Tribarazzi: Joline Gutierrez Krueger

JLo or no?

Filming has not even begun here in the Tribune -- excuse me, the "Chicago Sentinel" -- and already the testy temperaments of the artistes are flaring.
Oh these production divas, so touchy, so picky.
I speak, in this case, to the weighty decision of whether it is JLo or J.Lo in referring to La Jennifer Lopez.
Some would argue that the correct spelling is actually the more obscure J-Lo, the arrogant JLO, the bizarre J Lo or its even odder variation, J. Lo. Ugh. Very school attendance list.
Ever the investigative reporter, I have done my research and found that all the variations are in use across the globe, but the one listed on official Lopez products is JLo.
Aficionados will recall the garish gold and diamond-studded bling thing that bedecked all things Lopez. Sure, there was a small dot, a period maybe, between the big J and L. But that was so Love Don't Cost a Thing. Jen dropped that years ago, apparently realizing that periods are just so ... final.
But in the spirit of consistency, the newsroom powers that be (that would be the very intimidating copy chief, who can smile sweetly as he decapitates the foolish person who dares defy him) is opting for J.Lo. Period.
So we pose the question to you. Which JLo is it? Period or not? Hyphen?
It won't change a thing, to coin a phrase. It'll still be J.Lo in upcoming articles. But you can take comfort in knowing that you've stood up for what is right and good.
Or not.

And speaking of the Chicago Sentinel ...
Production started at 1:15 p.m. Friday here in the newsroom. Already, the silvery Gothic-style letters "Chicago Sentinel" grace the wall high above our heads.
Which begs the question: Why is it that in movies and television shows the media name must be so obviously displayed? Do reporters elsewhere forget who they work for? "Oh darn, I thought I was at the Times, not the Post. My mistake."
Were you to have walked into our newsroom this morning you would not have seen big bold letters declaring that we are indeed the ALBUQUERQUE TRIBUNE.
(And please, get this straight right now. WE are NOT the Journal. Not. Not. Not.)
The lovely view out our window, a real selling point with job candidates who come from dark and dank newsrooms, is all but obliterated with gray call-center partitions.
Those of us who haven't decided to call it a day given the distracting din of hammers and the noxious smell of drying glue can't wait to see the Chicago skyline magically appear in what remains of our windows. I hope they include Oprah's high-rise.