Saturday, May 31

Saturday Songs.

Uh-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom:

On a night when on one coast the Miami Heat earned a trip to the NBA Finals by destroying the Indiana Pacers by 25 points (in a game that wasn't even that close), the Blackhawks and Kings continued to show why (in resounding fashion) the NHL produces the better product come playoff time.

Three times the lead changed hands in this one, twice in the third period alone. There was Quick stoning a two-on-none Blackhawks' breakaway in the second to keep it a one-goal game; there was Drew Doughty roofing one in the third to tie the game at 2-2, then dishing to Alex Martinez for a wrister that put the Kings up 3-2.

And then there was Kane in total control, making brilliance look easy by slowing down the world around him.
...
"This is a wow factor in this series, especially these last two games," Chicago coach Joel Quenneville said. "Two competitive teams that have experience – experienced players, experience in the situation. It's been amazing. As good as it gets."

And there's still more to come...

Wednesday, May 28

The Bridge is on Fire. The Hurt is Over.

The musical bridge that is...
Here's George and Aretha, singing us home.

I don't regret a single moment.
No, I don't. (I know you don't.)
Looking back...

RIP Maya Angelou.

"When I look back on all those disappointments... I just laugh. 
(I know you do!) I just laugh..."

When the river was deep, I didn't falter.
When the mountain was high, I still believed.
When the valley was low, it didn't stop me...
Knew you were waiting...
I knew you were waiting...
For me.

Tuesday, May 20

I Went Skydiving.

I went Rocky Mountain climbing.
I went 12.7 seconds, on a bull named Fu-Man-Chu
and I loved deeper
and I wrote freer
and I gave Forgiveness I'd been denyin'...

And He said:
Someday I hope you get the chance
to live for what I was dying.

Like tomorrow was a Gift,
and you got eternity to think about what to do with it...
What would you do with it?
What did you do with it?
What did I do with it?  

I went... skyyyydiving...
 * with apologies to Tim McGraw.
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Two-fer Tuesday:
Take Jimmy Johnson.
Take Tommy Thompson.
Take my best friend Beau.
Take anybody that you want
as long as she don't go.
Take any boy in the world
Daddy please, but don't the girl.
* Reminds me of some of the men who died in the Aurora movie house killings, protecting their own.

Monday, May 19

Rainy Days and Mondays...


Never Bring Me Down.

Sunday, May 18

Trivial Pursuit.

Did you know...
former NYT executive editor Jill Abramson is the sister to Jane O'Connor, who wrote the Fancy Nancy story books for young girlie-girl readers. 

Interesting.

(Also:  Nina, Nina, Ballerina was hers too. )
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Another interesting nugget:
Abramson attended Harvard University back when it was still gender segregated, graduating in 1976.  The undergraduate college became coeducational after its 1977 merger with Radcliffe College.

I still say, there is a distinct generational difference in gender attitudes between the men and women who came up before Title 9, and those who came after, expecting to compete fairly with each other in the classrooms, and playing many of the same ball games in their early schooldays on the exact same playing fields and courts.

Perhaps people who believe that women will never get equal treatment as men in the workplaces and professions are self-fulfilling their reduced expectations?  Also, once you get into the half-million dollar annual compensation neighborhood, don't you lose the support of many working women when you complain (or worse, your doctor-daughter complains) that you got paid too little because you were a woman?

May 17
A woman hiring another smart woman is called being the Boss. Being paid less than male counterparts is sexist. Where's the confusion?

Cornelia Griggs. “Big thank you to all the #pushy #bossy #polarizing women and men who get it,” Dr. Griggs wrote. “The story isn’t over, not even close.”

I'm a competent woman, creative too, but I don't have the muscle to push my way to the top.  Funny, I think more women would benefit if we weren't judged so much on how pushy, bossy or aggressively ambitious we could be, but on how well we perform the tasks at hand, in even the top jobs.
 
We see in the new media,
the ones muscling their way up are definitely ambitious and self-confident.  But... what of the naturally quieter people, with solid skills, who simply do not want to play a loud and pushy game?  Sometimes, the top reporters and writers too, operate best as natural observers and questioners.  They'll never outshout you, or outshine you even, but they know their role, quietly playing by the unwritten rules and getting the job done.

To me, the system of network advancing, which no doubt benefits the daughters of the affluent and connected -- plus the decline in respect for the working-class people who often best understand in reality how things operate, get done, or don't get done:  hint:  it's not so easy as just demanding a solution, or delegating either -- accounts for a good deal of the current mediocrity we are mired in, as a country and in our overall communities.

Let's nurture talent, recognize and reward it, sure, but understand that perhaps the personality and alleged strengths of our current leaders and politicians are perhaps contributing to a lack of positive results.   It seems these days, everyone wants to be the highest paid player on the team (that's how they measure Success, capital S) and gain the most accolades and the top titles, and that becomes the game itself:  a perpetual campaign mode.

The overall record of the team's play, however, is sacrificed at the altar of Ambition.

He works...

in mysterious ways.
(It's all right, it's all right...)

"All this just seems so unreal," Karries Finney, of Moreno Valley, Calif., told ABC News of the whirlwind she's been through this month.

When Finney's mother, Renee, who was only 42-years-old, abruptly died from cancer right before Mother's Day, she and her younger brother and sister were suddenly left trying to raise funds they just didn't have, at least $10,000, for her burial.

The three children - ages 16, 18 and 25 - spent Mother's Day holding bake sales and car washes, doing everything within their power to give their mom the send-off they knew she deserved. But despite successfully earning a whopping $2,000 that day, they still needed $8,000 more.
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Each of the children wrote notes from their hearts, pouring their personal thoughts for their beloved mom onto paper. They then turned to the skies, fastening the notes to the helium balloons and released them, hoping they'd reach her in heaven.

Finney was admittedly skeptical of the balloon idea, but was willing to give it a shot to have one last conversation with her mom. And now she couldn't be happier that she did.

"I knew my mom probably wasn't going to read them or reach her in heaven, but honestly, now I know my mom was in heaven blowing those balloons right back down and put them on that porch," she explained of what miraculously happened next.

On Monday morning, the day after Mother's Day, Yvette Melton, a complete stranger 35 miles away in Murrieta, Calif., walked out her front door on her way to work and literally stumbled onto a clump of balloons on her lawn.

"I went to leave about 8:30 in the morning or so, and they were just right off the grass in my bushes right by the door," Melton, 55, recalled. "And where I live, I thought it was just trash because we have so much wind, until I picked them up and saw the notes attached."

She was apprehensive at first to read the notes for fear of being intrusive, but once she realized one of them was in children's handwriting, she eventually gave in.
...
"These letters had nothing to do with them asking for help, it was just three kids' thoughts to their mother. They had no intention of anyone finding it and they weren't asking for anything."

Humbled and thrilled at the opportunity to surprise the family, Melton began Googling the names signed on the letters and eventually came across Renee Finney's obituary. 
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Melton even set up a gofundme page, which she says reached an additional $10,000 within a mere nine hours.

"I just started crying," said Finney. "When I found out, we were actually out doing bake sales and trying to raise more money. We were so overwhelmed with everything we had to do, and we just prayed. We just told ourselves, 'We are prosperous and we will survive.'"

But then, she added, "We get a phone call that someone had found the balloons, and I didn't know what to say. I was just at a loss for words and just was praising God."
...
"I can't even express the gratitude. It's amazing. I don't even know what to say. When I try to tell Yvette how I feel, nothing is enough. I can't say enough. I can't thank her enough. There are no words to express the feeling that this is giving us. It's unreal."

Melton says she's honored to attend the funeral and is very much looking forward to meeting the family.

"This has been such a whirlwind," she said. "But it all happened for a reason."

Wednesday, May 14

Wow.

Jill Abramson has been dismissed as executive editor of The New York Times and is being replaced by Dean Baquet, the managing editor, an abrupt change in leadership at one of the nation’s largest daily newspapers.
She should have freed herself from Keller's influence and recognized that when a change like that is made, it's made with good reason and you don't cling to the male leaders who supported you personally in the past.

I also wonder if women of her generation, like Gail Collins, understand how they sound when they continually push for women in the top positions.  Don't attribute your rise to your gender.  If you're good, attribute it to your being the best person for the job.  Ditto the people you publish, and hire.

Nobody wants to be beat out by someone, in sports or on the job, because of outside influence.  Don't say you're hiring women (it's like you've gone fishing only with a binder full of female resumes.)  Make some pretense at least that the job is open to everyone, and you're going to look at job qualifications -- not gender -- to fill the open slots.

Don't tell me we have to tilt the game, either, just to get women represented.  Plenty of skilled players, who happen to be women, can compete for the top jobs.  When you stress the "appointment of many senior female editors as one of her achievements", what message does that send to qualified others?

Also, why cling to Keller, whose performance was ... not tops?
If you're blazing an independent path, and were hired for your new perspectives, why would you want to follow what has proven not to work in the industry in the past?

I strongly believe the country is better off when we hire people based on what they know, not who they know.  I know, I know... I'm in a minority on this one.  Idealist thinking that won't pay the bills in reality.

Still, one hopes... no matter how much hope has been devalued in recent days.
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ADDED:  I can't help but thinking that Abramson being replaced by Baquet is a bit like Quinn losing the mayoral race to DeBlasio.

What goes around, comes around...

Tuesday, May 13

Barron County, Wisconsin.

Sometimes, I don't understand those who collect their paychecks from the criminal justice system.  Do you have to check your common sense at the door before you assume authority in this county?

Samantha Prekker, 17, "moved into" the house I rent on Friday, February 14, 2014.  Now of course, a minor cannot make a contract.  Contracts 101.

Legally, you are supposed to be 18 years old to purchase cigarettes:  our sheriff deputies periodically do alcohol and cigarette checks at local establishments, with the funding coming from grant programs to keep kids from starting smoking and getting addicted young.

If you were a police officer who responded to a disturbance call at a residence, and a young woman reported she had "moved in" there with her 19-year-old boyfriend, into the home of a mid-20s disabled young man, would you check the child's id and ask her age and address?

I would.
Common sense.

Especially if the young man in his mid-20s had four convictions with fines of over $1,000 in the municipal court for hosting at least four people at an underage drinking party on Jan. 9, 2014.  (The sheriff's office publicly supports the "those who host, lose the most" slogan -- using grant money, I believe -- especially now during prom/graduation season.  It's targeted at school kids, but maybe some of these hosts are already out of school?  Big Point here is:  my home is not hosting these parties.  As for me and mine, we will serve the Lord, not alcohol to minors. Separate addresses, premises, but shared house rules.  Respect.)

Especially if the young man at the address previously had been identified as a "vulnerable adult" and a "follower" of friends, plenty of whom probably know he has a monthly check arriving and a rented home, that this winter became a teenage/young adult "drop in" shelter.


Here's what happened to me, here in Barron County, Wisconsin:
In the early evening hours of Friday, February 14, I heard vulgarities ("f this and f that" angry arguing), thumps on the wall, and a woman's voice amongst the males ones living below me in a rented house.

I called 9-11, explained there had been previous incidents downstairs (one teenage girl returning home at 3am, whose parents wisely reported to police their daughter had been plyed with Everclear liquor at the downstairs address), and asked the police to investigate.  The responding officer later knocked on my door, explained that a young woman downstairs had fallen, and that explained the thuds, vulgarities, and sounds I reported.  The officer said the young people had agreed to keep the noise levels down, and indeed, that night they did.

The next night, the 15th, when I followed up on an afternoon inquiry with the downstairs renter, the young woman came onto my property in the rented house -- into the front foyer below the staircase that leads onto the front porch, which is my one and only entrance to the property.  (In case of fire, there are windows that open onto the back garage, and although I have not yet invested in a chain ladder, I would get out and drop to the ground, if needed, through these windows.  I'm prepared, because I'm older and understand a bit about taking precautions in life.)  The downstairs apartment has a back porch two separate entrance/exits, and a separate address than mine.  Clearly, these are two units with separate rooms and boundaries.

I laughed when this crossed woman ;came out and told me she and her teen boyfriend (not the downstairs renter) had "moved in".  I know the landlord -- he never would have authorized an underage female and her young lover, both with criminal charges against them, to move in legally.  He doesn't want trouble here, nor does he want his rental property being known as a homeless shelter drop in, an underage party den, or an otherwise respectable rental unit.

After being quizzed by me as to who exactly she allegedly paid the $100 to that she was claiming was her move-in fee, (the boyfriend allegedly would pay $100 too), I told her she didn't belong on my property.  Asked her bluntly to leave.  I told her what I paid montly for rent (more than $100) and asked if her payment was going to offset my rent, since she was in my space and constantly smoking.  I explained that I had been renting for two winters, had sealed off the upstairs windows with plastic in late autumn, and had an agreement with both the downstairs renter as well as the landlord, that when he occasionally smoked, or had guest that did, he would take the cigarettes either outside, into the basement, or at least onto the back porch or in the garage with the door cracked, so that the smoke would ventilate while the house was closed up during the winter months.

The drafts in the old house exit through my back bedroom.  I am an early riser, and when turning in at 9pm or 10pm, it sickens me to be awoken hours later by carbon monoxide second-hand smoke.  When that happened previously, I knocked and asked the parties downstairs to consider how others were affected.  Most times previously, there was at least an attempt to work together and be considerate of others.  The downstairs renter understood this.

Not so  young Ms. Prekker, who again, is 17 and a teenager with attitude.
Why she was now "living" in the house, and specifically trespassing onto the part of the property I rented, I do not know.  Damn kids..

Now my question to the responding police officers is this:  why is this young woman not being cared for by the county's human services division?  In the court records, she lists a home address that is only blocks from the house I legally rent.

Why did the responding police officers not run her age, her criminal background, and promptly place her in the police car and drive her home that night?    Instead, they removed me from the premises for "disorderly conduct" and left a 17 year old with questionable sexual maturity in the house with a 19 year old man and a mid-20s year old man...

The part I am leaving out is how three times I tried simply to go to bed that night, and three times the youngsters down below made sure that wasn't going to happen.  At one point, they lit up their cigarettes and corncob pipes inside the house, then marched out through the foyer onto the front porch, which legally is trespassing -- that is my portion of the rented house, and were going to take it outside.  Unfortunately, the young and not so worldly police officers who were on duty that night, allegedly informed the group that they could smoke in the house -- as guests of the renter, they could do whatever they wanted in the home...

Not too smart, considering the police investigation in mid-January for underage drinking, and the complaints from parents and placed anonymously that underage people were coming to this house to do what they apparently were not permitted to do in their own homes.

When the investigating police officer for that incident had showed up on my front porch looking for the downstairs renter, I informed him that they young man below was a "follower";  he was a good kid, and I like him, when he's on his own, but he is only as good as the crowd he is following.  I'm not sure of his mental disability, but I had previously gone to the police station last year and asked if there was a community service officer I could speak with regarding the renter.  I believed he was a vulnerable adult.

This visit, on October 8, 2013 lasted about 30 to 45 minutes and the officer I spoke with took notes.  One of the male guests of the downstairs renter had broken out the window leading onto the front porch, and fled the scene.  The downstairs renter was intoxicated extremely that night, and although the police came two times to question him and ask who he was with who had broken the window, no action apparently was taken.

Also, as I  mentioned on October 8 during my visit to the police station, twice I had found the same two young men sleeping on my porch -- the second time they were using my freshly laundered clothes as pillows, while they slept on the floor.  My dog startled them into awakening, and they explained they were looking for their friend, who had stayed overnight with the landlord, where he helps with the cattle.  I was nice enough the first time -- they quickly left -- but the second time, I told them they were trespassing and were not welcome on the premises.

I also learned that one of the young men was the brother of another who had been imprisoned, partly based on my testimony:  when I first arrived in Rice Lake, I was entering the libary, and observed a group of 4 young men running, seemingly intoxicated, when one jumped on a car in the municipal lot, squatted and ... shit on a car.   (I wish I were making this up...)

Being fresh from Madison, where community service officers operate under a broken windows policy and work with neighborhood groups to police together with citizens, I called it in.  Reported what I saw.  If I came out to a steaming pile of shit on my car, and somebody observed who did it, I would hope they would open their mouth and speak up as well.

I honestly thought they would track down the "kid", and make him clean up his shit.   (I come from a small town myself, where the cops got results by publicly intervening: pouring out beers, confiscating fireworks, laying into people, etc.  Of course, we didn't have a jail the next town over, waiting to criminalize dumb kid stuff.)

Little did I know, the man whom I identified by his thick dark hair and the solid color of his tee-shirt as part of the group, was well know to local officers.  The responding office -- a female, Officer Jackie -- went to his home, observed him intoxicated, questioned him about his whereabouts, and arrested him.  The young man was either on probation for another crime, or had charges against him that included "no drinking" in his bond conditions.  The witness/victim's advocate, Mary Hogan, asked me to testify as to what I had seen, and I worked with the assistant district attorney Russ Berg in court.

When I told the downstairs renter his friends had been on my porch looking for him, he was the one who informed me that those two were ok, but he warned me against the one man's brother, who had been in prison, and was simply "no good".  That's when I made the connection between my testimony years earlier, and who these people were sleeping on my porch.

When I spoke with the police officer on October 8, and reported both the broken window incident (which had a police report already) and the two incidents of trespass (neither of which I had found sufficient to report), he told me his staff was short-handed, and that all officers were trained to handle neighborhoods reports, which were not crimes necessarily but which a wise police force might want to be aware of.  It's the "broken windows" policy of policing, ironically.

The officer also mentioned that he had a proposal to fill an open patrol position, which had been frozen by the city council, who wanted to wait for budget numbers and time, before re-negotiating the employment contract with the local police union.  He did not ask me, but I made a public appearance at that meeting, and requested that the council please fill the open position immediately.  I explained what I had been told about the community policing policy, the "broken windows" theory, and how it was not possible to implement anything close to that if the officers were short-handed already, requiring overtime just to staff their regular shifts.

The motion passed by one vote, and the next day I received a phone message, thanking me for coming to the meeting and speaking out.  I want to be part of the solution, not part of the problem.  Unlike many authority figures here in the county,  I rent -- by choice -- and understand perhaps better than most how alcohol affects even the best of neighbors, and how personal property -- like cars parked outside, or plants outside ones' door near the windows -- can get damaged by drunks, who often act out unknowingly when they're rolling home after bar close time.

My reason for moving to the house, in fact, with the porch and yard, was because in the larger unit, "box" apartments, there is often no accountability.  When the divorced upstairs renter from me reported his guns were stolen from the home by the teenage male guests of his teen daughter who was visiting, I knew it was time to get out of there. Anyone who's ever taken a gun safety class knows that responsible gun owners keep their weapons under lock and key, so that children left alone cannot access them.  Apparently, these guns were not locked and simply walked out the door...

I had been notified by this situation from a neighbor across the hall, who was studying at the community college to be a police officer herself.  She was having a broken window fixed by the landlord, when she informed me of the gun thefts, and to keep my eyes and ears open as to any teens who should not be on the property.  (She made sure I knew who the friends of her own teenage son were, as well as already knowing the high schooler, who lived full-time with his father upstairs.  None of this was formally done, or frightened, or in need of a "victim coordinator", just basic common sense.  ie/She heard guns were missing by kids that weren't supposed to be around the propery:  she opened her mouth and told me;  had her own broken window in the back room fixed.)

But when I asked the landlady about this, she downplayed the gun thefts, and explained why she had not informed the tenants herself:  "Oh Mary, those boys weren't even supposed to be over visiting the girl," she explained.  She simply was clueless about why that did not make it all better:  if a father doesn't know who is coming and going in his own home, and bullets easily can be fired through walls and windows, all the more reason to have the guns removed from the premises or safely locked up, until the teenage children can be trusted. 

So in short, I thought my worries were over when I rented the big old house with only one downstairs tenant.  This man was a bit older than me, quiet, disabled, and a non smoker who did not bring guests over to party at all hours.  I never considered him vulnerable to any young friends, nor was I ever awakened, repeatedly, in the middle of the night by smoke, noise, trespass or property threats.  But he moved back to Milwaukee last May, and the new tenant in his 20s, a good worker of the cattleman landlord moved in...

Let me stress again, I like this guy.  He's got style, rare in a rural community.  When it's working season and he's in contact regularly with the landlord, working at the farm, life is great.  It's the friends whose behavior here is questionable:  I don't think the renter even knew the ages of the young people being brought to the property.  All the more reason I wish we could have worked together to address any vulnerabilities in the system and how to prevent them.

The final incident, that occurred only weeks after the underage drinking party, concerned an anonymous call that came in on the sheriff's tip line.  Apparently a police officer responded on the Friday or Saturday of Martin Luther King day weekend, and told the group below to keep it down, after he apparently confirmed that there were underage people present, but they were not drinking.

I didn't know any of this until the following morning.  I certainly didn't text in the tip, but guess what?  The kids thought so!  They told me this the next day, and reported they would damage my car when I had knocked at 6a.m, and asked them to move a vehicle that had blocked my car in.  Hungover and rude, the young man came within inches of hitting my car, as his tires were slipping on the ice, he said, and he had to "rock it", with no choice of coming so close to my car...

I got the number from the responding officer and called dispatch, who clearly stated the complaint the night before had been texted anonymously, and was NOT from the upstairs tenant.  Unfortunately, that never got related to the party below, so all night long they smoked and partied it up, apparently to teach me not to call the police on them.

I filed a 6-page handwritten complaint the next day, after being up all night, outlining the previous issues, and explaining some of the drawbacks of anonymous reporting,  I left 3 messages for the county victim coordinator, Mary Hogan, whom I had met that one time previously, and who I later learned was not happy with my newspaper reporting on court trials and charges.  Apparently she is the one who determines who is a victim in this county and qualifies for services, and clearly, I was not in this class.

When I finally did ask the receptionist to hold the line and track her down in the building, as I wasn't sure if my earlier messages had been getting through, and allowing for her being off on the MLK day holiday, she explained while I could seek a restraining order, it would be hard to determine which one of the friends would be the appropriate subject of a restraining order, since they were apparently acting together.  Also, the cost deterred me.  I was working with the landlord to address these issues when the 17-year-old allegedly "moved in."

Again, I knew the landlord was not in agreement with this, particularly since the young lady had lewd and lascivious conduct charges against her, from sexual contact with an adult man in front of two even younger teen girls.  I don't want that where I live;  the landlord doesn't want that in the building he owns.
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After I was arrested, the downstairs renter, and the young couple, moved a homeless woman "Chrissy" and her pitbull "Leonard" into the house for the following week.  They brought the dog out onto the foyer area, and introduced it to my Yorkie mix, with the teenage boyfriend stating,  "See, the dogs get along.  Why can't we people get along?"

The landlord then came over, and cleaned house.
I'm not sure what he said, but he put everyone except the downstairs renter out, permanently.  Things have been nice and quiet around here.

About a month later, the truancy officer came looking for the girl, who was long gone but had registered at this address for her alternative school.  By then, the downstairs renter informed me, she had been transported across state lines, a visit to Florida with her boyfriend.

I still wonder why the police did not care enough about this child to either take her home, or to find a good foster family where she could learn boundaries and grow.  I don't think 20-something men and teenagers are going to do a good job of raising her, like a proper family could, even a trained foster one.


Minors shouldn't be "moving in" in the middle of a cold long winter, with odd collections of people like that.  When the police learn of it, they should call county services (for the homeless lady with the dog; especially for the underage woman; and maybe for the disabled as well, who is still learning how to set his own houseguest policies.)

Thursday, May 8

My Joke of the Day.

What did the Edwardian's daughter say to the single lady neighbor who caught her coming in late?










(hum a tune...)








"You're no Victorian Principle yourself, toots."

Hahaha.
Makes sense to me...

Wednesday, May 7

My true fear?

All this talk about the Clintons and their lovers will turn everyone off in moral disgust again, and stupidly, we'll* elect to put a Bush in the White House to counter.

Not since Kitty O'Shea has a politician, and a country perhaps, sacrificed so much for so little...
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* collective "we" implied.
I've never voted for a Herbert /Walker/ Bush; they don't represent my interests. Period.

Tuesday, May 6

Here We Go...

Olé, Olé, Olé.
Missed y'all yesterday, not posting here, but things are getting busier now that spring has schprung...

Make it a great Tuesday,
Go Go Go, 
Oé, Oé, Oé!

Sunday, May 4

What is Media Buzz?

Buzz is what people are talking about, plain and simple.
This is not how you determine what's buzzing; what issues people are talking about or concerned with:

Since there’s no agreed-upon metric for “buzz,” the columnist can just toss it out there without firm refutation. And sure, the deeply reported Politico Magazine story on Hillary Clinton’s history with the media by Glenn Thrush and Maggie Haberman received plenty of pass-around.
A Google News search of “Hillary Clinton media Politico Magazine” turned up more than 140 articles.  A Google News search of “unemployment rate 6.3″ turned up nearly 900 articles.
~The Erik Wemple blog at The Washington Post.
Another problem with this type of journolistic reliance on statistics is you have to have similar comparables.  Note, he's not comparing the discussion of one article to another.  He's comparing discussion of one specific article to the discussion in nearly 900 other articles regarding a topic, the most recent official unemployment rate.   You don't want to officially measure media buzz, or weigh things using search engine results like that for good reason.

I'd say 140 stories about another writer's specific story tops 900 summary treatment stories of the most recent release of the "official" unemployment figures.  Who exactly read those 900 stories do you think, and does The Erik Wemple blog, wherever he's at, hear people discussing or being concerned with the 900?  How about half that?  Is he overhearing any discussion by real people regarding the supposed uptick in jobs?

No. Thrush and Haberman's piece, by contrast, captured media attention.  Just like Dowd's buzz-worthy piece is doing today.

It's not often, afterall, that The Erik Wemple Blog works Sundays.  He caught the buzz Maureen is generating, and hopes to bring some of those eyeballs to The Post, discussing what she wrote.  Worked for me!  But calling her work silly or shallow -- while he quickly gloms on -- and telling us what he thinks is buzzworthy in Washington misses the point:
Even if you accept the soundings of Dowd’s buzzmeter, recognize its shallowness. The importance of the unemployment report isn’t that employers added 288,000 jobs in April; or that the gains came across various sectors; or that a significant population gave up looking for work over the past month. The important thing is whether the coverage of all those considerations buzzed around the Beltway.

Dowd's much read, much discussed column goes deeper though, with the overriding theme:
 it doesn't matter how many articles the new unemployment figures generate if people have given up on the president, looking past him to take effective action, and pinning their hopes on  future candidates.  

Erik Wemple's piece might show up in search engine results too, but it shouldn't be weighted one to one, the same as a better read story in a competitor paper, with hundreds of comments, that people are reading and actively engaging with -- whether agreeing or disagreeing with the writer's premise.  That's buzz.

That's journalism too.  It really is a people business.*  You don't want to get 'em mixed up and confuse one for the other.  This false comparable, number-collecting spin Wemple employs... that journ-o-lism.

Vive La Différence!
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*  Wemple's blog bio tells us he's been "doing journalism" for 20 years.  Too cute!
"He has been doing journalism for and about Washington for more than two decades..."
But how exactly do you "do journalism for Washington", I wonder?   Twenty years in, perhaps he's like some of the comfortably ensconced Congressional critters.  Not too hard to run and report seach engine results, afterall, and call it a day...

Btw, Maureen Dowd won a Pulitzer for her coverage of the first Clinton White House.  I think she knows what buzz is at this point in her career, can attract it herself, as well as identify what people are talking about...  No search engine results needed.

Saturday, May 3

Showtime!

After Chicago built a 2-0 lead early on the power plays, the Wild came back to tie it in the 3rd period.

Patrick Kane responded:

The flashy wing carried the puck into the Minnesota zone, hesitated as teammate Patrick Sharp skated behind him, and then split Brodziak and Brodin on his way to the net.

He finished the play by roofing a backhand over goaltender Ilya Bryzgalov’s left shoulder at 8:22.  Kane then yelled “Showtime!” twice and pumped his right arm as the delirious crowd cheered wildly.

But he was only getting started...
Mama always said,
it's only cocky if you can't back it up, boys...
(I love that picture at the link.) No denying, they're a good team.
Bickell tipped in Brent Seabrook’s slap shot at 14:48 of the first, and then had some fancy footwork on the Blackhawks’ second goal in the second period. Nick Leddy made a nice pass to Brandon Saad streaking through the middle of the Minnesota zone.  Saad then sent a backhand pass toward the left side of the net that Bickell stepped over, leaving it for Hossa to flip into the open side of the goal at 11:21.
The rest of the period belonged to Minnesota, which outshot Chicago 17-3 in the second. Mikael Granlund had a shot go high off the left post, and Corey Crawford made nice glove saves on Wild captain Mikko Koivu and Zach Parise.
Crawford finished with 30 saves...

Friday, May 2

Transferring the Keys!

The used vehicle selection at Don Johnson Motors in Rice Lake, an hour north of Eau Claire on Highway 53, is tremendous this spring.  Sales manager Darren Lucas (pictured) and business manager Kelly Thompson (taking the picture) did right by me. The salespeople work as a team and are honest.  No intimidation, just patience in answering all your questions.  They were timely with me about getting the recall ignition parts ordered and installed, and I appreciate the deal on one fine wagon.  Would definitely do business with them again one day!

Gravitas.

"Now I know why they (the Phillies fans) boo Richie all the time. When he hits a home run, there's no souvenir."

That was Willie Stargell, commenting way back when on hard-hitting slugger Dick Allen, the Wampum Walloper:

Before scientific weight training, muscle-building dietary supplements, and anabolic steroids, Allen boasted a powerful and muscular physique along the lines of Mickey Mantle and Jimmie Foxx. Indeed, baseball historian Bill Jenkinson ranks Allen with Foxx and Mantle, and just a notch below Babe Ruth, as the four top long distance sluggers ever to wield a baseball bat.
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Willie Mays stated that Allen hit a ball harder than any player he had ever seen. Dick Allen, like Babe Ruth, hit with a rather heavy bat. Allen's 40-ouncer bucked the Ted Williams-inspired trend of using a light bat for increased bat speed.

Dick Allen combined massive strength and body torque to produce bat speed and drive the ball. Eighteen of his drives cleared Connie Mack Stadium's 65-foot-high left field Grandstand. Twice Dick Allen cleared that park's 65-foot-high right center field scoreboard: a feat considered virtually impossible for a right-handed hitter.

Allen hit perhaps his most memorable Philadelphia home run off the Cardinals' Ray Washburn in 1965 when he cleared Connie Mack Stadium's left center field roof Coke sign. That home run, an estimated 529-footer, inspired Willie Stargell to say: "Now I know why they (the Phillies fans) boo Richie* all the time. When he hits a home run, there's no souvenir."
Those were heavier times in this country, on the playing field and off. One of his teammates even went after Allen in the dugout with a bat:
Non-baseball incidents soon marred Allen's Philadelphia career. In July 1965 he got into an infamous fistfight with fellow Phillie Frank Thomas.

According to two teammates who witnessed the fight, Thomas swung a bat at Allen, hitting him in the shoulder. Johnny Callison said, "Thomas got himself fired when he swung that bat at Richie. In baseball you don't swing a bat at another player—ever."

Pat Corrales confirmed that Thomas hit Allen with a bat and added that Thomas was a "bully" known for making racially divisive remarks. Allen and his teammates were not permitted to give their side of the story under threat of a heavy fine. The Phillies released Thomas the next day. That made the fans and local sports writers not only see Allen as costing a white player his job, but freed Thomas to give his version of the fight.
Allen essentially was taking the racial wrath of the fans, who brought their social troubles to the game:
Some of the Phillies' own fans, known for being tough on hometown players even in the best of times, exacerbated Allen's problems. Initially the abuse was verbal, with obscenities and racial epithets. Eventually Allen was greeted with showers of fruit, ice, refuse, and even flashlight batteries as he took the field. He began wearing his batting helmet even while playing his position in the field
Even management wouldn't cut him a break:
Allen was fined $2,500 and suspended indefinitely in 1969 when he failed to appear for the Phillies twi-night doubleheader game with the New York Mets. Allen had gone to New Jersey in the morning to see a horse race, and got caught in traffic trying to return.
He got a reputation in the league too.
Cardinals manager Red Schoendienst recalled that when he was asked, before Allen's acquisition, if he wanted Allen, he had said "no" because he'd heard Allen had a bad attitude, and the team didn't need him. After the season, when Schoendienst was asked if Allen should be traded, he said "no", since Allen had helped the team and his attitude was not a problem.
With the Chicago White Sox, he became an MVP, a top-paid player who perhaps saved that struggling franchise from being relocated -- moving out of the South Side, as was happening en masse in the residential neighborhoods during those days.
For various reasons, Allen's previous managers had shuffled him around on defense, playing him at first base, third base, and the outfield in no particular order—a practice which almost certainly weakened his defensive play, and which may have contributed to his frequent injuries, not to mention his perceived bad attitude. Sox manager Chuck Tanner's low-key style of handling ballplayers made it possible for Allen to thrive, for a while, on the South Side. He decided to play Allen exclusively at first base, which allowed him to concentrate on hitting.
Despite the accolades and accomplishments, Allen was too soon out the door. His choice though.
Despite his making the All-Star team in each of three years with the team, Allen's stay in Chicago ended in controversy when he left the team on September 14 with two weeks left in the 1974 season. In Crash, his autobiography (co-written with Tim Whitaker), Allen blamed his feud with third-baseman Ron Santo, who was playing a final, undistinguished season with the White Sox after leaving the crosstown Chicago Cubs.

With Allen's intention to continue playing baseball uncertain, the Sox reluctantly sold his contract to the Atlanta Braves for only $5,000, despite the fact that he had led the league in home runs, slugging (.563), and OPS (.938). Allen refused to report to the Braves and announced his retirement.
His personal life, after baseball, was not initially a happy one, though there was a semi-successful singing career...
After retirement, Allen had a string of bad fortune, with his uninsured house and horse stables burning down in October 1979. He subsequently left his wife for a younger woman; his wife took him to court and got everything he had left, even the rights to his baseball pension.
And some say he is the best hitting player not in the Hall of Fame, while others justify the omission.
Detractors of his Hall of Fame credentials argue that his career was not as long as most Hall of Famers, so he does not have the career cumulative numbers that others do. They also argue that his poor defense and bad clubhouse presence took away from his teams much of what his bat gave them. But according to the two managers for whom Allen played the longest – Gene Mauch of the Phillies and Chuck Tanner of the White Sox – he was not a "clubhouse lawyer" who harmed team chemistry.

Asked if Allen's behavior ever had a negative influence on the team, Mauch said: "Never." According to Tanner, "Dick was the leader of our team, the captain, the manager on the field. He took care of the young kids, took them under his wing. And he played every game as if it was his last day on earth."
Teammates concurred:
[P]itcher Stan Bahnsen, said, "I actually thought that Dick was better than his stats. Every time we needed a clutch hit, he got it. He got along great with his teammates and he was very knowledgeable about the game. He was the ultimate team guy."
Mike Schmidt also met him, early in his career and remembers...
...Dick Allen mentoring him before a game in Chicago in 1976, saying to him, "Mike, you've got to relax. You've got to have some fun. Remember when you were just a kid and you'd skip supper to play ball? You were having fun. Hey, with all the talent you've got, baseball ought to be fun. Enjoy it. Be a kid again."

Mike Schmidt responded by hitting four home runs in that game. He is quoted in the same book, "The baseball writers used to claim that Dick would divide the clubhouse along racial lines. That was a lie. The truth is that Dick never divided any clubhouse."
Don't forget Dick Allen then, people.
What a way with words!
"I can play anywhere: first, third, left field, anywhere but Philadelphia."

"If a horse won't eat it, I don't want to play on it." = his thoughts on artificial turf.

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Even Allen's name was a source of controversy: he had been known since his youth as "Dick" to family and friends, but for reasons which are still somewhat obscure, the media referred to him upon his arrival in Philadelphia as "Richie", possibly a conflation with the longtime Phillies star Richie Ashburn. After leaving the Phillies, he asked to be called "Dick", saying Richie was a little boy's name.

Thursday, May 1

Stimulate Demand.

Closed on the new car. I think you call it a car: Chev. HHR (looks like a PT Cruiser to me; drives like a sedan.)
Heated seats, sun/moonroof, all electric, only 65,000 miles. (The Malibu had 140-some thousand miles when it went, and the Corsica over 200,000 miles, well into the teens, when we parted last winter. Not all the miles mine -- both were used -- but enough.)

At first I was thinking, when I got it home here today, this is too much car/too many interior "extras" for me. But the leather seats fold, the storage is something for the gas mileage, and the price was right.

All the paperwork was in the glove box too, and Mal had checked out the chassis when they had it up. Enough engine for me too, same as the Malibu.

I really hope this car carries me far this year: often, I've been like the Biblical servant, burying my talents to keep them secure and safely intact in the long run. But of course if you know the story, chapter and verse: when the Master returns one day and asks to see what you've to show for His investments, you want to be the one who has invested and grown the trust He placed in you, nevermind squandered what you were blessed to receive...


Plenty more to do today;
just wanted to share the good news,
be thankful and update.

Now We’ Up in the Big Leagues...

Gettin’ our turn at bat!
Long as we live:
’s you and me, baby...
Ain’t nothin wrong with that!

Cuz we're a'movin' on up...
(movin' on up...)
to the East Side
(movin' on up...)
to a dee-luxe apartment,
in the skyyy-high-high...


Ah, the 70's:
Archie, George, Alice, Carol... Schneider and Mrs. Romano on a different night. (Nevermind Sabrina, Kelly, and Chris... JR, or Patrick Duffy and Victoria Principal: remember folks, there can be good Ewings in the family...)


All of which is my stream-of-consciousness way of wishing my readers a Happy May Day! Seize the Day! There's something in the air, which naysayers can deny but not discount.

It's funny how Change -- capital C -- works in our culture like that. You can wait and wait and wait, work incrementally, but then when things get going...

Maureen Dowd yesterday urged the president to get the bat off his shoulder and start swinging, at least.

An American president should never say, as you did Monday in Manila when you got frustrated in a press conference with the Philippine president: “You hit singles; you hit doubles. Every once in a while, we may be able to hit a home run.”

Especially now that we have this scary World War III vibe with the Russians, we expect the president, especially one who ran as Babe Ruth, to hit home runs.

In the immortal words of Earl Weaver, the Hall of Famer who managed the Baltimore Orioles: “The key to winning baseball games is pitching, fundamentals, and three-run homers.” A singles hitter doesn’t scare anybody.

It doesn’t feel like leadership. It doesn’t feel like you’re in command of your world.

How can we accept these reduced expectations and truculent passivity from the man who offered himself up as the moral beacon of the world, even before he was elected?
I agree. He's no home-run hitter, just not built like that, but who has conceded that American politics is not still a team game and why does this administration operate under the assumption that the victory must always go to the moneyed elite?

You see:
If you focus solely on meeting the elite players' needs -- or what the elites have convinced you, perhaps erroneously, that they need to survive -- you miss out on helping your other contributors too. Lesser contributors? Sez who?

Do you remember the last World Series game held in the original Yankee Stadium? The 2003 Marlins team, who pretty much topped from the bottom in that Series?
The Florida Marlins defeated the heavily favored New York Yankees in six games, 4–2. The Yankees lost, despite outscoring the Marlins 21–17 in the Series.
The Yankees were playing in their sixth Series in eight years.
Opposing them were the wild card Florida Marlins, appearing in their second World Series in their 11-year franchise history. The Marlins became the second straight wild card team to win the World Series.
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The Marlins started the season 16–22 when they fired manager Jeff Torborg and hired Jack McKeon, who had been retired from baseball for more than two years. They went 75–49 under McKeon to win the wild card. At 72, McKeon would become the oldest manager to ever win a World Series.

The Marlins lost the first game of the NLDS to the San Francisco Giants, but came back to win the final three. After going down three games to one to the Cubs in the NLCS, they rallied to win the final three games.

In the World Series, the Marlins put up their young roster with a $54 million payroll up against the storied Yankees and their $164 million payroll.
... The Yankees had been awarded home-field advantage for this World Series, because the AL won the 2003 All-Star game..
After the Marlins gained the Series advantage in Game 5...
The series headed back to New York for Game 6, marking the 100th World Series game ever played at Yankee Stadium. Marlins manager Jack McKeon decided to start 23-year-old Josh Beckett on three days' rest. Beckett made the move seem brilliant — his complete game shutout in the final game of the World Series made him the first to accomplish the feat since Jack Morris of the Minnesota Twins in 1991.

With the victory, the Marlins became the first National League team since the 1981 Los Angeles Dodgers, the last opposing team to win a Series championship at Yankee Stadium, to win the World Series without having home field advantage. ... They also became the fastest expansion team to win two World Series titles, as the Mets won their second title in their 25th season.
Brad Penny, Dontrelle Willis, Ugueth Urbina, Juan Pierre, Derrek Lee, Rick Helling, Mark Redman, Josh Beckett, Miguel Cabrera, Chad Fox, Luis Castillo, Carl Pavano, Braden Looper, Álex González, Mike Lowell, Juan Encarnación...

If you don't remember all their names, that's ok.
They've got their rings.
Trying to win it all again... Posada, slow roller, right side. Beckett picks it up, tags Posada, and the Florida Marlins are World Champions. The Marlins have stunned the Yankees. Shocked New York. And this improbable team, improbable ride. They end up on top.

—Joe Buck, FOX Sports