Mike De Sisti

OK, I like to mess around with time lapse. But this stuff is out of control cool.

The guy’s name is Tom. His website is here.

And shocker! You can follow him on Twitter

Charlie Radtke thinks so. He’s the owner of Phoenix Marketing Group in Milwaukee.

“The G that everybody is familiar with, it really doesn’t stand for Green Bay. It really kind of stands for Green. Like the New York Giants don’t have an N and the San Francisco 49ers don’t have an S. They’ve got both letters on there,” Charlie said

He drew up some Packers designs and sent them to mostly sports writers and announcers.

“I think a little freshening up, a little face lift, might be a good idea,” he said.

Journal Sentinel columnist and I hit the streets and asked folks what they thought.

Hear what they had to say:

Take a time lapse tour of the Lakefront Marathon. The 29th Annual Lakefront Marathon takes place on October 4, 2009 at 8 a.m. Follow the route as it starts from Grafton High School, in Grafton, some 20 miles to the north of the finish line along the shores of Lake Michigan in downtown Milwaukee. The course begins in a rural Ozaukee Co and winds through Milwaukee County’s north shore suburbs of Fox Point, Whitefish Bay, and Shorewood before winding along the shores of Lake Michigan near downtown Milwaukee.

My wife noticed this through the window of our Bayside, WI home while feeding our 3-week-old.

The birch tree has been there since we move in nine months ago.

What do you think? Looks like a freakin’ Cyclope-ish martian to us.

I’m already plotting my story that will bring the creature to life in the eyes of my daughter. It’ll be a time when she’s still young enough to believe my crap, yet not to old to know it’s crap.

Milwaukee Journal Sentinel columnist Jim Stingl evidentially didn’t get the memo. Somewhere along the line, his jean shorts, occasionally referred to as “jorts” (short for jean-shorts),  fell drastically out of style.  He’s been wearing them forever, but it wasn’t until his daughters started giving his grief this summer, that he began to question his sense of style. To confirm his findings, Stingl went down to the ever eclectic Brady Street to ask folks there if they thought his “jorts” were in fact ever in style.

Here’s the scene. My mom, in town from Indianapolis, is changing Isabella. Isabella is our new baby girl. A ripe 3-week-old. My mom’s changing her in our nice clean baby room. She calls me to the room. I see a mouse. It moved across the floor with the speed of Mickey’s stoner brother. I just needed something to kill it with. The biggest object close by was a 480 page soft-cover book titled “The Womanly Art of Breast Feeding.

It took two whacks with the book.

Remembering the most amazing assignment I’ve ever been on.

-See the photos

-Read the story

I get asked many times what the coolest or best assignment I’ve ever been on was. Well, “cool” isn’t a respectful word I would use. More like powerful.

As a photojournalist at the Post-Crescent in Appleton, WI, I was assigned to cover a New York City fire department that was located directly across the street from the World Trade Center tower on September 11, 2001. In addition to losing several firefighters and a damaged fire house, they lost their firetrucks.

A local Clintonville, WI company came forward a year later to help. Fire apparatus maker,  Seagrave sent a ladder truck to Ladder 10 company.

I went to New York with reporter Ed Culhane to find the truck and document the crew who are using it. We had no idea what to expect.

Firefighters of the ladder 10 company and all NYC firefighters for that matter, were rightly elevated to hero and celebrity like status. Our first challenge was to find these guys. The second was getting them agree to give us some time for an interview and photographs. We know it would be difficult since they we going to be preoccupied with several NY local and national interviews.

Long story short – these firefighters were amazing. We introduced ourselves. 20 mintes later, we were riding around NYC on a firetruck with these guys. One hour later, and we were having dinner with them in the firehouse. We were welcomed with open arms.

The rest is history and can be better told in photos and Ed’s amazing story.

Do people born after 1990 even know what film is? Do they know who Walter Cronkite is? How about the Beatles? Columnist Jim Stingl investigates this generation gap that seems to grow wider and quicker by the decade.