I can't always be poetic
One Tree Hill on the WB had a two-hour season finale last night and instead of suffering through the worst American Idol finale ever, I watched it. Constantine, you should have made it. Not sure what America is thinking but, you’re my idol.
For two consecutive days, I’ve caught myself actually semi-enjoying a Creed song. I’m ashamed. Twice, I turned the volume in my car up to pulsing levels, rolled down my windows and sang along. I thought I hated Creed. Don’t tell anyone.
Made brussel sprouts again. Didn’t cook them long enough. It makes all the difference in the world.
And finally, my friend Jess sent me this link yesterday :
It made me think. Only my J-school diploma is more like an $80,000 diploma, which I am still paying off. Love it or hate it, it raises some good points and interestingly enough, the vice-publisher of my company is a Harvard grad with a degree in economics, not journalism.