Saturday, March 16, 2013

Arts and Crafts

There’s a couple of things going on this weekend that sound like fun if you’re in the Miami area and want something to do.

Tonight, of course, is the Coffee House at the World and Eye Art Center in Fort Lauderdale where a couple of very short plays of mine will be done in staged reading.  This is the world premiere of these two works and I have two good friends helping me out on them: Bill Roudebush and Terri Garber-Roudebush.

World and Eye Arts 03-09-13

Hope you can make it.

Also this weekend on Miami Beach there is the pARTy at the ArtCenter/South Florida on Lincoln Road.  It looks like a fun event and it’s for a good cause.

Proceeds help fund ArtCenter’s mission of advancing contemporary visual arts and culture in South Florida, providing affordable studios and programming for local artists. The cultural epicenter of South Beach’s Lincoln Road, ArtCenter welcomes more than 100,000 visitors every year and has been home to more than 1,000 resident artists since its founding in 1984.

So get out there and have a good time.

Monday, March 4, 2013

Mixing Metaphors

President Obama got a lot of nerdy grief for seeming to mix up Star Wars and Star Trek when he bemoaned the fact that he couldn’t work a “Jedi mind meld” to solve the budget crisis.

Well, it turns out that there is such a thing as a Jedi mind meld after all.  So there.

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Short Takes

Standoff with fugitive LAPD cop ends; police wait to search burned-out cabin.

Senate passes Violence Against Women Act; 22 Republicans — all men — voted against.

Senate committee votes on party line to advance Hagel nomination.

French Assembly passes same-sex marriage and adoption law.

Stocks close at their highest since 2007.

Florida legislator proposes to keep the state on permanent daylight saving time.

Banana Joe is Best In Show.

Monday, February 11, 2013

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Art Deco Weekend

This weekend — January 18, 19 and 20 — is the annual Art Deco Weekend on Miami Beach hosted by the Miami Design Preservation League.  So if you’re not making it up to DC for the inauguration (it’s on Monday, anyway), come on out to the Beach for a tour of the classic architecture and design elements that define an era and a big part of South Florida’s culture.

Oh, by the way, there will be a classic car show on both Saturday and Sunday from 10 a.m. to 3 p.m. on Ocean Drive between 5th and 8th.  I’ll be there.  See you there.

Sunday, November 25, 2012

Sunday Reading

The Bard Behind Bars — Shakespeare inspired prisoners at South Africa’s notorious Robben Island.

It doesn’t look like much — just a tattered, 1970 edition of “The Complete Works of William Shakespeare.” But inside, the book bears testament to an era.

Currently on display at the British Museum as part of an exhibition called “Shakespeare: Staging the World,” the book belongs to Sonny Venkatrathnam, who was incarcerated during the 1970s in South Africa’s apartheid-era political prison, Robben Island. Having convinced a warden that the volume was a Hindu religious text, Venkatrathnam was allowed to keep it with him in prison, where it was passed from prisoner to prisoner. At Venkatrathnam’s request, his comrades signed their names beside their favorite passages.

On Dec. 16, 1977, Nelson Mandela signed next to these lines: “Cowards die many times before their deaths; / The valiant never taste of death but once.”

Walter Sisulu, another African National Congress leader and close confidant of Mandela, put his name beside a passage in “The Merchant of Venice,” in which Shylock talks about the abuse he has taken as a Jewish money-lender: “Still have I borne it with a patient shrug / For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe.”

And Billy Nair, who went on to become a member of Parliament in the new South Africa, chose Caliban’s challenge to Prospero from “The Tempest”: “This island’s mine, by Sycorax my mother / Which thou tak’st from me.”

The Robben Island Shakespeare is the only book from the prison that records an act of personal literary appreciation by the major figures incarcerated at the time, many of whom went on to play major roles in post-apartheid South Africa. It is a kind of “guest book,” bearing the signatures of 34 of the Robben Island prisoners. But is also more than that.

When they signed their names against Shakespeare’s text, each prisoner recognized something of himself and his relation to others in the words of a stranger. The Robben Island Shakespeare records that community of character and signature as an example of Shakespeare’s global reach and as a historically specific witness to a common human identity and shared experience.

Cutting the Cord — What it’s like to go back to Slow TV.

Our options narrowed from a world of entertainment to the whims of the few channels that would deign to come clearly through what are essentially newfangled rabbit ears: a high-definition digital antenna intended to capture the over-the-air signal, which was once how everyone watched TV. Sure, some shows were online, but in the beginning the number of commercials in them seemed prohibitive. We’d just come from a paradise of DVR fast-forwarding. Now we had to sit through the same ad over and over? We also had only one computer; with two writers in the family, it wasn’t available for TV watching.

We quickly learned some lessons. Would “Mad Men” still run if we couldn’t watch it? (Yes.) Would people refrain from spoilers while “Breaking Bad” made its way to streaming? (No, they would not.) What was this “Walking Dead” everyone was talking about? (Still not sure, but apparently it’s a big deal.)

When the weather is right, we get most of the channels. Sometimes. CBS is the only network that shows up consistently and pristinely, and one day I’ll be old enough to enjoy its fare. There is also a channel that doesn’t seem to have a name but broadcasts reruns of “Three’s Company” or “Sanford and Son,” which is not so bad in the beggars/choosers category.

Yet what initially seemed like a torture we’d simply have to endure became a surprising reminder of the simple pleasures of simple TV.

Call it Slow TV. I had never stopped loving TV, but I had stopped appreciating it. Entire seasons of shows had piled up on the DVR, on the theory that they might be interesting someday. TV was everywhere now — on the phone, on the computer. It was on while I wrote, did taxes, folded laundry. It was background noise. When I really had to make choices about what to watch, and then pay attention with no rewind to fall back on, TV became absorbing again, an activity in itself, as it had been when I was younger. And I watched much less, if only for logistical reasons.

As it turns out, I unintentionally had become part of a growing group of Americans giving up wired cable and even televisions. Nielsen recently reported that TV set ownership has dropped to 96.7 percent of American households from 98.9 percent, and it isn’t because we’re reading more. Instead we’re cobbling together new ways of digesting programming. We watch on iPhones, computers, Rokus, other people’s HBO Go accounts, and yes, a digital antenna; one-size-fits-all TV is over.

Still, analog watching isn’t without its inconveniences. Even in the heady days of cable service, the DVR was overwhelmed by the choices on some nights. The answer should have been simple: Watch some shows online when the computer is available. But “Gossip Girl,” for instance, had so many unforwardable commercials on Hulu that it’s clear who the real demographic for those shows are: people who don’t yet believe that they have the right to not be advertised to for 30 minutes of a 60-minute show. When the ads became burdensome, the series had to do some mighty things to stay on the list. Blair’s marrying a prince, then leaving him for Chuck, simply didn’t qualify.

Keeping Hope Alive — How to keep young people engaged in politics and progressivism.

Young voters surprised pundits and Republicans again this year as we turned out in record numbers to vote, joining key constituencies including African Americans, Hispanics, and women to reelect President Obama. Composing 19 percent of the electorate, up from 18 percent in 2008 and 12 percent in 2004, young Americans demonstrated their importance to a growing progressive coalition.

Many question, however, whether our diverse and unprecedented coalition will be able to build on this foundation and sustain the power of our ideas and values throughout our lifetimes. Or, like the Reagan coalition after 1990, are we fated to fracture as a political force by 2016? Some suggest that the strong generational power of today’s 18-30-year-olds will become inconsequential as the hype dies down and we grow up. Our next steps are critical.

Young progressives are a distinct and large population that favors pragmatic problem-solving, opportunity for all, justice and equality, and government’s promotion of such ideals. Identifying more strongly with values than with a political party, we are a significant portion of President Obama’s alliance. Yet given the diversity of the Obama coalition, someone must lead productive grassroots dialogue, finding a broader progressive voice. As members of the largest and most diverse generation in American history, young progressives are the best candidates for the job.

Rather than waiting 30 or 40 years to see how this pans out, let’s write the story ourselves today. Young people are powerful influencers of elections, and we’ve built a strong foundation on which to stand. But it’s up to us to define citizenship for our generation and maintain a unified commitment to progressive values to solidify the political shift.

Doonesbury — Red Rascal returns?

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Shiny Object

Yesterday marked the 30th anniversary of the release of the first compact disc.

It’s been three decades since the first CD went on sale in Japan. The shiny discs came to dominate music industry sales, but their popularity has faded in the digital age they helped unleash. The CD is just the latest musical format to rise and fall in roughly the same 30-year cycle.

Compact discs had been pressed before 1982, but the first CD to officially go on sale was Billy Joel’s 52nd Street.

It would be a few years before I got my first CD player.  It was a Christmas gift from my parents in 1985, and I still have it.  I also have my first CD somewhere.

I also have a phonograph and a collection of vinyl albums, a collection of cassettes (I got my first cassette player in 1968), and I even have an 8-track player; it’s built into the radio in the kitchen.  Oh, and the Mustang has a hook-up for an MP3, so I’m ready for anything.

HT to JMG.

Sunday, September 23, 2012

Meet George Jetson…

Fifty years ago today, The Jetsons premiered on ABC.

 

The original run lasted 24 episodes, but like its Stone Age counterpart, The Flintstones, it has been revived, made into a feature-length film, and become a part of the culture (“Ruh-roh!”) of boomers and generations after.

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Rated Arr…

Lest we forget, scurvy knaves, it’s the tenth anniversary of International Talk Like A Pirate Day.

Ever since Dave Barry mentioned us in his nationally syndicated newspaper column in 2002, what once was a goofy idea celebrated by a handful of friends has turned into an international phenomenon that shows no sign of letting up. Maybe you read about us on line.. Maybe you caught one of our radio or TV interviews. Or maybe you just stumbled on to our site while googling around for sites your mother probably wouldn’t approve of. Or perhaps you’re one of the millions of people from South Africa to the South Pole, from New York to the Pacific Northwest, who’ve made it your own personal excuse to party like pirates every September 19th (and sometimes for days before and after)!

 

Yo ho ho and all that.

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Short Takes

More than 100,000 people got out of Syria in August.

Another bombing in Afghanistan killed more than 25 people at a funeral.

Over 800 firefighters are battling the wildfire in Southern California.

A federal judge found that Florida’s rule classifying students according to their parents’ undocumented immigration status violates the Constitution’s equal protection provision.

McDonald’s will open a vegetarian restaurant in India.

The auto industry is really firing on all cylinders.

Tropical Update: TS Leslie is heading due north, which could mean trouble for New England; TS Michael is still in the mid-Atlantic.

The Tigers lost again to the Indians.

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Short Takes

Syrian rebels haven’t seen promised U.S. aid.

President Obama threatened Syria with force if they go for their chemical weapons.

Ethiopian Prime Minister Meles Zenawi has died.

Poll shows Rep. Todd Akin (R-MO) still leading in his Senate race despite his “legitimate rape” comments.

Augusta National finally admits women members.

R.I.P. George Hickman, 88, one of the Tuskegee Airmen.

Diana Nyad is getting closer to Key West in her attempt to swim from Havana.

Tropical Update: Invest 94L could be heading our way here in South Florida; 95L is puttering around the western Gulf of Mexico; 96L is getting organized off the coast of Africa.

The Tigers were off last night.

Short Takes

Syrian rebels haven’t seen promised U.S. aid.

President Obama threatened Syria with force if they go for their chemical weapons.

Ethiopian Prime Minister Meles Zenawi has died.

Poll shows Rep. Todd Akin (R-MO) still leading in his Senate race despite his “legitimate rape” comments.

Augusta National finally admits women members.

R.I.P. George Hickman, 88, one of the Tuskegee Airmen.

Diana Nyad is getting closer to Key West in her attempt to swim from Havana.

Tropical Update: Invest 94L could be heading our way here in South Florida; 95L is puttering around the western Gulf of Mexico; 96L is getting organized off the coast of Africa.

The Tigers were off last night.

Sunday, July 29, 2012

Sunday Reading

If Obama Loses — Drew Westen outlines the reasons why.

Obama’s first mistake was inviting the Republicans to the table. The GOP had just decimated the economy and had been repudiated by voters to such an extent that few Americans wanted to admit that they were registered Republicans. Yet Obama, with his penchant for unilateral bipartisanship, refused to speak ill of what they had done. The American people wanted the perpetrators of the Great Recession held accountable, and they wanted the president and Congress to enact legislation to prevent Wall Street bankers from ever destroying the lives of so many again. Instead they saw renewed bonuses — and then they saw red. Republicans learned very quickly that they could attack Obama and his agenda with impunity. Only at election time, or when he’s up against the ropes, does this president ever tell a story with a villain.

The second mistake was squandering the goodwill that Americans felt toward the new president and their anxiety about an economy hemorrhaging three-quarters of a million jobs a month. That combination gave Obama, at the beginning of his term, a power to shape public policy that no one since Franklin Roosevelt had held. But instead of designing a stimulus that reflected the thinking of the country’s best economic minds, he cut their recommended numbers by a third and turned another third into inert tax cuts designed to appease Republican legislators whose primary aim was to defeat him. He stimulated the economy — but just enough to leave the results open to interpretation, rendering questionable what should have been an uncontested success.

[...]

The third way the administration created opportunities for Republican obstructionism will someday become a business-school case study: It let a popular idea — a family doctor for every family — be recast as a losing ideological battle between intrusive government and freedom. In the 2008 election, the American people were convinced that families should never have to choose between putting food on the table and taking the kids to the doctor. They were adamant that neither they nor their aging parents should have to choose between their medicine and their mortgage.

How did the administration manage to turn one of the most popular campaign issues of 2008 into one of the major causes of Democrats’ “shellacking” at the polls two years later?

In keeping with the most baffling habit of one of our most rhetorically gifted presidents, Obama and his team just didn’t bother explaining what they were doing and why. To them, their actions were self-evident. But nothing is self-evident when your opponents are spending millions of dollars to defeat you. Instead, the White House blundered around with memorable phrases such as “bending the cost curve,” which didn’t speak to the values underlying the need for health-care reform.

Republicans, in contrast, offered a coherent story: Democrats think the government knows what you need better than you do; you should be able to make your own choices, not have some bureaucrat stand between you and your doctor. The White House could have counterpunched, but instead it dropped its gloves.

Olympic Movie Moments — Danny Boyle, the producer of the London Olympics opening ceremony, paid tribute to great British films.

Sprinkled over the proceedings, as fans of Boyle both hoped and expected, were pieces of film—not scenes, not even clips, but tiny shreds, just enough to meet a dual need. First, the global audience could be reminded of the potent, though never less than peculiar, contribution that British cinema has made to the seventh art. Second, longtime moviegoers could be sent scuttling to the archives in their overstocked brains, hoping to identify the scrap in question before the next one blew along. And Boyle certainly kept them coming. Did you notice the momentary vision of David Niven’s kindly, desperate face, as he steers his stricken airplane through Michael Powell’s “A Matter of Life and Death” (1946)—a very British affair, in its sandwich of whimsy, politesse, and yearning? Or the mirror-warped face of David Bowie, in alien mode, from Nicolas Roeg’s “The Man Who Fell to Earth” (1976), a film as mysterious and withdrawn as the Olympic spectacle was boisterous and open-hearted? How about the bit of kickabout from “Gregory’s Girl” (1981) between young Scottish soccer-players—all of them worthless with the ball, apart from the girl of the title? How nicely attuned was that to an Olympiad in which, for the first time, every competing country, including Saudi Arabia, has sent women as well as men? Then, there was the looping flight of a kestrel. It took no more than a second or two, but many watching will have recognized and treasured that bird—as it was treasured, and lost, by the boy in Ken Loach’s “Kes” (1969), still a model of clean storytelling and unprettified pathos, after all these years. I was once lucky enough to meet Krzysztof Kieslowski, and he volunteered, without prompting, his love of Loach’s film.

There were other snippets, I am sure, that I missed as a television viewer. Surely we must have had more Shakespeare, for instance: a burst of Olivier’s “Hamlet” (1948) or “Henry V” (1944), to add to the easeful speech from “The Tempest” that was delivered by Sir Kenneth Branagh—dressed, a mite confusingly, as Isambard Kingdom Brunel. Many of the extracts that I did catch were projected onto the side of the house that sat, for a while, in the midst of the Olympic stage. There we saw the pale, grave hero of David Lean’s “Oliver Twist” (1948), holding up his bowl and asking for more; John Howard Davies, who took the role of Oliver, grew up to win acclaim of a very different but no less British variety—he produced six episodes of “Fawlty Towers,” in whose farcical extremes Dickens might have well delighted. Boyle was modest enough to make only passing reference to his own triumph, “Slumdog Millionaire,” which won him the Oscars for Best Film and Best Direction, in 2009; and nobody will have begrudged him the quick nod to “Trainspotting” (1996), his earlier and more scabrous hit. What we saw yesterday was a shot of Ewan McGregor running at full pelt, Boyle having decided, probably wisely, not to use the sequence in which an American tourist, needing directions, is waylaid and mugged on a trip to Edinburgh. That might have sent slightly the wrong message to the visitors who have gathered in London’s embrace, although, if I were Boyle, I might have been tempted to tack it on at the last minute, purely for the pleasure of freaking out Mitt Romney.

Critical Mass — Charlie Pierce on what some people believe.

I do not know how one can read the latest Pew poll and come to any other conclusion that the country is reaching critical mass on stupid.

Nearly four years after he was sent to the White House, less than half of American voters know President Obama is Christian, a new poll has found. A survey by the Pew Research Center found that only 49 percent of those polled knew Obama is Christian, while 17 percent thought he is Muslim and 31 percent said they don’t know. Surprisingly, the percentage of voters who know Obama is Christian has declined since October 2008, when 55 percent correctly identified him as Christian. It is higher, however, than in August 2010, when just 38 percent knew his faith.

This is not “surprising” to me in the least. There is an entire media universe dedicated to spreading just this kind of misinformation. That media universe has been doing that since at least the 2008 Democratic primaries and probably before that. There are politicians — mainstream politicians — who not only believe it themselves, but readily participate in the media universe where this is taken and preached as gospel. The longer he’s in office, the more of this poison is spread through the country so, quite naturally, the more people come to believe it.

It’s really time for responsible people — in politics, in the media, and in any combination of the two — simply to stop participating in that media universe. It’s time to stop treating the various outlets of that media universe as though they were colleagues, good-faith actors who simply might have different opinions than your own. Everybody knows who these people are. Everybody knows what they’re doing. Everybody knows the reasons why these numbers are the way they are. It’s time to stop pretending that propaganda is news simply because there are enough suckers out there to believe it. Of course, as The Washington Post told us yesterday, it doesn’t matter if something’s true as long as it “works.” Believe that, and this is what you get, fool.

Doonesbury — Generational shift.

Sunday Reading

If Obama Loses — Drew Westen outlines the reasons why.

Obama’s first mistake was inviting the Republicans to the table. The GOP had just decimated the economy and had been repudiated by voters to such an extent that few Americans wanted to admit that they were registered Republicans. Yet Obama, with his penchant for unilateral bipartisanship, refused to speak ill of what they had done. The American people wanted the perpetrators of the Great Recession held accountable, and they wanted the president and Congress to enact legislation to prevent Wall Street bankers from ever destroying the lives of so many again. Instead they saw renewed bonuses — and then they saw red. Republicans learned very quickly that they could attack Obama and his agenda with impunity. Only at election time, or when he’s up against the ropes, does this president ever tell a story with a villain.

The second mistake was squandering the goodwill that Americans felt toward the new president and their anxiety about an economy hemorrhaging three-quarters of a million jobs a month. That combination gave Obama, at the beginning of his term, a power to shape public policy that no one since Franklin Roosevelt had held. But instead of designing a stimulus that reflected the thinking of the country’s best economic minds, he cut their recommended numbers by a third and turned another third into inert tax cuts designed to appease Republican legislators whose primary aim was to defeat him. He stimulated the economy — but just enough to leave the results open to interpretation, rendering questionable what should have been an uncontested success.

[...]

The third way the administration created opportunities for Republican obstructionism will someday become a business-school case study: It let a popular idea — a family doctor for every family — be recast as a losing ideological battle between intrusive government and freedom. In the 2008 election, the American people were convinced that families should never have to choose between putting food on the table and taking the kids to the doctor. They were adamant that neither they nor their aging parents should have to choose between their medicine and their mortgage.

How did the administration manage to turn one of the most popular campaign issues of 2008 into one of the major causes of Democrats’ “shellacking” at the polls two years later?

In keeping with the most baffling habit of one of our most rhetorically gifted presidents, Obama and his team just didn’t bother explaining what they were doing and why. To them, their actions were self-evident. But nothing is self-evident when your opponents are spending millions of dollars to defeat you. Instead, the White House blundered around with memorable phrases such as “bending the cost curve,” which didn’t speak to the values underlying the need for health-care reform.

Republicans, in contrast, offered a coherent story: Democrats think the government knows what you need better than you do; you should be able to make your own choices, not have some bureaucrat stand between you and your doctor. The White House could have counterpunched, but instead it dropped its gloves.

Olympic Movie Moments — Danny Boyle, the producer of the London Olympics opening ceremony, paid tribute to great British films.

Sprinkled over the proceedings, as fans of Boyle both hoped and expected, were pieces of film—not scenes, not even clips, but tiny shreds, just enough to meet a dual need. First, the global audience could be reminded of the potent, though never less than peculiar, contribution that British cinema has made to the seventh art. Second, longtime moviegoers could be sent scuttling to the archives in their overstocked brains, hoping to identify the scrap in question before the next one blew along. And Boyle certainly kept them coming. Did you notice the momentary vision of David Niven’s kindly, desperate face, as he steers his stricken airplane through Michael Powell’s “A Matter of Life and Death” (1946)—a very British affair, in its sandwich of whimsy, politesse, and yearning? Or the mirror-warped face of David Bowie, in alien mode, from Nicolas Roeg’s “The Man Who Fell to Earth” (1976), a film as mysterious and withdrawn as the Olympic spectacle was boisterous and open-hearted? How about the bit of kickabout from “Gregory’s Girl” (1981) between young Scottish soccer-players—all of them worthless with the ball, apart from the girl of the title? How nicely attuned was that to an Olympiad in which, for the first time, every competing country, including Saudi Arabia, has sent women as well as men? Then, there was the looping flight of a kestrel. It took no more than a second or two, but many watching will have recognized and treasured that bird—as it was treasured, and lost, by the boy in Ken Loach’s “Kes” (1969), still a model of clean storytelling and unprettified pathos, after all these years. I was once lucky enough to meet Krzysztof Kieslowski, and he volunteered, without prompting, his love of Loach’s film.

There were other snippets, I am sure, that I missed as a television viewer. Surely we must have had more Shakespeare, for instance: a burst of Olivier’s “Hamlet” (1948) or “Henry V” (1944), to add to the easeful speech from “The Tempest” that was delivered by Sir Kenneth Branagh—dressed, a mite confusingly, as Isambard Kingdom Brunel. Many of the extracts that I did catch were projected onto the side of the house that sat, for a while, in the midst of the Olympic stage. There we saw the pale, grave hero of David Lean’s “Oliver Twist” (1948), holding up his bowl and asking for more; John Howard Davies, who took the role of Oliver, grew up to win acclaim of a very different but no less British variety—he produced six episodes of “Fawlty Towers,” in whose farcical extremes Dickens might have well delighted. Boyle was modest enough to make only passing reference to his own triumph, “Slumdog Millionaire,” which won him the Oscars for Best Film and Best Direction, in 2009; and nobody will have begrudged him the quick nod to “Trainspotting” (1996), his earlier and more scabrous hit. What we saw yesterday was a shot of Ewan McGregor running at full pelt, Boyle having decided, probably wisely, not to use the sequence in which an American tourist, needing directions, is waylaid and mugged on a trip to Edinburgh. That might have sent slightly the wrong message to the visitors who have gathered in London’s embrace, although, if I were Boyle, I might have been tempted to tack it on at the last minute, purely for the pleasure of freaking out Mitt Romney.

Critical Mass — Charlie Pierce on what some people believe.

I do not know how one can read the latest Pew poll and come to any other conclusion that the country is reaching critical mass on stupid.

Nearly four years after he was sent to the White House, less than half of American voters know President Obama is Christian, a new poll has found. A survey by the Pew Research Center found that only 49 percent of those polled knew Obama is Christian, while 17 percent thought he is Muslim and 31 percent said they don’t know. Surprisingly, the percentage of voters who know Obama is Christian has declined since October 2008, when 55 percent correctly identified him as Christian. It is higher, however, than in August 2010, when just 38 percent knew his faith.

This is not “surprising” to me in the least. There is an entire media universe dedicated to spreading just this kind of misinformation. That media universe has been doing that since at least the 2008 Democratic primaries and probably before that. There are politicians — mainstream politicians — who not only believe it themselves, but readily participate in the media universe where this is taken and preached as gospel. The longer he’s in office, the more of this poison is spread through the country so, quite naturally, the more people come to believe it.

It’s really time for responsible people — in politics, in the media, and in any combination of the two — simply to stop participating in that media universe. It’s time to stop treating the various outlets of that media universe as though they were colleagues, good-faith actors who simply might have different opinions than your own. Everybody knows who these people are. Everybody knows what they’re doing. Everybody knows the reasons why these numbers are the way they are. It’s time to stop pretending that propaganda is news simply because there are enough suckers out there to believe it. Of course, as The Washington Post told us yesterday, it doesn’t matter if something’s true as long as it “works.” Believe that, and this is what you get, fool.

Doonesbury — Generational shift.

Monday, June 11, 2012

Short Takes

Good idea: Allies restrict the use of drone attacks on private homes.

EU’s rescue of Spain may only work for a short while.

Venezuela’s opposition party hits the streets.

Hundreds evacuated ahead of Colorado wildfires.

Three people were killed in a shooting near Auburn University.

Tolls are going up on Florida’s turnpike.

Here’s the list of the Tony winners from last night’s ceremony.

The Tigers beat Cincinnati.

Short Takes

Good idea: Allies restrict the use of drone attacks on private homes.

EU’s rescue of Spain may only work for a short while.

Venezuela’s opposition party hits the streets.

Hundreds evacuated ahead of Colorado wildfires.

Three people were killed in a shooting near Auburn University.

Tolls are going up on Florida’s turnpike.

Here’s the list of the Tony winners from last night’s ceremony.

The Tigers beat Cincinnati.

Sunday, June 3, 2012

Sunday Reading

Sounds Familiar — Alexis Madrigal at The Atlantic remembers those old tech sounds.

Of all the noises that my children will not understand, the one that is nearest to my heart is not from a song or a television show or a jingle. It’s the sound of a modem connecting with another modem across the repurposed telephone infrastructure. It was the noise of being part of the beginning of the Internet.

I heard that sound again this week on Brendan Chillcut’s simple and wondrous site: The Museum of Endangered Sounds. It takes technological objects and lets you relive the noises they made: Tetris, the Windows 95 startup chime, that Nokia ringtone, television static. The site archives not just the intentional sounds — ringtones, etc — but the incidental ones, like the mechanical noise a VHS tape made when it entered the VCR or the way a portable CD player sounded when it skipped. If you grew up at a certain time, these sounds are like technoaural nostalgia whippets. One minute, you’re browsing the Internet in 2012, the next you’re on a bus headed up I-5 to an 8th grade football game against Castle Rock in 1995.

The noises our technologies make, as much as any music, are the soundtrack to an era. Soundscapes are not static; completely new sets of frequencies arrive, old things go. Locomotives rumbled their way through the landscapes of 19th century New England, interrupting Nathaniel Hawthorne-types’ reveries in Sleepy Hollows. A city used to be synonymous with the sound of horse hooves and the clatter of carriages on the stone streets. Imagine the people who first heard the clicks of a bike wheel or the vroom of a car engine. It’s no accident that early films featuring industrial work often include shots of steam whistles, even though in many (say, Metropolis) we can’t hear that whistle.You could feel two things trying to come into sync: Were those things computers or were they actually me and my version of the world? Everyone knew what it sounded like and how big the changes it signaled were.

When I think of 2012, I will think of the overworked fan of my laptop and the ding of getting a text message on my iPhone. I will think of the beep of the FastTrak in my car as it debits my credit card so I can pass through a toll onto the Golden Gate Bridge. I will think of Siri’s uncanny valley voice.

But to me, all of those sounds — as symbols of the era in which I’ve come up — remain secondary to the hissing and crackling of the modem handshake. I first heard that sound as a nine-year-old. To this day, I can’t remember how I figured out how to dial the modem of our old Zenith. Even more mysterious is how I found the BBS number to call or even knew what a BBS was. But I did. BBS were dial-in communities, kind of like a local AOL. You could post messages and play games, even chat with people on the bigger BBSs. It was personal: sometimes, you’d be the only person connected to that community. Other times, there’d be one other person, who was almost definitely within your local prefix.

Click on the link to take a stroll down sounds’ memory lane.

Green and Gay — An iconic comic book star comes out.

Green Lantern, one of DC Comics’ oldest and most enduring heroes, is serving as a beacon for the publisher again, this time as a proud, mighty and openly gay hero.

The change is revealed in the pages of the second issue of “Earth 2” out next week, and comes on the heels of what has been an expansive year for gay and lesbian characters in the pages of comic books from Archie to Marvel and others.

But purists and fans note: This Green Lantern is not the emerald galactic space cop Hal Jordan who was, and is, part of the Justice League and has had a history rich in triumph and tragedy.

Instead, he’s a parallel earth Green Lantern. James Robinson, who writes the new series, said Alan Scott is the retooled version of the classic Lantern whose first appearance came in the pages of “All-American Comics” No. 16 in July 1940.

And his being gay is not part of some wider story line meant to be exploited or undone down the road, either.

“This was my idea,” Robinson explained this week, noting that before DC relaunched all its titles last summer, Alan Scott had a son who was gay.

But given “Earth 2” features retooled and rebooted characters, Scott is not old enough to have a grown son.

“By making him younger, that son was not going to exist anymore,” Robinson said.

“He doesn’t come out. He’s gay when we see him in issue two,” which is due out Wednesday. “He’s fearless and he’s honest to the point where he realized he was gay and he said ‘I’m gay.’”

It’s another example of gay and lesbian characters taking more prominent roles in the medium.

In May, Marvel Entertainment said super speedster Northstar will marry his longtime boyfriend in the pages of “Astonishing X-Men.” DC comics has other gay characters, too, including Kate Kane, the current Batwoman, The Question, and married characters Apollo and the Midnighter.

And in the pages of Archie Comics, Kevin Keller is one of the gang at Riverdale High School and gay, too.

Must Be Miami — Carl Hiaasen takes a look at the face-eating zombie.

All of us who live in Florida struggle to explain this bizarre place to distant friends and family.

The task got somewhat easier after the 2000 presidential election, which showcased the state’s unique style of dysfunction to a vast international audience. Since then, people who live elsewhere seem not so easily mortified by anything that happens here.

Take the dreadful case of the naked cannibal.

I’d be willing to bet that in no other city but Miami would the following quote appear matter-of-factly in a crime story: “Rudy was not a face-eating zombie monster.”

Those words come from a high school friend of Rudy Eugene, who chewed the flesh off a homeless man’s face on Memorial Day weekend. Eugene first removed his own clothes and then tore off the trousers of his victim, 65-year-old Ronald Poppo.

The gruesome biting attack, reported by passers-by, took about 18 minutes. It didn’t end until Eugene was shot dead by a policeman and physically separated from the gravely injured Poppo.

All this occurred on a Saturday morning on a ramp of the MacArthur Causeway, practically within fast-break distance of the American Airlines Arena where the Miami Heat plays.

Doonesbury — Vetting.

Sunday Reading

Sounds Familiar — Alexis Madrigal at The Atlantic remembers those old tech sounds.

Of all the noises that my children will not understand, the one that is nearest to my heart is not from a song or a television show or a jingle. It’s the sound of a modem connecting with another modem across the repurposed telephone infrastructure. It was the noise of being part of the beginning of the Internet.

I heard that sound again this week on Brendan Chillcut’s simple and wondrous site: The Museum of Endangered Sounds. It takes technological objects and lets you relive the noises they made: Tetris, the Windows 95 startup chime, that Nokia ringtone, television static. The site archives not just the intentional sounds — ringtones, etc — but the incidental ones, like the mechanical noise a VHS tape made when it entered the VCR or the way a portable CD player sounded when it skipped. If you grew up at a certain time, these sounds are like technoaural nostalgia whippets. One minute, you’re browsing the Internet in 2012, the next you’re on a bus headed up I-5 to an 8th grade football game against Castle Rock in 1995.

The noises our technologies make, as much as any music, are the soundtrack to an era. Soundscapes are not static; completely new sets of frequencies arrive, old things go. Locomotives rumbled their way through the landscapes of 19th century New England, interrupting Nathaniel Hawthorne-types’ reveries in Sleepy Hollows. A city used to be synonymous with the sound of horse hooves and the clatter of carriages on the stone streets. Imagine the people who first heard the clicks of a bike wheel or the vroom of a car engine. It’s no accident that early films featuring industrial work often include shots of steam whistles, even though in many (say, Metropolis) we can’t hear that whistle.You could feel two things trying to come into sync: Were those things computers or were they actually me and my version of the world? Everyone knew what it sounded like and how big the changes it signaled were.

When I think of 2012, I will think of the overworked fan of my laptop and the ding of getting a text message on my iPhone. I will think of the beep of the FastTrak in my car as it debits my credit card so I can pass through a toll onto the Golden Gate Bridge. I will think of Siri’s uncanny valley voice.

But to me, all of those sounds — as symbols of the era in which I’ve come up — remain secondary to the hissing and crackling of the modem handshake. I first heard that sound as a nine-year-old. To this day, I can’t remember how I figured out how to dial the modem of our old Zenith. Even more mysterious is how I found the BBS number to call or even knew what a BBS was. But I did. BBS were dial-in communities, kind of like a local AOL. You could post messages and play games, even chat with people on the bigger BBSs. It was personal: sometimes, you’d be the only person connected to that community. Other times, there’d be one other person, who was almost definitely within your local prefix.

Click on the link to take a stroll down sounds’ memory lane.

Green and Gay — An iconic comic book star comes out.

Green Lantern, one of DC Comics’ oldest and most enduring heroes, is serving as a beacon for the publisher again, this time as a proud, mighty and openly gay hero.

The change is revealed in the pages of the second issue of “Earth 2” out next week, and comes on the heels of what has been an expansive year for gay and lesbian characters in the pages of comic books from Archie to Marvel and others.

But purists and fans note: This Green Lantern is not the emerald galactic space cop Hal Jordan who was, and is, part of the Justice League and has had a history rich in triumph and tragedy.

Instead, he’s a parallel earth Green Lantern. James Robinson, who writes the new series, said Alan Scott is the retooled version of the classic Lantern whose first appearance came in the pages of “All-American Comics” No. 16 in July 1940.

And his being gay is not part of some wider story line meant to be exploited or undone down the road, either.

“This was my idea,” Robinson explained this week, noting that before DC relaunched all its titles last summer, Alan Scott had a son who was gay.

But given “Earth 2” features retooled and rebooted characters, Scott is not old enough to have a grown son.

“By making him younger, that son was not going to exist anymore,” Robinson said.

“He doesn’t come out. He’s gay when we see him in issue two,” which is due out Wednesday. “He’s fearless and he’s honest to the point where he realized he was gay and he said ‘I’m gay.’”

It’s another example of gay and lesbian characters taking more prominent roles in the medium.

In May, Marvel Entertainment said super speedster Northstar will marry his longtime boyfriend in the pages of “Astonishing X-Men.” DC comics has other gay characters, too, including Kate Kane, the current Batwoman, The Question, and married characters Apollo and the Midnighter.

And in the pages of Archie Comics, Kevin Keller is one of the gang at Riverdale High School and gay, too.

Must Be Miami — Carl Hiaasen takes a look at the face-eating zombie.

All of us who live in Florida struggle to explain this bizarre place to distant friends and family.

The task got somewhat easier after the 2000 presidential election, which showcased the state’s unique style of dysfunction to a vast international audience. Since then, people who live elsewhere seem not so easily mortified by anything that happens here.

Take the dreadful case of the naked cannibal.

I’d be willing to bet that in no other city but Miami would the following quote appear matter-of-factly in a crime story: “Rudy was not a face-eating zombie monster.”

Those words come from a high school friend of Rudy Eugene, who chewed the flesh off a homeless man’s face on Memorial Day weekend. Eugene first removed his own clothes and then tore off the trousers of his victim, 65-year-old Ronald Poppo.

The gruesome biting attack, reported by passers-by, took about 18 minutes. It didn’t end until Eugene was shot dead by a policeman and physically separated from the gravely injured Poppo.

All this occurred on a Saturday morning on a ramp of the MacArthur Causeway, practically within fast-break distance of the American Airlines Arena where the Miami Heat plays.

Doonesbury — Vetting.

Monday, February 27, 2012

Academy Awards Watch

I will probably watch Billy Crystal’s opening monologue and then go to sleep. The only film I saw this year that is up for Best Picture is Hugo and I don’t think it will win.

I really don’t care much about the rest of the awards, so the only prediction that I will make is that someone will say something risque or political and it will be the cue for the Very Serious People and the Orcosphere to go nuts and blame it on President Obama.

Sunday, February 26, 2012

Academy Awards Watch

I will probably watch Billy Crystal’s opening monologue and then go to sleep. The only film I saw this year that is up for Best Picture is Hugo and I don’t think it will win.

I really don’t care much about the rest of the awards, so the only prediction that I will make is that someone will say something risque or political and it will be the cue for the Very Serious People and the Orcosphere to go nuts and blame it on President Obama.