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Cookie Monster

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Happy Mother’s Day

I took this from the Passionists.

mothers day

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Rockies’ Coors Field hit with snow

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Why do we celebrate Cinco de Mayo?

Americans seem to drool over Cinco de Mayo. It is the second holiday of the year that they can drink, besides St. Patrick’s Day. Now while I hate to be the Debbie downer, and party crasher, I think we need to take a step back here.

The Mexican independence day is celebrated on September 16th. “Cinco de Mayo commemorates the Mexican army’s unlikely victory over the French forces of Napoleon III on May 5, 1862, at the Battle of Puebla.” Lee “Mexico had troubles paying back war debts to European countries, and France had come to Mexico to collect that debt.” Lee

Marketers are always looking for the next big money maker. What can advertising do? What will get the American public to celebrate something and get drunk over it.

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Billy Donovan

Billy Donovan, the long time coach of the Florida Gators after 19 years is leaving. Donovan is becoming the head coach of the Oklahoma City Thunder. In 2007, Donovan accepted a job with the Orlando Magic, but quickly turned it down.

The University of Florida, in classy fashion put together a highlight reel thanking Donovan for 19 years.

At times you hear the grass isn’t always greener on the other side. There are also times when you should leave your job when you hit your high mark. Sometimes, the opportunity is just so great that you have to take it.

Life takes us to many different places. Sometimes looking in the mirror, journaling, and evaluating our own self can help define us and who we are.

NJIT students compete in 24-hour ‘hackathon’

David Kelley: How to build your creative confidence

Weekend Project: Soft Homemade Pretzels

At Sprint, Everything’s Important – “Friend Request” Commercial

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My Own Unprivate Little Italy

My Own Unprivate Little ItalyThe smell of warm chicken blood in the stairwell of my friend Zoe’s apartment building on Mulberry Street is one thing I will never forget from the summer of 1980. Zoe and I held our breath against the thick air as we came and went. Was the family downstairs really slaughtering chickens in their apartment?

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