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My first freelance check from a local publication. Can you believe it? I'm getting paid to write!
Dang, my name looks good in print. 
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| I'm not a big baseball fan, but I found myself yelling and cheering at the TV today. When you're in the city of the home team and in the same room with a sports editor, it's hard to resist.
I can hear the wild crowd through my hotel window.
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| I'm at the Las Vegas airport waiting for my connecting flight to go to the National College Media Convention in St. Louis. Why are there slot machines in the airport? The ringing and bleeping in the background is weirding me out.
I briefly looked at the schedule last night and I just can't wait for the speakers and workshop lined up. Four days of journalistic goodness!
By the way, I love my new Macbook. The sucka across from me is on a clunky PC. The poor unenlightened soul.
My flight is in 35 minutes.
(Yep, the picture is taken with the Macbook.)
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| Yes. I'm alive. Still intact.
Just checking in. I still read all of your posts.
Hello. Goodbye. :)
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