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Boyer talks SnapChat, whereabouts for the last two weeks

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During a brief hiatus from this blog, I learned about the joys of SnapChatting from my little sister, Casey. She’s 21 and totally hip.

Hello world.

I’m back at it after a couple week hiatus.

What happened during that time, you ask?

(Or maybe you don’t. I often think people are more interested in my shenanigans than they actually are.)

For one, I took the bajillion days off that I had been storing all year long for no particular purpose.

I used the time to experience the culture of the Pennsylvania Farm Show.

I also learned about the SnapChat app from my sister. My life will never be the same.

How it works: You send someone an image, but they can only see it for 10 seconds before it disappears. You can draw on the photo. Give them a mustache. Type a message on top of it. Whatever.

But they can only see it for 10 BLOODY SECONDS.

I don’t get it, but I love it. And I hear it’s what the kids are doing these days. Continue reading

Liveblogging the ‘pie party’ and other assorted random weekend shenanigans

Because I’m ridiculous …

And because I overestimate the interest in my random adventures …

And because I want practice liveblogging, so I’m not like “Um, how the heck do I use this?” when I have to do it for breaking news …

I’m liveblogging the rural ‘pie party’ extravaganza I’m going to around 7 p.m. Click here on our York Common Cents blog for updates, if you care.

Feel free to chime in with a comment and annoy me. Continue reading

I’m soooo im-manure: The path of poop at the York Fair

A very hipster-y photo I took of myself pointing at the animal poop truck at the York Fair. Jason Plotkin is standing over the pile, hoping to get a photo of someone dumping a wheelbarrow of crap.

It’s York Fair time, and I have a confession to make.

It pains me to cover annual events without some sort of twisted, scatalogical or bizarre angle being involved.

I develop total ADHD. I get bored. I need a challenge.

I mean, how many times can we seriously cover people eating greasy food while riding rides and petting cows? Continue reading

From iPhone photo, to online, to print: Royal Farms chicken takes a tumble

A large chicken takes a tumble.

So, this is a first.

I was working this Saturday, and all hell broke loose with the weather.

I was driving back to the office from lunch when a monsoon erupted.

I called my editor and asked if I should get a photo of something going on to post with a web update.

The rain. People hating the rain. Whatever.

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Gettin’ out there: office hours for ideaLab yields story for York Daily Record co-worker

Tell people where you are, and they will come.

On Tuesday, I had a visitor during my ideaLab office hours at Central Market.

It was Sue Diaz, spokeswoman for The Potter’s House, a 300-member Hispanic congregation that’s hoping to buy a historic church in downtown York.

She had corresponded with me earlier that day via the ydr.com Facebook page, where I had posted my location for the morning. Continue reading

Get your book on … with me and YDR books editor Sarah Chain at meet-up Monday

Stop by Martin Library from 10 a.m. to 1 p.m. to meet YDR books editor Sarah Chain and share your ideas for coverage.

So, here’s the deal.

Part of my ideaLab project is to drag other people down with me.

Next week, my victim is York Daily Record/Sunday News books editor and multi-platform features journalist (and my super awesome friend) Sarah Chain. 

I’m coordinating with York County Libraries to hold a meet-up Monday from 10 a.m. to 1 p.m. at Martin library downtown for book lovers and people who have input about ydr.com, the York Daily Record/Sunday News and any of our other bajillion awesome products. Continue reading

Snyder vs. Snyder’s: How this story happened

Hailing from Somerset County. #fatatwork

If you get the chance, check out a story I wrote recently about Snyder’s of Hanover vs. Snyder of Berlin.

It’s kind of random.

You see, York County makes no sense.

We have an East Berlin. But no West Berlin. And no Berlin either.

But if you’re not from this fabulous place, you might get confused.

That’s what happened a couple weeks ago when I got a call from someone suggesting I do a story on the 65th anniversary of Snyder of Berlin. Continue reading