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January 16, 2005

WEEKEND UPDATE

Apparently, I'm embarking on a busy period, which differs from my normal level of activity in that I'll be sacrificing what hours of sleep and weekend leisure I've managed to retain thus far. As a result, I barely made it out of the house this weekend- I spent most of the last 48 hours at the computer, except when I went to a meeting on Saturday (you know you've condemned yourself to a pleasure-free life when you're taking business meetings on Saturday).

That meant putting the football games on in the corner of my computer monitor, so I got to watch the Eagles coast on a wave of Vikings miscues and the Pats defense make Manning look scattered and lost and unable to find anyone open beyond the flat. I missed the Steelers-Jets game for the meeting, but was in the car in time to hear the missed field goal and then the overtime. I used the Sirius (CONFLICT ALERT: I am being paid by Sirius to do production and miscellaneous independent work! WARNING! Read at your own risk! ) (Hey, if XM wants to buy me off... er, pay me, I'm available for them, too) radio and thus got to hear the Steelers' broadcast, meaning, of course, Myron Cope. Myron is one of a kind, and if you get the chance to hear him, you gotta, at least once- unique, high-pitched, heavily Pennsylvania-accented voice, random exclamations, non sequiturs, hopeless homer. He appeared to be taking credit for Doug Brien missing the field goal because everyone was waving their Terrible Towels, which he invented. It made the game even more interesting, because I had no horse in that race and whenever I checked the Jets' broadcast, it was just, you know, regular football. I'd much rather hear a game described by an escaped lunatic. It's like the way I watch games when I go live- I end up in a long conversation about other stuff punctuated by comments about the game:

"Yeah, I heard that show, and I can't believe he thought that topic would work. He didn't even give the phone num... AAAHH, COME ON! KORVER WAS WIDE OPEN! I swear, as long as Iverson takes 30 shots a game, the Sixers will never win... anyway, that show was awful. I need some popcorn. You want any?"

Yeah, you don't want to go to a game with me.

Not that I'm likely to be at any games anytime soon, unless someone moves a franchise into my yard. The Los Angeles Lakers of Palos Verdes, anyone?


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ADD: GOLDEN GLOBULES

By the way, during dinner, we briefly had the Golden Globes on, and Annette Bening won one for acting in a movie called "Being Julia."

Being who? What?

Is that a real movie?

I think they made this one up. I'm reasonably well-informed about movies- we tend to go to see all of those Oscar-bait L.A.-New York-only releases before they open wide, we see all the cool art films, we saw "Harold and Kumar Go to Wh..." oh, right, that wasn't an art film. But we saw it. "Being Julia"? Never heard of it. The Hoillywood Foreign Press people probably just wanted to give Annette Bening an award, and they figured that nobody would notice or care if they just made a movie up for her. I mean, who's gonna say anything? It's an award winner- you gonna tell anyone you didn't see it? Of course not.

I saw a lot of movies this year that I WISH weren't real, but "Being Julia" is a mystery. Never saw a trailer, never saw it listed in the movies, not even at the ArcLight or the Laemmle Sunset 5. Never saw it in those ridiculous insufferable Kevin Crust lists of upcoming releases in the L.A. Times (I think there was another one in today's paper, but I had no time to read it- maybe "Being Julia' is in there). Until I see that movie, I refuse to accept that it exists.

Did "Harold and Kumar" win anything? Not even "Best Movie to Feature a Fantasy Geography of New Jersey Where Hoboken is 20 Minutes from New Brunswick and New Brunswick is 45 Minutes from Cherry Hill and there Isn't a White Castle Anywhere Closer to Hoboken than That"? Then I'll skip the Globes, thank you very much.


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January 17, 2005

SAFETY FIRST

Backup, backup, backup.

Tim Blair's site was down earlier, then up, then down, and now, apparently, back up. For a while, though, it looked like he lost everything.

I know how he felt. I had that huge crash the other week, and for a while I thought I was cooked, but I'd remembered to throw my documents on CDs and financial records on CDs and a flash drive, and when I had to use the return-it-to-its-original-state option to get the box working again, I was able to save everything critical- I lost all the applications and had to reinstall them (I'm still not fully restored), and I lost about a week's worth of e-mails, but the docs were there. Relief is not an adequate word to describe how I felt when I copied the docs onto the refreshed hard drive and everything worked.

But Tim losing the site, however briefly he was out, reminded me that if my host went down, I'd be S.O.L.... unless I made sure to back up the archives. I can always reinstall Movable Type, but could I live with myself if my carelessness deprived the world of my literary genius? No, I could not.

It's backed up now. If you were rooting for this to go away, you lost.



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THE NAME GAME... CHUCK! CHUCK, CHUCK, BO BUCK...

One question:

"Aloha Taylor"?

Is there a rule that TV weatherpeople have to have funny names? Dallas Raines, Johnny Mountain, Storm Field, John Bolaris... okay, Bolaris is odd for other reasons, but Aloha Freakin' Taylor? That's like "Hello Smith" or "Shalom Harlow"... right, that's someone's real name, too.

Forget I said anything.


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January 18, 2005

HEY KIDS, WHAT TIME IS IT?

It's all about time, I suppose. I realized this watching one of those travel shows they loop on the PBS HDTV channel. They were showing Milan and Lake Como and the Alps, and it was, as every location on these shows appears to be, spectacular. There were the villas with lush gardens, the winding cobblestone streets with shops and cafes all around, the restaurants and markets with fresh local delicacies... I wanted to see them all, wander through the country, take it all in.

But I don't have the time.

I have to work.

I should have been a travel writer. I'd like to have the time to go to Italy or England or Australia or wherever and just bum around, visit wherever and whenever the spirit moves, take as much time as I need to enjoy a place. I'd like to move around without a timetable, without a clock, without a schedule, just do what I want when I want how I want.

That's freedom. Can't get that. Gotta be here, gotta work, gotta be up at 5, gotta get everything in. Too much to do. Europe? Asia? Even San Diego? Not now. Maybe someday.

And that's why "money can't by happiness" is a crock. Of course it can. If I had enough money so I didn't have to work every day, didn't have to lug a laptop wherever I went, didn't have to plug into broadband, didn't have to watch the clock, you'd better believe I'd be happier. You can't go to the happiness store and give them money for the goods, but you can buy freedom, buy your way out of work, out of most of your time obligations. With money, if you decide, hey, let's go to Europe, you can drop everything, head for the airport, buy a ticket, go to Europe. If you decide to sleep in, you can sleep in. You have time, limited only by health and, eventually, death. That's what money gets you.

But you don't get that kind of money very easily. You can become a highly paid Hollywood star or famous athlete, but you probably won't. (Besides, those people never actually stop working. If I was Jim Carrey and got $20 million a movie, I'd make a few movies, then quit and never come back. You put $40 or $60 mil in the bank, you can live off the interest and do whatever you want. Me, I'd quit as soon as I had enough to blow off all future obligations, and I'd disappear. But that's why I'd never get to that point) You could start a company and build it into a fabulous success worth billions, then sell it and have fun, but that rarely happens, and the people who do THAT are too driven to rest- Mark Cuban, for example.

Or you could hit the lotto. That's my plan. You gotta be in it to win it. Hey, you never know.


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January 19, 2005

DON'T SMOKE DOPE, FRY YOUR HAIR

Had to finish a big project tonight, so my long piece on blogs and Hugh Hewitt's book and the future of practically everything will have to wait. A guy's gotta get some sleep, you know what I'm sayin'? In the meantime, ponder this screen capture made when I was randomly snapping away while playing with my digital TV tuner card:

This was a slide on KUSI's news. Whatever do you think this is supposed to mean? Let's look at it- California Department of Health Services. Okay. 1-800-NO-BUTTS. Symbol of "no smoking." Okay. And we're supposed to do what with that number? What happens when you call?

"Hello, 1-800-NO-BUTTS."

"Um, yeah, hi, I saw your number on TV."

"Yes? And how may I help you?"

"Um, well, I... um.. No smoking! Woooooo!"

"Thank you for calling the California Department of Health Services." Click.

Maybe it's supposed to be a line to help you quit smoking, but then what's with the "No Butts" thing? Butts aren't the problem (oh, get your mind out of the gutter). Pre-butts- actual smokable cigarettes- they're the problem. And it shows the map and the "no smoking" symbol, so I'd assume it's about the public smoking laws, but then we're back to why you'd call a state number for that. Is it to report violators?

Okay, my curiosity got the best of me. Turns out it IS to help you quit smoking, although I have no idea what they could possibly say to you.

"Hello, 1-800-NO-BUTTS."

"Hi, um, I'd like to quit smoking."

"Okay, then stop."

"Um, I can't. I need help."

"Go to the Walgreens and buy one of those nicotine gums. Or a patch."

"That's it?"

"Or you can glue your lips together. Have a nice day." Click.

Yes, I AM tired and incoherent. Why do you ask?

(By the way, the title of this post was an excuse to mention an old comedy bit. Whatever happened to Franklin Ajaye, anyway? Why, just click here. He's in Australia, he's still active, and he just acted on "Deadwood." And he did "Don't Smoke Dope, Fry Your Hair," the ultimate James Brown impression. Hit me!)



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MORE FUN WITH OLD TV GUIDES

May 13, 1962:

Boy, they really knew how to sell a show then, didn't they?

Here's the original caption:

Now it's time for a leisurely cup of coffee and a Valium. Sure, she still has to watch one of the little brats and the dog- clean up after both of them, actually, trying not to pay much attention to the pale beige stain still marking the sofa from Fido's last "accident." Accident, yeah, right, she thinks, the goddamn dog knows how I feel, waited until the plastic slipcovers were off getting cleaned to have that "accident." Maybe Fido will just "accidentally" get "lost." Maybe the brat- Peggy or Patty or whatever the f--k we named her- can get "lost" with him. She could dream. The drug's kicking in now, and she turns on the TV. It's that f--king Jack Chase, Betty Adams and Don Kent. Look at them chatting away, smiling and happy. I hate those f--kers, she thinks. Sure, they're happy. They don't have a loveless marriage to a goddamn f--king actuary- he's a good provider, they tell her, a solid pillar of the community. Boring f--ing a-hole who can't get it up, she thinks, watching the cream in her Chase and Sanborn curdle atop the rapidly cooling murk. He comes home late every goddamn day, picks at his food while he loses himself in the sports pages of the Traveler, doesn't speak. She looks back at the TV. Yeah, she thinks, Jack, Betty and Don. My only friends. My only f--king friends. F--k that. She pours some Bailey's into the coffee, drinks some more, picks at the label. Jack, Betty, and Don... She remembers the pistol the F--king Actuary bought for "protection," remembers where he stashed it, in the crawlspace above the bedroom closet. She thinks about it, thinks some more, then pours some more Bailey's until the room starts to waver and she passes out.

NEWS AT NINE... 9 am weekdays WBZ-TV 4.


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January 20, 2005

UNDERSTANDING BLOGS: THE EXTENSIONS OF MEDIA

A column at Editor and Publisher's web site today (hat tip: Romanesko) purports to be a "20-something freelance writer"'s defense of newspapers, and after trying to establish his credibility by insisting that he likes blogs and "The Daily Show," he gets to this:

    ...newspaper readership isn’t declining because the competing media happen to be more technologically advanced; newspaper readership is declining because we have deemed the medium itself -- often calm, dispassionate, and time-consuming with all its sections and space for hundreds of articles -- flawed and out of step with the way we live. Right now, we believe there is no time and no need to read and then deliberate.... Right now, it is becoming easier to get wrapped up in the seamless lifestyle and political views of our choosing and never consider the alternatives. To read the newspaper, to wade through the swamp of stats, context, and conflicting ideas, to tempt confusion and hesitation, well -- that is not an option for the savvy-minded. Rather, we use blogs and fake news as an efficient way of staying somewhat informed and, at the same time, envisioning the world. The winks, nods, and ALL CAPS denunciations are fast becoming guides and shortcuts in a contentious, jumbled world with too many other things to do.

    Call me a stodgy traitor to my generation, but this growing demand for blatant cues of interpretation is worrisome.

I think the guy misses the point, and he misses the essential nature of the way blogs actually work. A good start to understanding what blogs really do for their readers can be found in fellow talk radio guy Hugh Hewitt's new book "Blog: Understanding the Information Reformation That's Changing Your World," but I'm not just talking about the author's excellent analysis and history of the new form. In the back of the book, several readers of Hewitt's own blog contribute their commentary on how they use blogs, and included are comments like these:

    -The blogosphere can point out... misleading stories and help the reader to put current events in the proper CONTEXT.
    -I see the blogs as the antidote to the elitism in the MSM and politics in general.... Blogs are a filter. We badly need a detector to filter the ridiculous stuff that is on the web.
    -I think this is what the conventional media is missing the most- not that more of us will turn to only bloggers, Drudge or Fox News for our news, but rather, with the advent of the new media, we will end up demanding more news from more sources. Editorial decisions concerning which news stories will be covered are no longer the province of the networks and the NYT and WP.

Well, yes. There aren't studies to show this, but I suspect that most blog users use the Net to get more than the single perspective on a story that the mainstream media offers. They don't abandon the traditional mass media, they supplement it. That's what I do. Blogs have not replaced my reading of daily newspapers, but I do check blogs for opinion and context, much the same way one would read the op-ed page or the local columnists in the past. The reason the op-eds and the columnists are "past," however, is that with blogs, I don't have to wait a whole day or even longer to read what commentators have to say. Something happens in the world and there's Power Line in Minnesota, and Tim Blair in Australia, and Colby Cosh and Damian Penny in Canada, and countless others all around the world to weigh in.

And it's also a reaction to what you get on TV news as well- the same old pundits, chosen less for their opinions than for their looks or charisma. Looks don't matter in blogs- ideas do. I have no idea what most bloggers look like. (You don't know what I look like, except for my eye; you can always go here if your curiosity gets the better of you) All that matters is the opinion, the facts that back 'em up, the writing.

There are parallels, to some extent, to my business, talk radio. Like talk radio, blogs are giving voice to those shut out of the "regular" channels. Like talk radio, there's an interactive element- the callers on the radio, the comments for the blogs. But unlike talk radio, there's an even better response route. If you don't like what a talk show or station is saying, you can call in, but you can't easily start your own station that's on an instant equal footing. Don't like what the blogs are saying? Start your own. You can do it for free, you can pay a little, you can pay a lot, but there's absolutely no barrier to entry. It's the ultimate meeting of free market and mass media. Think that scares the MSM a little? Consider this- it's as easy to find this page as it is to find the New York Times online. (Of course, I ain't no New York Times, nor do I have more than a zillionth of its daily readership. But I can dream) We need the New York Times- we need all the mainstream media outlets we can get- because we need their news gathering expertise and we need the material. But, suddenly, instead of the single op-ed page and a few letters to the editor, there's an unlimited op-ed "page" and unlimited "letters." And many of those are ready and eager to point out any flaws or mistakes or- pardon the term- bias in the news columns. (Once, for example, you've read Patterico's blog, you can't possibly read the L.A. Times again without using the blog as a supplement and counterpoint. Every paper and news organization should have a Patterico to keep them honest. Hewitt would say that the papers should have blogs by the editors to keep themselves honest. He'd be right.)

Oh, yeah, Hewitt. The book? It's an excellent introduction to the form, including a compelling comparison of this media revolution to another media revolution, the invention of the printing press, which enabled Luther to get his ideas out in the open, a new New Testament into people's hands, and, ultimately, with Calvin, the Reformation ("(f)or the MSM, it is 1449 and 1517, at the same moment"). There's an explanation of how blogs are keeping (or trying to keep) the news media honest, as up to date as Rathergate, and a lot of sage advice for those- in business, in politics, in virtually all walks of life- who want to, or need to, get into blogging. It's an essential read for bloggers, blog readers, and, especially, the corporate leaders and politicians who ought to be blogging right now.

I'll bet ABC News people haven't read it, though, considering the "show us your Iraq troop funeral" debacle yesterday. So many people want this blog thing to go away. Or, as the writer in E&P concludes, they want things to somehow return to "normal," to the days when the newspapers were all you needed (and got):

    Perhaps there’s something in the newspapers after all: different voices, new ideas, something to help us figure out where to go from here -- even if it means logging off for a few minutes each day. At the very least, we can listen to our iPods and read at the same time.

The different voices and new ideas, the help in figuring out where to go from here... that's exactly what the blogs are for. You can go to the New York Times and get the same old Dowd/Rich/Safire pontifications, or you can go to the Net and find hundreds upon hundreds of fresh voices. That a lot of the folks at newspapers and TV networks and, yes, radio, too haven't figured that out yet is turning out to be their problem. The rest of us? Looks like we're in the right place.


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January 21, 2005

ALMOST READY FOR A ROADY

It's not the act of travel I dislike. I love travel, really I do- I enjoy the change of scenery, the excitement of the unfamiliar, the meeting with friends and relatives and acquaintances I never otherwise get to see. What I don't like is the preparation- the sorting through bills to pay, things to pack, arrangements to make, work to do- I have a ton of writing to finish and some work on other projects to get done before I go, and not enough time (there's that lament again) to do it all. The preliminaries are a pain in the butt, time-consuming, frustrating.

And then there's the separation anxiety. I don't want to be away from home, away from the comfort of my own bed, my own computer, my own Ella the World's Most Famous Cat. I like the familiar surroundings of L.A., and while I'm going someplace that's pretty familiar, too, I'd rather be home. I'd like to be able to bring home with me, but I don't live in an RV and, thus, it's a plane and a rental car and a hotel for me. Ah, well, there are worse things with which to deal.

But it is time to deal. Doesn't mean I won't be here, writing and annoying you, however. You can't get away that easily.


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January 22, 2005

THOSE WHO DO NOT REMEMBER A DAMN THING FROM SCHOOL ARE CONDEMNED TO MAKE ASSES OF THEMSELVES ON TV

On ESPN, Ron Jaworski, previewing the Eagles-Falcons game, said "In the words of Winston Churchill, those who do not remember the past are doomed to repeat it."

Ah... no.

George Santayana.

"Those who do not remember the past are condemned to repeat it."

Look, if you're not sure about something, don't just blurt it out and hope it makes you sound intelligent.

Geez.


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