How not to write about food (for KTUU)
Wherein Rebecca Palsha makes me say my least favorite food words.
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Is toxic algae killing animals across Alaska? (For Al Jazeera America)
The massive seabird die-off is part of a larger story about the health of Alaska’s oceans as sea temperatures rise. For more than a year, scientists have been cataloging smaller, unexplained episodes of animals dying on beaches — including other birds, sea otters, sea lions, several species of whales, starfish and fish.
Palin is invisible in the state that once loved her (For The Guardian)
Did she give much thought to what she was leaving behind? Does she miss it?
How internet culture changes news on Alaska Edition
In case you missed it, here’s an episode of public television’s Alaska Edition, with me and KTUU’s Kyle Hopkins discussing how internet culture influences news in Alaska with Zachariah Hughes.
Holiday popovers on KTUU (with other GF brunch ideas!)
KTUU’s Rebecca Palsha came to our house this week to make on of my favorite brunch treats, popovers!
For the Guardian: A postcard from Mooselandia
What is it like when 1,500 moose roam free in your city?
For The Guardian: Meet Santa Claus, North Pole politician and marijuana advocate
This Santa Claus doesn’t really believe in presents. And he has cancer. But he makes a pretty endearing Santa Claus all the same.
For The Guardian: Alaskan opinions divided as Shell halts Arctic drilling
Here’s a quick-turn story I worked on for the Guardian yesterday, asking Alaskans about their reaction to the news that Shell would shut down Arctic drilling…
For Alaska Magazine: Donuts on the edge of the world
Everything in Adak used to be something else. City Hall used to be the high school. The store, which is only open two hours a day (because after that electricity costs eat all the profits), used to be a community center. The Navy-issue hutches holding beer and wine at the liquor store? They used to be in some- body’s living room. The Bluebird Café (one of two restaurants in town) is in a house on a suburban-feeling cul-de-sac. The only way you know it’s a restaurant is the “Open” sign out front. About half the neighboring houses are empty.