Wednesday, February 28, 2007
All Your Wrongs Will Be News-Pressed
1) Features as "Local" stories on its website that include:
Fla. football mom works to bring artificial turf to Alaska tundra
28 hurt, dozens of vehicles crash as more snow hits Colorado
plus other stories from San Francisco, Humboldt, and Nevada.
2) Features an editorial that begins, "Does Santa Barbara City Hall really care to hear from you, particularly if you disagree with the City Council and administration on whatever political hot potato is before them?" on a letters page that has never included a single voice despairing of what's happened to the paper for the past 8 months.
3) Promises to "detail in future editorials the abuses throughout the [county housing] program," as if the editorial page is the rightful home of investigative journalism. (Well, it is when you don't have any reporters and you hope to "investigate" via innuendo.)
That's just some of the latest fun in the past two days in the paper formerly known as the News-Press (I can't include the glyph the paper now uses, as it's too rude--a giant middle finger aimed at the community of Santa Barbara).
But the most striking thing could be this, on Tuesday Scott Steepleton wrote an article entitled: "BUS STATION: STOP OR GO? Options for transit center include moving it or creating housing, shops nearby." In that article, he said the following:
One option that doesn't seem to make sense is using the area near the Amtrak station, at 209 State St.
"While that location would enhance bus/rail connections, it would negatively impact local transit efficiency and cannot accommodate the number of bus bays needed to meet future needs," states the study's executive summary [ed. note: I will refrain from joking he only read the executive summary]. "The site is constrained by the freeway and railroad tracks, and many streets in the area are not designed to accommodate heavy bus travel."
And because the station is far from Santa Barbara's "governmental and business center," according to the document, riders would have to transfer to get there, making for longer travel times.Note that first sentence isn't in quotes, isn't attributed to anyone--it's a free-floating claim.
Now today Travis Armstrong opines (or is that investigatively journalizes?) in an editorial entitled: "Our Opinion: Council gives up on commuter rail?" the following:
The most recent example of the City Council's lack of concern for the success of commuter rail came yesterday afternoon when the panel dismissed the Amtrak depot as a site for a "transit hub." This site off Highway 101 could be a location to link regional rail and bus services with city transit lines.
Getting hundreds or thousands of people to commute via rail will require offering quick shuttle service to their jobs once they get off the trains.So, you have to wonder, now that he's contradicted the mighty, if seemingly ever-shrinking, editorial We edict, is Scott Steepleton the next writer to be thrown under the bus?
It's a Hard World for Little Things
The true measure of a nation’s standing is how well it attends to its children – their health and safety, their material security, their education and socialization, and their sense of being loved, valued, and included in the families and societies into which they are born.
Now, any right-winger who thinks the UN building is too many stories short of useful will snort, "Oh, we only worry about them when they're born, do we?" but let's get beyond that--those of us on the left worry about them after. Turns out we have a lot to worry about.
- The United Kingdom and the United States find themselves in the bottom third of the rankings for five of the six dimensions reviewed.
- There is no obvious relationship between levels of child well-being and GDP per capita. The Czech Republic, for example, achieves a higher overall rank for child well-being than several much wealthier countries including France, Austria, the United States and the United Kingdom.
It's an embarrassment, all our wealth and so little to show for it but the Walton family, and I don't mean John-Boy. Oh, and the Bush Dynasty, whose motto might as well be "with sympathy and justice for none."
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Pa Cheney's Black Bottom
A suicide bomber attacked the entrance to the main U.S. military base in Afghanistan on Tuesday during a visit by Vice President Dick Cheney, killing up to 23 people and wounding 20.
Cheney was unhurt in the attack, which was claimed by the Taliban and was the closest that militants have come to a top U.S. official visiting Afghanistan. At least one U.S. soldier, an American contractor and a South Korean soldier were among the dead, NATO said.
Cheney said the attackers were trying "to find ways to question the authority of the central government." The Taliban said Cheney was the target.
About two hours after the blast, American lawyer and quail-shot target Harry Whittington flew to Afghanistan to coach the wounded 20 in the best way to apologize to Vice President Cheney for ruining his trip.
Monday, February 26, 2007
Between a Quadrophenia and a Syriana
Won't Get Gored Again
Antonin Scalia went even further with his comments, claiming, "We're also going to take away Melissa Etheridge's Oscar and give it to Mary Cheney. Right-wing, VP-sired, Coors-working lesbians we can tolerate, but all the other ones...."
A Birth Is Born
A Claude Rains Is Going to Fall
Sunday, February 25, 2007
A Grouch's Oscars
I'm going to try to do some live Oscar-blogging, assuming someone says something stupid, wears something ugly, or dances with Snow White. After all, anything I do will be anti-climatic now that they've spent 5 minutes with Celine Dion on the red carpet.
Was that the first time Stan Brakhage got name-dropped at the Oscars?
Note to self: never wear a flesh-colored microphone--makes it look like you have a big boil. Oh, and is Jack Black just Buddy Hackett for goyim?
And Jessica Biel proves you can be in a Texas Chainsaw Massacre film and still present an Oscar. Emphasis on present.
Yowza--Magnetic Fields used in a dog food ad, The The in a spot for M&M's...this is the most depressing Academy Awards ever. Oh, and then the Pogues for Cadillac. Because Shane MacGowan drives one.
6:42 pm & later, too
As one of my co-watchers just said, watching Sherry Lansing, UC Regent, get an honorary Oscar: "She's my boss. She got an award." Oh, her "husband Billy" is William Friedkin, who oddly enough, has been invited twice to UCSB to do film and filmmaker events. Wonder if Sherry came along and the chancellor got to schmooze.
Wow, Chinese spoken at the Academy Awards. I don't know about you, but I was hungry for another thank you ten minutes later.
It's been bugging me all night, trying to figure out who Jack Nicholson looks like this evening, but now I get it. He must be auditioning for Daddy Warbucks for a Jupiter Dinner Theater production of Annie.
Is it just me, or will Reese Witherspoon grow up to be Jay Leno? Check out that chin!
Is it over? I just woke up.
*Intentionally singular, as I'm trying to figure out who you are, now that my wife has her own blog to obsess about.
Friday, February 23, 2007
It's Better to Have Beer Near than Near Beer
We plan to have our opening date on St. Patrick's Day, Saturday March 17th. I am not sure if you have been able to attend either of our other locations but we will serve the same menu and price point, with a few variations (like pizzas and higher end steaks), but we will not be brewing on site here in Santa Barbara. Our beer is brewed in San Luis and Paso Robles. As for the live shows, we do not have plans to book large shows like those at our San Luis location because we are located on the same premises as the hotel and within a few blocks from your neighborhood.
So now you know and get ready to welcome Downtown Brewing to SB in three weeks. I'll be the one dressed as a leprechaun. You need a beer already, don't you.
Onward Christian Dodgers
He then paused, scanned the room, and said, "That Shawn Green isn't still with the club, is he?"
Friday Random Ten
Joy Division "She's Lost Control" Substance 1977-1980
Fountains of Wayne "Places" Out-of-State Plates
Robert Johnson "Drunken Hearted Man" (Alternate Take) The Complete Recordings
Tom Waits "Cemetery Polka" Rain Dogs
Urge Overkill "And You'll Say" Exit the Dragon
Rilo Kiley "Love and War (11/11/46)" More Adventurous
Miles Davis "Sanctuary" Bitches Brew
Rob Wasserman "(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction (Bass Trilogy Part 2)" Trios
Ani DiFranco "O.K." Revelling/Reckoning
Bill Nelson's Orchestra Arcana "Always Looking Forward to Tomorrow" Optimism
That's certainly all over the musical map, but generally with a bit of funk. Joy Division is too (I mean also, not much) funky, at least on this cut, particularly for a group named after women sexually abused in German death camps and led by a guy who'd commit suicide at 24.
Have a great Friday!
What's Not to Lick
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Mutton to Sneeze At
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Diversity, Social Justice--Yes
Starshine--Not So Much
It seems the festival might celebrate diversity, literacy, and social justice, but the N-P article surely doesn't. For while it twice lists the speakers the event includes, the one name missing both times is former News-Press columnist Starshine Roshell. I can't imagine she was left off just by accident, or because someone hated all musicals and especially Hair. Nope, it's most likely because the Women's Literary Festival website bio for Roshell includes the following:
Starshine was one of many newsroom staffers who left the News-Press after eight editors resigned in protest in July of 2006. Her resignation letter, posted at http://www.starshineroshell.com/, is regarded as poignant and candidly accurate.
You would think that in a 1042 word article, you might be able to work in a mention of a well-known local writer, especially when she's the only local presenting. Somehow Carolyn See got mentioned twice, even though the festival website announces that she's had a medical emergency and won't attend.
So, who operated on the article, and made excising any mention of the renegade Roshell essential? Was it the writer Bethany Hopkins, who was just an intern when the first 6 left the paper in July? Recently appointed assistant Life editor Charlotte Boechler, who is married to Scott Steepleton, since pouring the fuel of conflicts of interest on the bias bonfire seems like nothing to this compromised crew? Or was it Steepleton himself, still upset Roshell used a dirty word when she quit and her very name makes him get the vapors?
Wednesday Brew Pub Blogging
An article in January from the SLO Tribune--we don't just import our beer, we import our news in Santa Barbara--about the business wrote:
When Korie and Todd Newman took over the old SLO Brew a little over a year ago, locals quickly took notice of their efforts to beef up the entertainment scene.
Soon after their arrival, the newly revamped restaurant/bar/brewery brought in big-name acts, like Dick Dale, Sir Mix-a-Lot and Hank Williams III. And the establishment, now known as Downtown Brewing Co., was revitalized.
That new vigor has obviously been good for business, because now the Newmans, with partner Darren Smith, have opened a second Downtown Brewing Co. in Paso Robles. If that wasn’t enough, a third one is set to open next month in Santa Barbara.Last evening after dinner Amy and I decided it was time for some reconnaissance, so leashed up the pups--there's no better way to sneak up on people than with greyhounds in tow, or more precisely, towing you--and walked to the site. It's going into a restaurant space near the Sandman Inn, a spot that's been home to numerous other failed ventures, so here's hoping it's not jinxed. It does have a lot going for it, though--two areas for outdoor seating, which is always a plus in idyllic SB, plenty of parking, room for a long bar. But as for the place opening by the end of February, which the brewery's website announces, well, I wouldn't bet a beer on it. There was no sign of taps installed and things were in such an early state that the doors were left wide-open and the lightas were bright; it seemed as if people working on the site left for a minute but figured there was nothing for anyone to take so why lock up?
Only time and a few downed ales will tell if the Downtown Uptown will be a hit, shipping in its beer from up the coast, and perhaps offering one more place for some interesting live music. (No one bothered to email me back when I queried them about their plans, but that's bar owners for you.)
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
The Sound of Your Voice Yanks My Neck on the Chain
Well, Case can do it live, folks, and how. This Saturday at the Henry Fonda in Los Angeles she performed a flawless set, to the point of running through back-to-back-to-back songs that would have been enough of a show for me: "Maybe Sparrow," "The Tigers Have Spoken," and "I Wish I Was the Moon." That's: a moving metaphor folk tune with some surprising force about how the world is tough for little things (and I didn't cry, but my throat lumped but good at song's end); a jangly (it's an overused term, but nothing fits that catchy guitar figure better) alt-rock song about how the world is tough for big fearsome but tender things; and a country torch and twang number about how the world is tough on Neko Case, but she can sure still belt about it. Those "be the one"s that repeat near the end of "I Wish"--how could any lover forsake her? Perhaps they are just too much need for one to survive in life, if not too much for performance, and it's a real danger to mix the two.
Opening act Eric Bachmann had the nerve to perform while so many concert-goers were trying to have conversations. It's a real shame, though, for Bachmann has put out many of the best songs of the past 13 years, first as the leader of Archers of Loaf (the Voidoids of the '90s), then as the major digit of Crooked Fingers, and now his first true solo album (and that's ignoring the two Barry Black discs that are terrific instrumental forays). He performed solo, but still projected, speeding up his acoustic-guitar based songs just a teensy bit. He's sort of become an American Richard Thompson 20 years younger--made his name in a band, writes great songs, plays electric and acoustic marvelously, has a voice that's not pretty (in Bachmann's case, think Neil Diamond's pipes bristled with Brillo), but matches perfectly with the songs. Plus he closed with "New Drink for the Old Drunk," one of the grandest wallows in recorded music.
The night also featured one of those made in the marketing department moments, as between sets we got a half-hour visit from Case's new label mate at Anti-, country music legend Porter Wagoner, with an assist from Marty Stuart, who showed up not only with his mandolin, sadly over-reverbed, but also with Rod Stewart's hair from 1982. I use the country music legend billing entirely intentionally, for he might be cruising on the legend more than talent at this point, but he's still charming at 79, even if he can't remember lyrics, or seem to want to read them from the music stand in front of him. Perhaps his days "In the Rubber Room" left more of a mark than anyone would care to discuss. Still, his purple spangled suit was resplendent, at least until he called out his "band" of Dwight Yoakam on bass (playing parts I could play) and drummer Billy Bob Thornton, in a Nudie jacket that looked like it needed batteries. The only thing that topped its glare were his teeth, for he couldn't stop grinning like the cat that ate the Jolie-nary. That's what happens when LA meets the grand Ole Opry. I have to assume Billy Bob tried to pick up Neko backstage.
Monday, February 19, 2007
Bows, Bangles, and BLAHs
Friday, February 16, 2007
Q: Is Spring Icumen In?
A: No, It's Just Breathing Heavy
Of course pitchers and catchers report today, and I think you know what I mean. No, I mean the other thing. Are we on the same page now? (BTW, do you think Mark Foley ever said that line to one of his colleagues? Ba-dum-bum.) (OK. sorry for working a bum in there.)
All that said, Spring Training might be toughest on the managers, as they are older than the players, not to mention further removed from their days taking restorative steroids.
Indeed, here we see White Sox skipper Ozzie Guillen pull his face muscles as he makes his first outrageous quotes of the season to reporters. Gotta warm up next time, Ozzie.
And on the North Side (sure, they're in Arizona now, but we all know the Chicago geography), new manager Lou Pinella throws his first fit answering a question about why Neiffi Perez is still on a major league roster. Pinella was tossed by the umpire from his own press conference.
Boys, a Beach, a Ball--Beautiful
Friday Random Ten
Alison Krauss & Union Station "Stay" Live
Pixies "The Navajo Know" Trompe le Monde
The Rumors "Hold Me Now" Nuggets: Original Artyfacts from the Original Psychedelic Era
Penelope Huston and Her Band "On Borrowed Time" Acoustic Music Project
They Might Be Giants "The House at the Top of the Tree" No!
Old 97's "Can't Get a Line" Satellite Rides
Bill Nelson "Quit Dreaming and Get on the Beam" Quit Dreaming and Get on the Beam
PJ Harvey "Electric Light" Is This Desire?
Guided by Voices "Ester's Day" Bee Thousand
Rex Hobart & the Misery Boys "Black Iron Bridge" Empty House
With 18, 744 songs, anything can happen. Good to see the women making a comeback this week.
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Cutting Off Your News to Spite Your Facts
U.S. newspapers that spend more money on their newsrooms will make more money, according to a study released on Wednesday, which questioned the wisdom of the media industry's trend of cutting jobs to save costs.
The school examined 10 years of financial data, but we all know they released the results now because they have direct connections to Susan Rose (who is no longer a county supervisor just so she has more time to bring down the News-Press). Clearly the article didn't examine what it means if you have to cut your news staff down to 2 because everyone else failed their loyalty test.
The article also offers the following:
"I am delighted to see them post proof that quality precedes profit," Philip Meyer, a professor at the University of North Carolina and author of the book The Vanishing Newspaper [editor's note: this is not the News-Press story, believe it or not], said of the study.
"I don't share the authors' confidence that the industry will appreciate the importance of their result and act on it," he added. "Too many owners are more interested in harvesting than investing."
The harvester on De La Guerra Plaza is certainly a Grim Reaper for journalists and a paper of record for Santa Barbara.
*It's the alma mater of one of the first people actually fired in the purges, and you know that's not a coincidence. Probably is a hotbed of Teamsters making phone calls about spreading nails or damaging trucks too.
Not a Chants
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
I Am Spartacus
Sis, I'm so sorry that all of this has happened--sorry that someone so fit for a job has to leave it, sorry that there are so many religious who somehow hate in the name of Christ, sorry that the MSM acted like a megaphone for a whacked-out bigot, sorry that church can't leave state alone, despite what America is supposed to be about, sorry that so much bitterness has been focused upon one of the nicest people on the internets.
Go see Driftglass for an explanation of the Spartacus project.
Blood Orange Wednesday
We were lucky that our citrus trees seemed to come through the January freeze that did so much damage elsewhere in California--perhaps one of the advantages of living only 3 miles from the Pacific (you can imagine the others). So that means we're still rich in blood oranges, and even if you try, and we pretty much do, you can't make cocktails out of them all. So we also cook with them, and I thought you might like to know how to make a simple glaze that is wonderful on pork chops, chicken thighs, and pretty much any fish (well, maybe not Stanley or Abe Vigoda). Last night I smeared a frying pan with good virign olive oil and dumped in some chopped shallot till they got a bit soft. Then I added the chicken thighs, salted and peppered and dusted with some fresh thyme. Let them brown, flipped them, cooked the other side (it's about 8 minutes each side), then lacquered them with the blood orange glaze. Put the thighs in the oven for 3 minutes with the carrots that were roasting at 375, took them out, re-applied the last of the glaze, back into the oven for 3 more minutes, and the result was as gorgeous as it was delicious.
Blood Orange Glaze
(coats 2 pork chops or 4 chicken thighs)
2TBS + 1 TBS. butter
2 TBS. shallots minced
3/4 cup fresh blood orange juice, strained
1/8 cup Grand Marnier
1 TBS. fresh thyme chopped
salt & pepper
Melt the 2 TBS. butter over medium low heat in a small saucepan. Add the shallots and let soften. Add the juice, Grand Marnier, thyme, salt & pepper to taste. Turn up the heat and reduce till thickened, stirring frequently to test consistency and avoid sticking. At very end add final TBS. butter.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Wendy McCaw, A.G.?
Before the Senate Judiciary Committee last week, Deputy Attorney General Paul McNulty explained that six of the seven federal prosecutors who were suddenly dismissed last December were axed for "performance related" issues.
Today, McClatchy reports that of those six, five of them "received positive job evaluations before they were ordered to step down." But there's an explanation:
A Justice Department official who spoke on behalf of the administration said the dispute might simply be a matter of "semantics."
"Performance-related can mean many things," said the official, who asked to remain anonymous because the Privacy Act bars officials from discussing personnel decisions. "Policy is set at a national level. Individual U.S. attorneys around the country can't just make up their policy agenda."
So "performance-related" doesn't necessarily mean that the prosecutors performed badly -- it's just a coded way of saying they were not sufficiently lockstep with policy at the "national level."Making folks be lockstep is what McCaw is all about, so she would certainly fit in with the Bush crowd. After all, it doesn't matter how good you are at your job in a Bush-McCaw World, all that's needed is the ability to kiss endless tuchas.
At home, we have a new birdfeeder but so far our thistle feeder has not been thuthessful.
Hey, I'm here all week...I've got a wife, two dogs, and a blog to feed, so tip me and not your waitresses.
Monday, February 12, 2007
Can't We Take a Print?
That said, we all need to show up at this event:
WAKE-UP WENDY WEDNESDAY
Wednesday, February 21, 12 noon, De La Guerra Plaza
Organized by community members
Had Enough? Join Your Friends to Support a Free Press and Worker Rights. Bring picket signs stating your concerns, whether they are to reinstate unfairly fired reporters, to urge Wendy McCaw to bargain in good faith with the Teamsters, to ask readers to cancel their subscriptions, to call for a boycott of News-Press advertisers, or to demand the termination of Travis Armstrong.
Make a sign, grab some noisemakers, and come down to De La Guerra Plaza. We will form a picket line in front of the News-Press building and ask newspaper customers to do business with other publications. This is our opportunity to organize our community around this serious issue. We’ll have a short program with speakers and also offer ways to get more involved.
And then there's this brilliant idea from someone who used to work for the paper. Right now they can afford a hit in circulation, even losing some advertising, for the News-Press owns one very profitable arm no one has discussed enough yet. In addition to printing the ever-shrinking (almost wrote shirking) paper, and all the small locals Wendy bought up and mostly gutted (Goleta Valley Voice, El Mexicano, Blue Edge), the printing plant out in Goleta does jobs for hire. That's good easy money, running others' product, and we have to pressure those folks to go elsewhere. It's a project someone could take on, pairing these publications with new printers.
Anybody out there up for it?
Sunday, February 11, 2007
Friday, February 09, 2007
Wall Street Weak
Clearly the mood at the New York Stock Exchange was focused on inflation, peak oil, and silicone implants. One broker, who insisted on remaining anonymous, particularly after making a tasteless joke about how sad he was that now he would never get to do any "insider trading" with Smith, claimed, "I guess first everyone has to clear out pharmaceuticals from their portfolio. Second, the companies who own magazines like People and the Star are going to be scrambling until the next talentless bimbo comes along. This really hurts."
Pecious said through his tears, "She was a symbol for our nation, a beaming dyed blond light that anyone could become anything, if by anything you mean a reality TV star and centerfold. She was clearly our generation's Susan B. Anthony, except Anthony wasn't hot. I mean, you totally know why they replaced her dollar with Sacagawea--grrrr."
Friday Random Ten
Yo La Tengo "Autumn Sweater: Tortoise Remix" Autumn Sweater CD single
Run On "Sinnerman" No Way
Built to Spill "Else" Keep It Like a Secret
Brian Eno "Through Hollow Lands (For Harold Budd)" Before and After Science
The Blind Boys of Alabama "Precious Lord" Higher Ground
Ensemble Romulo Larrea & Veronica Larc "Valsisimo" Collection un Siecle de Tango--Astor Piazzolla
Ornette Coleman "Law Years" Ken Burns Jazz: Ornette Coleman
Billy Bragg & Wilco "Hesitating Beauty" Mermaid Avenue
Michael Tilson Thomas: Orchestra of St. Luke's "Contredanse No. 11" Beethoven: Symphony No. 3 "Eroica"
Brian Eno "The True Wheel" Taking Tiger Mountain
Odd, odd, odd. At least it ends with one of my favorite Eno cuts ("row, row, row").
A Nigel at Rest Remains at Arm Rest
Thursday, February 08, 2007
This Frankie's Gone to Hollywood
Nope, I'd rather talk about a secular hymn from the 1980s, that brilliant hit, "Relax," and its ever handy advice "don't do it, when you want to come," made even more helpful by its 80s-takes-disco-and-throttles-it beat (all thanks to Trevor Horn, whose artful noise also killed the radio star). This Friday is the 47 birthday of Holly Johnson, the lead singer of Frankie Goes to Hollywood. FGTH was to the '80s what the Monkees were to the '60s--created, marketed, huge because of their hugeness--but only if you can imagine Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tork in a leather bar, which leaves me with very twisted dreams of that Brady Bunch episode when Davy Jones takes Marcia to the prom. There's just so much twisted promise of better culture out there (if I were in charge--I'm working on it, as soon as Vilsack gives me a call). At least we have FGTH in DePalma's slice-(drill?)-off-the-old-Hitch Body Double in a porn film scene, romping their way through "Relax" with Melanie Griffith--who really can't interest them much, anyway, so it's a good thing they have their own suggestive dancing to do, although why did all decadence seem to freeze around some notion that you can't top "Cabaret"? And it's Griffith in her something wild sexy days before she became a botoxed, siliconed humanoid who will no doubt star as the monster in the fifth Alien film.
One Wright Makes a Wrong
So I have to admit huge disappointment in this news:
David Wright knows he is living the dream, but nothing off the field can compare with this past Monday night when Wright was quietly invited to the White House to have dinner with President Bush.
In his still kid-like way, the single Wright brought his father Rhon (rheally, it's Rhon) as his date.
"The president had something in common with David," Rhon said. "They talked about working out, strength and conditioning, that sort of thing."
Noted David, "I was genuinely touched by how warm and inviting President Bush and his wife were. Knowing how busy the president is, for him to spend that much time with us was really something special."
Bush isn't busy, David, he spent his three hours being the decider on Iraq weeks ago, and now has lots of time to devote to working out.
I'm just sad that Carlos Delgado didn't get invited to the White House--now that would have been a much more interesting conversation.
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
From Salsipuedes to Quarantina
But I've got an idea. While McCaw doesn't seem to care if she has no writers, or if anyone respects the paper, or if she's become a national laughing stock, or if the whole town drops its subscriptions, she has to have news to cover. After all, in both her letters and Travis's editorials, they talk about their desire to cover more local news. So what we need to do is quarantine the News-Press.
What would happen if every news source refused to deal with the N-P until she agreed to sit down and bargain with the union and cut out the vituperative, vengeful bs? What if not a single newsmaker agreed to be interviewed by a N-P reporter? If all arts organizations didn't set up interviews, provide tickets for reviewers, ship in their information for the calendar? Sure, a reporter could still cover open meetings, but without any access, what could they really write about?
Of course, right now it's unclear who could write any N-P stories, with the newsroom so short. But starving the paper from news--and it's our news, our events, so we can control them--right Wendy?--might be one way to get her attention. In some ways she's quarantining herself, as it's impossible to establish the usual, steady, helpful realtionships that generally form between writers and news sources, when, for example, the paper burns through 3 higher education reporters in 9 months. It's hard even to know who to pitch stories to, let alone learn how to be most helpful.
So right now some tough love, as Dr. (of Physiology) Laura might put it, is necessary. Newsmakers, let's act like the News-Press doesn't exist. Maybe then someone might notice she does need other people a teensy bit.
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
No, I've earned my stupidity quite directly, with one quick rip thorugh the middle of an envelope. Like many of you, I'm sure, we get lots of offers from folks to refinance the house. Like many of you, most likely, you just rip these in two and put them into the recycle bin. Unlike many of you, though, I was waiting for a check involved with my mom's estate, and the Merrill Lynch return address didn't jog my memory fast enough to stop my ripping. Sure, there are too many reasons I wasn't thinking well, including: 1) I don't think well, 2) I've averaged 4 hours sleep a night for almost 2 weeks, 3) my alcohol consumption might also have averaged 4 a night for almost 2 weeks, 4) it's a check I didn't want to have to get, after all, a cashing out I don't want to own up to.
Monday, February 05, 2007
Ted's a Lucky Man...
Thrills, Chills, and Coffee Spills
Sunday, February 04, 2007
A Blogger and a Gentleman
Ultimate moment: Getting caught up in a conversation about the 2007 baseball season with ex-Expo Warren Cromartie and Louis Gossett, Jr.
The weird week just gets weirder, and the go-go girls don't gyrate away.
Saturday, February 03, 2007
Thursday, February 01, 2007
Friday Random Ten
Graham Parker and the Rumour "Protection" (live) Squeezing Out Sparks & Live Sparks
Wake Ooloo "Get Caught Up" Stop the Ride
Yo La Tengo "Did I Tell You" President Yo La Tengo / New Wave Hot Dogs
They Might Be Giants "Spider" Dial-a-Song: 20 Years of They Might Be Giants
Bjork "I've Seen It All" Selmasongs
Freedy Johnston "The Lucky One" Can You Fly
X-Ray Spex "The Day the World Turned Day-Glo" Germfree Adolescents
Kathleen Edwards "Away" Back to Me
Miracle Legion "Academy Fight Song" A Matter of Degrees (soundtrack)
Yo La Tengo "Take Care" Summer Sun
That sure has a Hoboken flavor to it. But it's a flavor I like. BTW, has anyone seen the movie A Matter of Degrees? Does it even exist?
A Greyhound Ain't Nothing but a Sandwich
Wasted Blogs and Wasted Nights
It's a weird life.