Showing posts with label David Sirota. Show all posts
Showing posts with label David Sirota. Show all posts

Monday, January 4, 2010

When the Rain Comes...

It's somehow fitting that a dark and driving rain ushers in the first morning after the holidays. OK, you've had your fun, it seems to say, but enough of this Peace-And-Good-Will stuff. Here's reality, and welcome to it. There was a time when I enjoyed the sound of the rain. Now, it makes my shoulders slump even when I'm lying down...

The wrist continues to improve. My hand remains shaky, stiff, and weak, but the dexterity is markedly better and I'm starting to get something like a grip. I still can't open jars, but I can pick up anything that's lightweight. It's something!...

Madeleine Bair writes of an Oakland neighborhood that discovered the future by turning to its past...

It's About Time Dept: For years, corporations opening new new sites have pitted municipalities against each other by promising new jobs in exchange for favorable tax conditions. This race to the bottom often costs the cities in competition with each other more in tax revenue then they get back in employment. Finally, some are fighting back, insisting that companies either make good on job guarantees or return the corporate welfare checks they've received from local taxpayers...

David Sirota's Top 10 Quotations of the Past Decade...

The New York Times reports this morning on a connection between a recent visit to Uganda by three evangelists and that country's current attempt to institutionalize hate crimes against homosexuals. The evangelists, naturally, deny any connection at all, despite the fact that they spoke before Uganda's parliament and that one has written admiringly of Ugandan resistance to western attempts to "re-homosexualize" (I kid you not) the country. The same evangelist, one Scott Lively, writes
I do not support the proposed anti-homosexuality law as written. It does not emphasize rehabilitation over punishment and the punishment that it calls for is unacceptably harsh. However, if the offending sections were sufficiently modified, the proposed law would represent an encouraging step in the right direction.
Big of you, Scott. Apparently, a law that emphasized punishment in the appropriate degree would be fine; it's simply a matter of calibration. How about twenty years of hard labor? Of course, that could be "forgiven" should the "offender" undergo reeducation at the hands of the International Healing Foundation (at his expense, of course)...

A riff on my favorite moment from the best TV show filmed in the Pacific Northwest:

Thursday, April 2, 2009

Novels To Read Before You Die: As I Lay Dying

The First Lines that I posted a few weeks ago -- the opening of William Faulkner's As I Lay Dying -- contain a cornucopia of information about the remainder of the novel. For starters, in these two simple sentences, Faulkner reveals that he has set this novel in the poor, rural South. We know that the characters are poor because one of them wears a "frayed and broken straw hat," not the kind of haberdashery the well-heeled would wear. By referring to the cottonhouse, Faulkner informs us that is set in that part of the South that grows cotton. Further, we know that the setting is rural because because the two men walk through a field. Finally, the narrator displays the trait of detachment by describing how he would look to someone else. And, of course, we know that Jewel is tall. 

That these sentences convey a great deal of information is certainly no accident. Faulkner must have worked and reworked them to set the scene and tone exactly as he wanted. He tells the story of As I Lay Dying from the first-person perspectives of the poor white Bundren family, a story that descends from the detached to the macabre and that contrasts the corrupt and mad aspects of human nature with the tiny voices of resignation and decency. Faulkner thought it his best novel. That he successfully conveyed so many human truths through the story of an illiterate clan led by a venal and selfish patriarch is a tour de force. Read this book; it's one of Citizen K.'s Novels You Must Read Before You Die (photo by Carl Van Vechten)...

The Decline And Fall Of Newspapers Redux: David Sirota agrees that they have no one to blame but themselves:
Beltway scribes didn't have to miss the Iraq war lies or the predictive signs of the Wall Street meltdown. Election correspondents weren't compelled to devote four times the coverage to the tactical insignifica of campaigns than to candidates' positions and records, as the Project for Excellence in Journalism found. Business reporters didn't need to give corporate spokespeople twice the space in articles as they did workers and unions, as a Center for American Progress report documents. National editors weren't obligated to focus on "elevat(ing) the most banal doings" in the White House to "breaking news," as The New York Times recently noted.

But that's what happened. Rather than investing in the valuable steel and concrete of hard reporting, national news outlets began printing the most worthless kind of commercial paper — rumors, personality profiles and other such speculative derivatives that consumers could find elsewhere.
I'll go even further: There was a complete failure of imagination on the part of newspapers when it came to taking their product to the internet. Unable to see beyond their printing presses, they initially saw their internet sites as an adjunct of the printed paper instead of the other way around. As a result, the web sites simply reproduced the print version, which amounted to a dull and unimaginative approach that did not fully leverage modern technology. 

Moreover, papers remain stuck in a 20th Century business model that stresses competition with other papers instead of a cooperative amalgamation of news and opinion resources. For example, nothing that I know of has prevented Washington state newspapers from developing a single internet portal. This might have attracted more traffic and advertisers and still allowed for print editions. Something like this could have broadened reader perspectives by redefining the meaning of "local" for the 21st Century. Instead, as Sirota writes, we got fluff journalism that reduced the stature of the papers while providing information easily available elsewhere...

If you lived in New Orleans, you could spend this weekend Jammin' on Julia and stuffing your face at the Ponchatoula Strawberry Festival with the new NOLA Brown and Blonde Ales as your constant companions...

Seattle actor John Aylward talks about his years as ER's Dr. Donald Anspaugh....

Newsweek's John Barry writes that President Obama must regain the trust of our traditional allies, and that this is a massive undertaking that won't be resolved at the G20 meetings:
It is hard to overestimate the damage that the Bush administration did to America's historic Western alliance. Former defense secretary Donald Rumsfeld's offhand dismissal of "Old Europe," as against the new states of Central Europe, set the tone. Rumsfeld later said he'd mangled his text; and in another circumstance the European allies might have accepted that. But Rumsfeld's misspeaking, if that is what it was, points to the real damage. At its root, the Europeans believe they were systematically brushed aside—even lied to. At the depth of the Iraq debacle, one senior adviser at No. 10 Downing Street exclaimed: "We've been betrayed by a bunch of incompetents in Washington." Tony Blair, Brown's predecessor and that official's admired boss, was effectively destroyed by his support of W. The same adviser is now in Britain's Washington embassy. Does anyone believe he has forgotten what prompted his outburst?...

Where is Diogenes when we need him?...

By the way, my firm belief is the stock market -- what is it up now? Waiting for the number -- it's hovering around 260, 265, 270, whatever it is. And I maintain this is because President Obama is out of the country. The market loves it when Oba -- oh, it's up 306. There must be news that he's extending his stay overseas. There must be news he's not coming back as soon as they thought he might be going back. I mean, the markets going nuts, and the only thing here that's different is that Obama's gone. He's out of the country. If Obama said that he'd stay out of the country for a month, the markets would hit 8,500 today. They'd jump another three or four hundred. In fact, all he would have to say is that he's extending his stay for maybe a couple of weeks.