This year marks the 25th anniversary of the Coveted Spencer Family Christmas Newsletter. The title is obviously a joke. As a genre, Christmas newsletters are the laxatives of literature. They move you in ways that provide more relief than enjoyment.
A Jew, a Catholic and a pharmaceutical company vice president walk into a bar. The Catholic buys a round of vodka drinks, and the VP cracks a joke of Jewish nature.
However you describe LifeBridge Church’s Union project, never call it the city of Longmont versus the Lord. The battle over a giant planned unit development on the outskirts of the city is not about the Almighty. It’s about the almighty…
The Yellow Scene’s statement (Letters, October) about the state legislature trying to pass a “meaningless resolution” opposing the Iraq war was the most misinformed comment I’ve ever read in The Yellow Scene.
"The Yellow Scene’s statement (Letters, October) about the state legislature trying to pass a 'meaningless resolution' opposing the Iraq war was the most misinformed comment I’ve ever read in The Yellow Scene."
"In a country that raises its eyebrows disapprovingly at the name 'Jesus' thus an uphill battle for the church to interest youth. I think that meeting kids where they are at is indeed a great marketing strategy."
Another month, another athlete arrested. From Kobe Bryant to Pacman Jones to Michael Vick, the story of a sports star in legal trouble is becoming as common as guests crying on “Oprah.” This time the main character is O.J. Simpson.…
One of the newest functions downloaded to my Mac dashboard is an egg timer widget. It’s become a necessity since the 2007 election season kicked off just after Labor Day.
It was an extremely sad moment akin to losing the family pet. A large glass of water—obnoxiously big, according to my girlfriend—tipped from its resting place on my bedroom desk and poured its contents all over my six-month-old MacBook.