone. We're at the counter and the girl says, "do you guys go to Grace Bible Church?" Melissa says no. She says, "then why are you guys so familiar?" Melissa and I look at each other and smile. Then she leans over the counter, puts her hand to her mouth as if to conceal what she's about to say, and whispers, "We're on the news." So then the girl yelps, "oh wow! I knew I knew you from somewhere." That brings attention to us and again...I want to die.
The moral of the story: I'm not really sure I have one. Maybe it's this though: People say they want to be "rich and famous." I'll take the "rich" any day. I'm not so comfortable with the "fame."
Linco
Friday, February 24, 2006
Busy
I'm busy.
Very busy.
It's February sweeps right now. Some outside the TV world know what that is. Some do not. I'm not going to explain it. Suffice it to say that during this time, we are working overtime. A lot of it. I worked 32 hours of overtime last week.
Therefore, forgive my sporadic postings.
Not that I entertain anyone with my ramblings anyway. Just thought I'd explain.
March is SUPPOSED to be better. I'm praying for that.
Adios
Very busy.
It's February sweeps right now. Some outside the TV world know what that is. Some do not. I'm not going to explain it. Suffice it to say that during this time, we are working overtime. A lot of it. I worked 32 hours of overtime last week.
Therefore, forgive my sporadic postings.
Not that I entertain anyone with my ramblings anyway. Just thought I'd explain.
March is SUPPOSED to be better. I'm praying for that.
Adios
Sunday, February 12, 2006
Randomness
Why is it that most Olympic sports are only popular during the Olympics? No one gives a crap about ski jumping or speed skating or bobsledding at any other time. But suddenly, once every four years, we're glued to the TV rooting for the American team...probably not having any clue who's actually on it. Or if we do know who the team members are, we soon forget about them after the games are over. Just wondering why.
My iPod stopped working the other day. Well...maybe "stopped working" isn't the right way to put it. It's more like my approximately 750 songs...disappeared. Seriously. I picked it up, turned it on, and...nothing. Everything was gone. How the hell did that happen? No one else has touched it. It hasn't been hooked up to a computer in months. I had listened to music only a week before. There is no plausible explanation. I called Apple and even they didn't know and suggested I take it to an Apple store. Good luck finding one of those in Montana. Maybe it's a sign that I should get one of the video iPods.
The heat went out in the house I live in. The upstairs thermostat just stopped working. I woke up the other morning, crawled out of bed, shivered, and then saw my breath leave my body. That's not acceptable. You shouldn't be seeing your breath inside your own bedroom. So I went to Costco and bought a space heater since the problem wasn't supposed to be fixed til Monday. It worked well. And then, with our thermostat ripped off the wall and lying in pieces on the floor...the heat started working. Now it won't turn off. So I find myself in the awkward position of baking in my bedroom with the temperature hovering around 10 degrees outside. Irritating.
I love Wal-Mart. I know I'm not supposed to. I know the people who run it are evil, evil people. I know they've completely changed the landscape of worldwide business...and not for the better. But everything they sell is....so....damn....cheap. I can run to Albertson's and buy a box of Great Grains cereal for $4.78. Or I can get the same box at Wal-Mart for $2.45. I can stop by the gas station and buy a gallon of milk for $4.69. Or I can buy the same gallon at Wal-Mart for $2.58. It's amazingly affordable. I'm sorry everyone. I feel like I'm supporting terrorism or something but I just can't help it. Forgive me.
That's all for now. Adios.
Linco
My iPod stopped working the other day. Well...maybe "stopped working" isn't the right way to put it. It's more like my approximately 750 songs...disappeared. Seriously. I picked it up, turned it on, and...nothing. Everything was gone. How the hell did that happen? No one else has touched it. It hasn't been hooked up to a computer in months. I had listened to music only a week before. There is no plausible explanation. I called Apple and even they didn't know and suggested I take it to an Apple store. Good luck finding one of those in Montana. Maybe it's a sign that I should get one of the video iPods.
The heat went out in the house I live in. The upstairs thermostat just stopped working. I woke up the other morning, crawled out of bed, shivered, and then saw my breath leave my body. That's not acceptable. You shouldn't be seeing your breath inside your own bedroom. So I went to Costco and bought a space heater since the problem wasn't supposed to be fixed til Monday. It worked well. And then, with our thermostat ripped off the wall and lying in pieces on the floor...the heat started working. Now it won't turn off. So I find myself in the awkward position of baking in my bedroom with the temperature hovering around 10 degrees outside. Irritating.
I love Wal-Mart. I know I'm not supposed to. I know the people who run it are evil, evil people. I know they've completely changed the landscape of worldwide business...and not for the better. But everything they sell is....so....damn....cheap. I can run to Albertson's and buy a box of Great Grains cereal for $4.78. Or I can get the same box at Wal-Mart for $2.45. I can stop by the gas station and buy a gallon of milk for $4.69. Or I can buy the same gallon at Wal-Mart for $2.58. It's amazingly affordable. I'm sorry everyone. I feel like I'm supporting terrorism or something but I just can't help it. Forgive me.
That's all for now. Adios.
Linco
Thursday, February 02, 2006
I'm scum
...or at least I can see why people would think so.
Today I approached a woman and asked her if she could elaborate on the fact that her husband may be under investigation for child molestation.
I felt awful about it. I didn't want to talk to her about it. But at the same time I knew there was a story there. I won't go into specifics but if such allegations are true, there are many in the community who could be affected. I truly believe it's an important story to tell.
But it didn't make it any easier for me to approach her. Not much was said. I tried to be sensitive. She was courteous. Nothing of value came out of it.
This isn't an easy job. It IS easy for others to sit back and judge what I do. I have to come to terms with the fact that I may have to approach people I don't want to approach and ask questions I don't want to ask. But I'm making myself a vow to never do that unless I feel it's justified. I won't do it to be sensational.
"Reporters don't care about people." Maybe some don't. I, however, do. Even when I'm making someone uncomfortable and they'd just as soon spit in my face as talk to me...I still care. I promise.
Today I approached a woman and asked her if she could elaborate on the fact that her husband may be under investigation for child molestation.
I felt awful about it. I didn't want to talk to her about it. But at the same time I knew there was a story there. I won't go into specifics but if such allegations are true, there are many in the community who could be affected. I truly believe it's an important story to tell.
But it didn't make it any easier for me to approach her. Not much was said. I tried to be sensitive. She was courteous. Nothing of value came out of it.
This isn't an easy job. It IS easy for others to sit back and judge what I do. I have to come to terms with the fact that I may have to approach people I don't want to approach and ask questions I don't want to ask. But I'm making myself a vow to never do that unless I feel it's justified. I won't do it to be sensational.
"Reporters don't care about people." Maybe some don't. I, however, do. Even when I'm making someone uncomfortable and they'd just as soon spit in my face as talk to me...I still care. I promise.
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
Holy @$%#...
...I said something tonight that scared the crap out of me. When it popped out of my mouth I gasped loudly in shock. How could I have said that? What does it mean?
What did I say?
As I was watching our little monkey president's state of the union address I blurted out...
"you know, I think he's growing on me." :-0 NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
What did I say?
As I was watching our little monkey president's state of the union address I blurted out...
"you know, I think he's growing on me." :-0 NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
Friday, January 27, 2006
20 Years
It was 20 years ago on Saturday when my dream of being a journalist was born.
I was in kindergarten 20 years ago about ready to head home for the day. I remember grabbing stuff off my desk and then heading for the door. I noticed my teacher staring up at the TV with her hand over her mouth. I looked up at the TV and my 5 year old mind processed what it could. Then another teacher came in, looked at me watching and said, "Isn't it sad?" I remember nodding and then walking out the door.
After I got home that day I sat in front of the TV watching news coverage of the Challenger explosion. I couldn't stop. The image of the shuttle exploding fascinated me. The reporters on the scene fascinated me. The anchors in the studio fascinated me. (I suppose I should admit this was the moment my childhood crush on Michelle King began as well). As I watched all of these people on television, I thought to myself, "I want to do that."
Twenty years later, hear I am. Who knows where the future will take me? For right now, I'm just happy my childhood dream's been realized.
Linco
I was in kindergarten 20 years ago about ready to head home for the day. I remember grabbing stuff off my desk and then heading for the door. I noticed my teacher staring up at the TV with her hand over her mouth. I looked up at the TV and my 5 year old mind processed what it could. Then another teacher came in, looked at me watching and said, "Isn't it sad?" I remember nodding and then walking out the door.
After I got home that day I sat in front of the TV watching news coverage of the Challenger explosion. I couldn't stop. The image of the shuttle exploding fascinated me. The reporters on the scene fascinated me. The anchors in the studio fascinated me. (I suppose I should admit this was the moment my childhood crush on Michelle King began as well). As I watched all of these people on television, I thought to myself, "I want to do that."
Twenty years later, hear I am. Who knows where the future will take me? For right now, I'm just happy my childhood dream's been realized.
Linco
Sunday, January 22, 2006
Good People
Here is just a small sampling of people I like. (in no particular order)
Kathryn - a friend since high school. we survived kelly roberts together. that could bond anyone. however it is our love of the Olive Garden which really joins our souls. who would have guessed that she would be the most constant friend I have in life? only 5 more years kathryn...until our self-imposed nuptuals. are you ready?
Heidi - could turn out to be my closest Glacier friend. she whines a lot and has thus led me into the habit of whining. also one of the only people I feel comfortable giving an alien-type stuffed animal to as a christmas present...with the knowledge that she'll love it. Thank God we both have Verizon, otherwise our nightly chat sessions would be drying up my bank account.
Chris - I won't be climbing Mt. McKinley with him anytime soon (yes he's done that) but I have found a fellow "useless bit of information" connoisseur in Chris. If I ever have to share a mundane fact that most would find boring, I know Chris will be a receptive audience. He's also got some creative "yer mom" jokes up his sleeve which is always appreciated.
Erin - Oh Bean. What can I say? It's quite a history we share. Lots of ups and downs. However I still fondly recall sitting in your living room, both of us bored to tears wondering what to do for the night. We hear the phone ring and our ears perk up. We look at each other and we both wonder aloud, "Friend? Friend?" Then we rush to the phone to have our hopes crushed.
Danny - My big-headed friend from Michigan. And I'm not talking about ego. I'm talking about the size of his head. It's abnormally large. People notice it. It's a little wierd. But I love him. He came to Glacier a few years ago a naive, pretty-boy from rural Michigan. Of course his "prettiness" did nothing to hide the "hick" that lies within him. He's come a long way though...even educating himself by watching the news....even if it is just to mock my anchoring abilities.
Audrey - She's a bitch. No lie. She knows it too. Everyone who meets her says the same thing. Even the few that can push through her bitchy barrier and make her actually like them (thankfully I'm one of them) will say she's a bitch. But she's one of those people you can love and adore anyway. Maybe you don't want to like her but you can't help it. She has a charm that's irresistable. Perhaps is some sort of brainwashing from the Devil.
Liz - Oh Liz. I still remember the days of The Visit. Our friendship was forged (along with a feud between you and Bean) during my acting debut. I didn't have a big part but because I was your friend, I was cool. Cool by association. Is there anything better? I can't believe you have a baby. I wasn't sure your ego would leave room for a baby, but it's become apparent that you are one hell of a mother. Good job. I might be a news anchor but my greatest job will always be the time spent as your boytoy.
Whitney - "People don't want to like me, but they can't help it." Oh how true Whitney. At one point in life I was to take Whitney out to breakfast at one of the most expensive restaurants in Salt Lake City. Unfortunately she didn't show up. The reason? She got too drunk the night before. Oh I wanted to hate her. But she has a knack for making you love her. So I do.
Hmm, I guess that's all for now. I'll update at a later date with more people I like.
Linco
Kathryn - a friend since high school. we survived kelly roberts together. that could bond anyone. however it is our love of the Olive Garden which really joins our souls. who would have guessed that she would be the most constant friend I have in life? only 5 more years kathryn...until our self-imposed nuptuals. are you ready?
Heidi - could turn out to be my closest Glacier friend. she whines a lot and has thus led me into the habit of whining. also one of the only people I feel comfortable giving an alien-type stuffed animal to as a christmas present...with the knowledge that she'll love it. Thank God we both have Verizon, otherwise our nightly chat sessions would be drying up my bank account.
Chris - I won't be climbing Mt. McKinley with him anytime soon (yes he's done that) but I have found a fellow "useless bit of information" connoisseur in Chris. If I ever have to share a mundane fact that most would find boring, I know Chris will be a receptive audience. He's also got some creative "yer mom" jokes up his sleeve which is always appreciated.
Erin - Oh Bean. What can I say? It's quite a history we share. Lots of ups and downs. However I still fondly recall sitting in your living room, both of us bored to tears wondering what to do for the night. We hear the phone ring and our ears perk up. We look at each other and we both wonder aloud, "Friend? Friend?" Then we rush to the phone to have our hopes crushed.
Danny - My big-headed friend from Michigan. And I'm not talking about ego. I'm talking about the size of his head. It's abnormally large. People notice it. It's a little wierd. But I love him. He came to Glacier a few years ago a naive, pretty-boy from rural Michigan. Of course his "prettiness" did nothing to hide the "hick" that lies within him. He's come a long way though...even educating himself by watching the news....even if it is just to mock my anchoring abilities.
Audrey - She's a bitch. No lie. She knows it too. Everyone who meets her says the same thing. Even the few that can push through her bitchy barrier and make her actually like them (thankfully I'm one of them) will say she's a bitch. But she's one of those people you can love and adore anyway. Maybe you don't want to like her but you can't help it. She has a charm that's irresistable. Perhaps is some sort of brainwashing from the Devil.
Liz - Oh Liz. I still remember the days of The Visit. Our friendship was forged (along with a feud between you and Bean) during my acting debut. I didn't have a big part but because I was your friend, I was cool. Cool by association. Is there anything better? I can't believe you have a baby. I wasn't sure your ego would leave room for a baby, but it's become apparent that you are one hell of a mother. Good job. I might be a news anchor but my greatest job will always be the time spent as your boytoy.
Whitney - "People don't want to like me, but they can't help it." Oh how true Whitney. At one point in life I was to take Whitney out to breakfast at one of the most expensive restaurants in Salt Lake City. Unfortunately she didn't show up. The reason? She got too drunk the night before. Oh I wanted to hate her. But she has a knack for making you love her. So I do.
Hmm, I guess that's all for now. I'll update at a later date with more people I like.
Linco
Thursday, January 19, 2006
Breaking News...or not
Oops.
Tonight, in the middle of the newscast, Melissa and I told our friendly Montana viewers that "we had breaking news." There had been an earthquake measuring nearly 4.0 on the Richter Scale "just minutes ago." We went "live" to our reporter Andrew "for the latest" on this "breaking news story." Andrew tells us the quake was felt "over a wide region of southwest Montana" and that it just occurred."
This was all fine and dandy....except that we were wrong.
Very, very wrong.
There was a quake but it was nearly 12 hours earlier. A viewer called in and said "uh, you guys have it wrong."
We felt stupid. I won't get into the details but I will say that while we were wrong, it was a legitimate mistake. We don't have a big staff and all of the initial information led us to go ahead with the "breaking news story." If we had a few more people working for us, it might have gone differently.
So tonight was fairly embarrassing. Oh and let's not forget my cell phone started to ring as I'm telling Montana viewers about this quake. We work in a small space and my cell phone could easily be heard on the air. After the show I get a message from Kathryn stating, "I just realized you're probably doing the news right now. I hope I'm not interrupting some breaking news story or something like that."
I laughed out loud.
So to summarize we lied to the viewers tonight and they were treated to a cell phone rendition of the Gilligan's Island theme. Woohoo!
Linco
Tonight, in the middle of the newscast, Melissa and I told our friendly Montana viewers that "we had breaking news." There had been an earthquake measuring nearly 4.0 on the Richter Scale "just minutes ago." We went "live" to our reporter Andrew "for the latest" on this "breaking news story." Andrew tells us the quake was felt "over a wide region of southwest Montana" and that it just occurred."
This was all fine and dandy....except that we were wrong.
Very, very wrong.
There was a quake but it was nearly 12 hours earlier. A viewer called in and said "uh, you guys have it wrong."
We felt stupid. I won't get into the details but I will say that while we were wrong, it was a legitimate mistake. We don't have a big staff and all of the initial information led us to go ahead with the "breaking news story." If we had a few more people working for us, it might have gone differently.
So tonight was fairly embarrassing. Oh and let's not forget my cell phone started to ring as I'm telling Montana viewers about this quake. We work in a small space and my cell phone could easily be heard on the air. After the show I get a message from Kathryn stating, "I just realized you're probably doing the news right now. I hope I'm not interrupting some breaking news story or something like that."
I laughed out loud.
So to summarize we lied to the viewers tonight and they were treated to a cell phone rendition of the Gilligan's Island theme. Woohoo!
Linco
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
Big Brother Is Watching
My boss is critiquing me.
Every day he is sent a tape of the previous night's 10 o'clock newscast. Then at 2 in the afternoon, me, my co-anchor Melissa, our producer, Steve the sports anchor, and our local boss sit down for a conference call with the big boss who's in another town 3 hours away.
We listen on speaker phone as he watches the newscast. It's an unsettling experience. I haven't been told that I suck, but to listen in as he scrutinizes my performance is nerve-racking. I don't like it when Big Brother watches me.
Every day he is sent a tape of the previous night's 10 o'clock newscast. Then at 2 in the afternoon, me, my co-anchor Melissa, our producer, Steve the sports anchor, and our local boss sit down for a conference call with the big boss who's in another town 3 hours away.
We listen on speaker phone as he watches the newscast. It's an unsettling experience. I haven't been told that I suck, but to listen in as he scrutinizes my performance is nerve-racking. I don't like it when Big Brother watches me.
Friday, January 06, 2006
Summer
I long for it. I want to wear shorts. I want to hike in the mountains. I want to drive my car with the window down. I want to leave my jacket at home. I don't want to see my breath anymore when I breathe. I'm tired of the sun setting at 5:30.
I long for summer.
I don't know why really. I've always been a 4 season kind of guy. Well 3 season I guess. I've never thought much of Spring. As Spring approaches you're tired of winter and you just want it to be warm. You don't have the patience to put up with Spring. But as for the other 3 seasons, I've always liked them. So what is this sudden annoyance with winter? I guess it's the fact I'm working through it. In the past I've had fun all winter long. I could snowboard everyday. I had the opportunity to play ALL THE TIME.
Now I work. Now I drive through the snow. Now it's just something I put up with. How sad. I hope my fondness for winter isn't gone forever. I'll worry about that later. For now....
...I long for summer.
Linco
I long for summer.
I don't know why really. I've always been a 4 season kind of guy. Well 3 season I guess. I've never thought much of Spring. As Spring approaches you're tired of winter and you just want it to be warm. You don't have the patience to put up with Spring. But as for the other 3 seasons, I've always liked them. So what is this sudden annoyance with winter? I guess it's the fact I'm working through it. In the past I've had fun all winter long. I could snowboard everyday. I had the opportunity to play ALL THE TIME.
Now I work. Now I drive through the snow. Now it's just something I put up with. How sad. I hope my fondness for winter isn't gone forever. I'll worry about that later. For now....
...I long for summer.
Linco
Sunday, January 01, 2006
Happy New Year
Where will I be in a year?
I ask that question every New Year's Eve. Inevitably, I always find myself looking back and thinking, "a year ago, I never would have guessed THIS is where I'd end up." For instance, I found myself on my town's Main Street when midnight finally came. I was crouching on the ground, video camera upon my shoulder, taping a group of people counting down to the new year. Later, as I was walking away, I smiled to myself. "I never would have guessed a year ago, this is where I'd end up."
So where will I be on December 31, 2006. I have no idea. I've decided uncertainties like that are what make life intriguing.
But let's back up. Let's reminisce on 2005. In all honesty this past year could be the best year of my life so far. I started it in Big Sky, Montana. For the first few months of the year I snowboarded to my heart's content and made a lot of money toting the bags of rich folks around. I also got to know some pretty amazing people. The Holy Trinity of Chris, Josh, and Brian came into my life. Good, good guys. Nicole became one of my favorites as well. Established friendships were tested but ultimately nurtured. And I began to sense that my seasonal life was coming to an end.
I moved on to Glacier for my 4th consecutive year in May. Deep down I knew it was my last extended stay in the park so every magical moment there was amplified a bit. There was more of the same here. New people entered my life. (Hello Heidi) Old friendships were strengthened. (Dave, Audrey, Ron) I spent a lot of time with the park. She knew I was sad about leaving her so she was pretty good to me. No major mishaps. No bad weather. No bears. No miserable hikes. I left in September with a bittersweet taste in my mouth. I knew I was moving on and I was thrilled about that. But it's never easy to leave something that works so well for you.
Fall came. I got serious about the job hunting. To be honest I wasn't optimistic. My credentials were 4 years old and I was afraid no one would care to take a chance on someone out of the game for so long. But they were all I had so I went for it. The response was more than I could have hoped for. I got a lot of replies and eventually ended up where I am now. I'm living my dream as a news anchor and curiously wondering what 2006 has in store for me.
Happy New Year everyone.
I ask that question every New Year's Eve. Inevitably, I always find myself looking back and thinking, "a year ago, I never would have guessed THIS is where I'd end up." For instance, I found myself on my town's Main Street when midnight finally came. I was crouching on the ground, video camera upon my shoulder, taping a group of people counting down to the new year. Later, as I was walking away, I smiled to myself. "I never would have guessed a year ago, this is where I'd end up."
So where will I be on December 31, 2006. I have no idea. I've decided uncertainties like that are what make life intriguing.
But let's back up. Let's reminisce on 2005. In all honesty this past year could be the best year of my life so far. I started it in Big Sky, Montana. For the first few months of the year I snowboarded to my heart's content and made a lot of money toting the bags of rich folks around. I also got to know some pretty amazing people. The Holy Trinity of Chris, Josh, and Brian came into my life. Good, good guys. Nicole became one of my favorites as well. Established friendships were tested but ultimately nurtured. And I began to sense that my seasonal life was coming to an end.
I moved on to Glacier for my 4th consecutive year in May. Deep down I knew it was my last extended stay in the park so every magical moment there was amplified a bit. There was more of the same here. New people entered my life. (Hello Heidi) Old friendships were strengthened. (Dave, Audrey, Ron) I spent a lot of time with the park. She knew I was sad about leaving her so she was pretty good to me. No major mishaps. No bad weather. No bears. No miserable hikes. I left in September with a bittersweet taste in my mouth. I knew I was moving on and I was thrilled about that. But it's never easy to leave something that works so well for you.
Fall came. I got serious about the job hunting. To be honest I wasn't optimistic. My credentials were 4 years old and I was afraid no one would care to take a chance on someone out of the game for so long. But they were all I had so I went for it. The response was more than I could have hoped for. I got a lot of replies and eventually ended up where I am now. I'm living my dream as a news anchor and curiously wondering what 2006 has in store for me.
Happy New Year everyone.
Thursday, December 29, 2005
New Year's Eve 2003
No, I'm not an idiot. I realize it's 2005.
I'm just fondly remembering my New Year's Eve of 2 years ago. I was in New Zealand working in Mt. Cook National Park. The village pub was hopping with all the locals. The endless liquor was provided by the company free of charge.
I was dancing. Yes I danced. Those who know me know what a feat that is for me. They're also probably wondering how much alcohol coursed threw my veins that night to make me take to the dance floor....and actually have fun in the process. Well, it was a lot. Too much depending how you look at things. For as I exited the pub to get some air I sat down next to a big boulder, rested my head on the rock, and passed out. Next thing I know, my boss...the owner of the hotel...shoves me into a car with his wife and son. Then I'm escorted to my room.
My story was a big hit the next day. The boss was cool with it. He thought it was funny. So I guess I did too. Getting drunk isn't why New Year's Eve 2003 was great. It was great because I had fun. I laughed with people. I danced with people. I celebrated with people. People I loved. I had a great time. I mention because this New Year's Eve will be different.
This year, I'm on call. I get to wait for all the other idiots out there to hurt or kill themselves, and then go with camera in hand to cover the aftermath. Let's all hope for the best.
I'm just fondly remembering my New Year's Eve of 2 years ago. I was in New Zealand working in Mt. Cook National Park. The village pub was hopping with all the locals. The endless liquor was provided by the company free of charge.
I was dancing. Yes I danced. Those who know me know what a feat that is for me. They're also probably wondering how much alcohol coursed threw my veins that night to make me take to the dance floor....and actually have fun in the process. Well, it was a lot. Too much depending how you look at things. For as I exited the pub to get some air I sat down next to a big boulder, rested my head on the rock, and passed out. Next thing I know, my boss...the owner of the hotel...shoves me into a car with his wife and son. Then I'm escorted to my room.
My story was a big hit the next day. The boss was cool with it. He thought it was funny. So I guess I did too. Getting drunk isn't why New Year's Eve 2003 was great. It was great because I had fun. I laughed with people. I danced with people. I celebrated with people. People I loved. I had a great time. I mention because this New Year's Eve will be different.
This year, I'm on call. I get to wait for all the other idiots out there to hurt or kill themselves, and then go with camera in hand to cover the aftermath. Let's all hope for the best.
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
$1000
That's how much money I won today. One thousand dollars.
Nearly 4 weeks ago I went with my boss to get a cell phone for work. While there the manager had us fill out a contest form for a $1000 giveaway. I filled my form out absent-mindedly.
Today that same manager called and told me I had won. Needless to say I was excited...but I kept it together. Sure, I have some money I didn't have before but a thousand bucks isn't THAT much these days. Not that I'm complaining. Things worked out well for me. They didn't work out for this cell phone provider. The whole reason for having the contest was for advertisement and promotional purposes. Unfortunately they can't use me or my picture in anything. The TV station I work for owns my image and likeness. They weren't too happy about that. They had just wasted a thousand bucks on someone they can't photograph. Too bad for them.
Good for me. :)
Nearly 4 weeks ago I went with my boss to get a cell phone for work. While there the manager had us fill out a contest form for a $1000 giveaway. I filled my form out absent-mindedly.
Today that same manager called and told me I had won. Needless to say I was excited...but I kept it together. Sure, I have some money I didn't have before but a thousand bucks isn't THAT much these days. Not that I'm complaining. Things worked out well for me. They didn't work out for this cell phone provider. The whole reason for having the contest was for advertisement and promotional purposes. Unfortunately they can't use me or my picture in anything. The TV station I work for owns my image and likeness. They weren't too happy about that. They had just wasted a thousand bucks on someone they can't photograph. Too bad for them.
Good for me. :)
Saturday, December 17, 2005
Country Songs
So I'm driving home tonight listening to the radio. Well...I was doing more thinking than listening. I noticed when a rather sad song came on but I wasn't really listening to the words. That is until this doozy of a line...
"the difference is, Jesus loves you...I don't."
My ears perked up for a moment. And then I laughed. Out loud. For a long time. You've got to love country songs.
"the difference is, Jesus loves you...I don't."
My ears perked up for a moment. And then I laughed. Out loud. For a long time. You've got to love country songs.
Thursday, December 15, 2005
A news anchor....
....is only as good as his TelePrompTer. So I guess in my case....I suck...because our prompter sucks. I guess it's good experience to learn how to anchor a newscast without the aid of a prompter. I just didn't expect it to happen during my second week. Well it did. The prompter went down tonight. I performed respectably enough. I looked down a lot at my scripts but I guess that couldn't be avoided. But the very noticeable crack in my voice (which occured because I was so damn nervous) could have been. At least now I can walk around town and have the people in our station's viewing area congratulate me on finally reaching puberty. Yay me.
Dakota
That's the name of the dog I saved today.
Okay, he wasn't in harms way when I opened the door of my car and told him to jump in...but you never know what could have happened.
Here's the story:
I had to take my roommate to go get his van this morning. I had picked him up the night before from a party because he was WAY too drunk to drive. So this morning as we went to retrieve the vehicle, we saw a dog running in the road ahead of us. He was facing the other way, in our lane, running like he didn't have a care in the world. Both of us chuckled as we approached this animal. As we got closer he moved off to a snow bank on the side of the road. Then it hit me.
"I know that dog," I said out loud. "That's Dakota!"
I had met Dakota only one time before. He belongs to my co-anchor's boyfriend. She usually watches him during the day while the boyfriend is working. Anyway, I realized it was him, pulled over, opened the door and asked him to come inside. The blissful little mutt obliged and hopped right in. I then took him home and we all lived happily ever after.
The End
Okay, he wasn't in harms way when I opened the door of my car and told him to jump in...but you never know what could have happened.
Here's the story:
I had to take my roommate to go get his van this morning. I had picked him up the night before from a party because he was WAY too drunk to drive. So this morning as we went to retrieve the vehicle, we saw a dog running in the road ahead of us. He was facing the other way, in our lane, running like he didn't have a care in the world. Both of us chuckled as we approached this animal. As we got closer he moved off to a snow bank on the side of the road. Then it hit me.
"I know that dog," I said out loud. "That's Dakota!"
I had met Dakota only one time before. He belongs to my co-anchor's boyfriend. She usually watches him during the day while the boyfriend is working. Anyway, I realized it was him, pulled over, opened the door and asked him to come inside. The blissful little mutt obliged and hopped right in. I then took him home and we all lived happily ever after.
The End
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