Uncle Rob

Check out my uncle Rob's music on his new MySpace page. He's a jazz violinist who started at UO, played in Portland for a while and then moved on to New York City. He's found success and he's pretty damn good at what he does.

The New Yorker

Remember when you were kid? And you were sitting at the kids table? And all the Big People were at the Big Table? Well, here's what was happening.

Pendleton

Our first full day in Pendleton has been spent sleeping, watching season 7 of The West Wing and ... well ... that's it. Later it's off to Great Pacific for a dinner of sandwiches and microbrews.

This beats a wild and crazy spring break. Plus, the hot Pendleton college girls will probably be dancing in bikinis out at the reservoir any day now.

And we're back ... this time for real

Well then.

Oh how the weeks pass and the blog remains unchecked, would-be posts lost to the day-to-day housekeeping duties like making a newspaper.

But all that's over now. My year as editor in chief, plagued by an unfortunately low level of scandal, has come and gone. For my final term as an undergraduate, I have been reduced to a copy editor, two nights a week, instead of the usual, oh, say, 40-plus hours a week, plus class, but not really class, because honestly, how often did I really go?

Not that I'm complaining. I was fortunate to get the job and it was a pleasure. I love newspapering from all angles, and now I'll finally be able to report again along with my duties on the copy desk.

And, just maybe I'll be able to blog again. But as any of my long-time blog readers know, and I'm talking directly to my brother Phil, my mom and my friend Andrew, I don't have the purest of blog track records.

So today I officially announce the end of my un-planned blogging hiatus. For now, it's back to seasons six and seven of The West Wing, which I didn't get to watch the first time around because of my love for journalism.

By the by, Mr. Nealon himself is blogging again, and so too, at least occasionally, is Kirsten.