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As the media writer for The Bee, I am paid to watch TV news, listen to the radio, critique advertising and read any number of publications, from the New Yorker to the blog written by the unemployed dude down the street. Is this a great job or what? How did I get such a choice gig? Well, I've had a long and checkered journalism career. Among my stops: a 10-year stint as a sportswriter for the Los Angeles Times, a six-year term as a columnist and editor at the San Francisco Chronicle and a two-year sentence as an assistant managing editor for features at the Tacoma (Wash.) News Tribune.
Childhood ambition: To make it to adulthood.
Thing I now have to do before I die: Keep breathing.
What's on my screensaver: Stuff that our H.R. department would probably cluck their collective tongues at.
Last song uploaded on my iPod: The soundtrack from "Once." (I'm a sucker for Irish singer-songwriters.)
Soundtrack of my life: Dan Bern's "Too Late to Die Young." Sample lyric: "Sometimes I wish I was smarter than I am/But I'm on my third city, and I'm on my fourth car/And I'm on my fifth apartment, and so many of my days have sprung/Now it's too late to crash, too late to burn, too late to die young."
If I were an action hero, my name would be: Remote Man. (He has the power to turn off TV news with the press of a single button!)
Signature drink: Ice tea
Signature style: Scraping the bottom of the laundry basket for the cleanest shirt available.
Food I crave at midnight: I'm usally passed out by midnight.
Biggest thing to hit Sacramento in the past year: Taken literally, the biggest thing has got to be the wayward whales. But, shamelessly, I've got to say the biggest thing has been 21Q.
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Updated July 17, 2007
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