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All the stuff I missed while I was gone...

Amazing. I'm gone for one short week, away from most news and media outlets, I come back and -- whammo, look at all I missed. I'm trying to catch up. If you'd like to read along with me, here's a few top tidbits.

- A UI professor of poly sci is on leave while investigators try to determine whether he, indeed, propositioned something along the lines of "show me your t**s and I'll give you a better grade" to four of his female students. That's after the University's still reeling from the alleged sexual assault of a woman by two football stars last year. Welcome to "Sex Scandal of the Semester." Should look great in the admissions brochures.

- The Olympics, in general, and Michael Phelps, specifically. I'm teensy weensy crushing on this boy. Eight gold medals and have you SEEN those abs??

- I think Russia's being a bully again.

- Who's the minority? We caucasians will be soon, according to a new report by the Census Bureau. Non-Hispanic whites will drop below 50 percent of the population as early as 2042, according to Bureau projections and about 10 years earlier than demographers previously had predicted.

- Morley, Iowa's fire chief's barn burned down. Not sure that's significant news, but it was on the quirky side.

- Comedian Bernie Mac died. My inlaws exclaimed, "Who's Bernie Mac?" But they'd probably ask that of nearly any entertainment person who died. So I'd say it's still pretty big news.

- Ellen and Portia tied the knot, becoming the first high-profile couple to wed since California legalized same-sex marriages. Way to go, ladies! But I wish someone would have talked Portia out of that dress choice. She looked like she was trapped in a giant cone of cotton candy.

And in the biggest bit of news for you and me both -- on the Wednesday of our vacation, I got a cell phone call in the middle of a state park in Wisconsin from someone offering me a full-time job. I took it, without even asking about salary. Desperate, much?

Comments

AnneR said…
Congrats on the job!!! Tell me more, tell me more!
Mary said…
way to bury the lead! congrats...can't wait for the details.
Brianne said…
Congratulations on the job!! :)

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