If you like eating hotcakes or bread (or my own personal favorite, huckleberry muffins), you might want to pay attention to a problem that's looming over wheat worldwide. It's a new type of "stem rust" caused by a fungus that cripples wheat plants.
A few years ago when I was a full-time sports reporter, I wrote a column extolling the virtues of sports movies. Over the holiday weekend, I had the opportunity to view another movie that not only peaked my interest in a sport I had otherwise not given two thoughts about, but also renewed my faith in humanity.
I love Trader Joe's. I love their guacamole hummus. I love their fancy cheeses. I love their faux-Polynesian flair.
No matter how many times I tell myself that I will not write another sappy column reminiscing about my school days, I cannot resist penning this piece about graduation.
The time has surely flown by for me.
Change is hard. This may seem like a cliché, but it is still true.
The government has a responsibility to keep kids safe.
Let's be frank: More than 200 local residents will lose their jobs due to city and county budget cuts over the next few months.
Streakers and clothed crazed fans everywhere - beware! What was once considered a good-spirited prank is now a criminal act.
"O Day of days when we can read! The reader and the book, either without the other is naught."
When we think of forests, majestic trees, precious wildlife, and clean, fresh air might come to mind. We probably don't think about the water we drink.
The good citizens of Iceland have two mega-problems this spring. One is their economic and banking situation, which is still in something close to meltdown mode. I cannot fathom finances and economics, so I'm in no position to really follow that part of the current and dreary Icelandic saga.
There has been a car accident and one student lies on the hood of the car covered in "blood." As I stand there watching, firefighters use the Jaws of Life to pry open the doors of the car, while students nearby act seemingly unfazed by their screaming classmate and unconscious friend being carried off to safety. The students know this is not real. They know it is their school's year to host the Every 15 Minutes drunk driving educational program, but their classmates are in that car screaming and covered in blood and I did not see one person ...
Most of the time I can convince myself that I have a young perspective on society and life in general. But then something happens that makes my generational gap as obvious as an elephant in the room. That something happened last week when President Barack Obama and Russian President Dmitry Medvedev signed a nuclear weapons reduction treaty.
It seems I can't escape discussion of Sarah Palin and her upcoming visit to CSU Stanislaus anywhere I go. As a student at California State University, Stanislaus (go Warriors!) I constantly overhear other students talking about Palin in class. Work is even worse because my coworkers and editor discuss Palin, the CSU Stanislaus Foundation and the Public Records Act ad nauseam.
Copperopolis residents are worried sick.
The 87th annual Academy Awards shouldn't be confused with entertainment.
Imagine a world where you could shop for medical procedures the way you shop for computers. Most likely, price is near the top of your list when you're looking for a new computer. Not so when the "product" is a hip replacement or an MRI. Generally, what the procedure costs is largely irrelevant. And doctors will make the decision about where the surgery will take place.
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