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September 16, 2007

EVERYDAY IS LIKE MONDAY

Another way too busy Sunday. Something's gonna have to give, because I can't keep doing a full day's work six days a week and a half day on the other (Saturday). Writing was a brain-melting slog, I didn't watch any football other than about 10 minutes of the Dallas-Miami game (Lord, do the Dolphins suck), no baseball at all, just "Curb Your Enthusiasm" and the opening Stewie/Brian musical number at the Emmys (meh).

I also wasted a lot of time trying to get ActiveSync to put an app on my Treo and experiencing frequent lost connections -- will SOMEONE make a decent smartphone already? -- and it finally synced and the app didn't work. I'm ready to tear my hair out, or just give up on the dream of a phone that does what I need it to do, access the full Net quickly with JavaScript and Flash, get e-mail without trouble, and play video via SlingPlayer and streaming audio and video, too. Oh, and act as a reliable phone, with decent signal at my house. Right now, the device that can do that does not exist. (No, the iPhone isn't it -- we've already talked about this)

Did I mention I was in a bad mood?

At least the Phillies won. But I didn't see it. I told you, I'm staying away for now. I don't trust this. They won a game started by Adam Eaton. That can't happen more than once down the stretch, can it?

All right, that's enough.


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September 17, 2007

HAVE WE MET BEFORE?

I was in the locker room at the Y talking to a guy I see there all the time, and he was telling me that he was reading a particular author's books. "I read one and I really liked it," he said, "so I went out and -- you know how you like one book so you go out and get all the other books the guy wrote, right? Well, that's what I did. And I read about six of his books, and you know something?

"After a while, they're all the same."

Well, yeah, that's often the case. And that's what writing is like -- after you write enough, you're never completely sure if what you're writing is a rerun. If you think about it hard enough, you start to think that everything you write is a repeat, and that's when the block sets in. If everything is a repeat, and nothing that occurs to you seems original, what's the point of writing anything? All the great plots, some are fond of saying, have been taken.

And no sooner did I have that conversation at the Y then I went home, wrote another column, got the accompanying graphics ready, then discovered, upon naming and saving the graphics, that there were already files with the same names on the hard drive. Same graphics for the same column.

I couldn't remember the original column. I doubt any readers will remember it. But I went back and changed what I could under deadline. I know I repeat myself -- I do it here, no doubt about it -- but if I KNOW I'm doing it, I can't stand it.

And that means I'm in a long-term, probably futile battle to keep from running out of material. I hope I'm not there yet. But these days, I sometimes feel like the guy who wrote those books my friend at the Y is reading: "hey, this is all I have, and nobody'll notice." Maybe they won't. But I will.


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September 18, 2007

FROM THE VAULTS: WHEN GOANTS STADIUM WAS VERY YOUNG

Hey, look what I found! I didn't even know I had this:

It's the program from the very first game at Giants Stadium, October 10, 1976, Giants-Cowboys. The Giants were the Craig Morton Giants, with Norm Snead backing him up. Larry Csonka had come over as a free agent after the WFL debacle, Ray Rhodes (yes, THAT Ray Rhodes) and Walker Gillette were the starting wideouts, and a kid drafted in round 4 was highly touted to be a comer, a linebacker named Harry Carson, who not only became a Hall of Famer but was one of the original perpetrators of the Gatorade Shower (Jim Burt was the "inventor"). The Cowboys? Staubach, Pearson, Dupree, Pugh, Too Tall, Harvey Martin, Renfro, Jordan, everyone you remember from the mid-'70s editions.

The program doesn't have a lot of interesting football stuff. Even the article about MVPs O.J. (!) and Fran Tarkenton doesn't have much in the way of "gotcha" quotes ("O.J. is interested in knives, guns, and sports memorabilia. He says they all may come in handy if he might want to kill his wife and a waiter, then terrorize a collector. Allegedly."). But there's this:

Well, the price WAS good. Everything else was a little sad, but the price WAS good.

And one more, this:

How enthusiastic.

I vaguely remember going to Jade Fountain; it was one of those tiki-influenced fake-"Oriental" joints with red tablecloths that you went to when you were in New Jersey in the '60s and '70s. And it was probably inauthentic as hell, but it didn't matter. It's what we knew. "Healthful"? Doubtful. But give me chow mein noodles and duck sauce to munch on beforehand and I couldn't care less. California Asian food is more authentic than that, but I kinda miss east coast red-tablecloth Chinese food. Hey, someone else remembers it, too!

And, no, I'm not gonna mention last night's Eagles game.


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September 19, 2007

GET OFF MY LAWN... ER, MY LINE

The new phone arrived today.

The old one just up and died the other day, so I ordered a replacement -- a nifty two-line job with expandable cordless capability -- and it came in the mail today. So I unboxed it, plugged it in, hooked up the phone line, connected the handset cord, set the date and time, checked for a dial tone, and everything seemed to be working well. One last thing: time to test it out. So I whipped out the cell phone, dialed my office line, and...

Voice mail. Not even a ring.

Perhaps I should have read the f'ing manual.

So I read the manual. I may have overlooked the section about what to do if you can't turn the ringer on, but there wasn't anything in there about that (there was stuff about changing ringtones on the cordless handsets, but nothing about the base phone ringers). I found the ringer settings after randomly hitting buttons and... um, the ringers WERE on. I checked the line -- it worked. I checked another phone on the same line -- dead. I went back to the new phone and pressed line 2 -- ring tone AND fast busy signal. And they wouldn't stop, not even when I pulled the cord and then put it back in.

Head-scratchin' time.

After about a half-hour of puzzling, I tried screwing around with the phone jack, swapping my modem cord with the phone cord in the jack splitter. And that worked. Why it gave me a ring tone before that, I don't know. Why it worked when I swapped the jacks, I don't know. Why the modem worked on both jacks, I don't know. And why the other phone went dead and then came back to life... um, I don't know.

All I know is that it works. But all that trial and error made me feel like it must feel when you're old and set in your ways and someone plunks some newfangled technological advance in front of you. Why, I recall back in the day when we had phones that WORKED! You just plugged them in and they WORKED! Oh, sure, we didn't have any fancy LCDs and 5.8 GHzs and push buttons -- we had DIALS, by golly, and we USED them. And in those days, a man was a man and a phone number was a phone number and you didn't need to "dial ten" to call the neighbors, and if you needed to call Paris, you just dialed zero and someone would get you the line. Well, it DID cost your month's salary to make that call, but you got SERVICE. All of this automatic digital folderol... it's too much, I tell you. Get me a simple phone with simple buttons and switches and no menus and....

But I don't REALLY feel like that. After all, the new phone sits in front of an HD radio and TWO satellite radios, and between two computers, too. I like... no, I LOVE new technology. But why do they refuse to make products that are simple to use and manuals that cover everything you might actually need to know? I'm a busy man. I don't have time to figure out where in the menu system I can find the ringer settings.

Just give me a switch or a button. That can't be too much to ask.


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September 20, 2007

THIS WEEK'S "THE LETTER": DAVID BRENT IS MY CO-PILOT

This week's All Access newsletter is a handy guide to being the boss:

As a recovering talk programmer, I still have the impulse to try and "fix" shows when I hear a host doing something wrong. This happens a lot. And when it does, I remember something that gives me great comfort: it's not MY problem.

So I can go on with my day and ignore the host who uses crutch phrases, or the host who can't seem to focus on the topic at hand, or the host who lets a call go on and on and on and on and on. Not my problem. But what if you're the PD and it IS your problem? What's the best way to handle a problem you hear on the air? How do you handle talent?

I don't know, exactly. Everyone has different ways to do it. All I can tell you is how I used to do it, and how in my experience you can get your point across in the most effective manner. I followed a few simple rules, some handed down to me by wise programmers, some at which I arrived through trial and error. Rules like:

1. Wait until the show's over. Unless it's something so egregious that it jeopardizes the license, it can wait. Making a fuss over a mistake or problem during a show will only serve to throw the host off his or her game for the rest of the show. Anything else can wait. It's only radio.

2. Fix one thing at a time. Hitting a host with a list of mistakes all at once guarantees that the serious problems will get lost in the flood of information. If you want to, say, get the host to stop saying "you know" every other phrase, make that the one thing you work on in a post-show meeting or aircheck session. Save the rest for another day. Do you learn stuff better when there's a laundry list of things to retain in your memory, or is it easier to just focus on one thing, commit it to memory, then move on to the next item? See?

3. Don't hotline the talent unless there's a real emergency. If you want to make a host jump out of his or her skin, just dial the hotline. The flashing light alone will throw them off for the rest of the show, even if you hang up before they pick up. You don't want someone who has to go back on the air wondering "what did I do?" all that time. Again, unless it's an emergency, don't dial that number. If you need to tell the board op to play a different promo in the next stop set, call the screener or someone else in the building and have them walk in the message. The hotline is a mind game.

4. Don't yell. Yelling is not a motivator. Stay calm. As my sister used to say, "lose your temper, lose control." If a host is particularly recalcitrant, yelling will not make that host more amenable to your position. But I will admit to having violated that once, and here's why: I'd just gotten yelled at by MY boss. I ended up just transferring his frustration to the hosts, and it was not pretty. The moment I stormed out of the studio, I thought to myself, "now, why did you do that, idiot? Go and apologize." And I did. But I waited until the next break to do it.

5. Don't try to be a friend, either. You may become a friend to your talent, and that's okay -- I ended up with many of my lasting friendships that way. But if you set out to be everyone's buddy, you're ceding your authority. Whether they love or hate you, you are their boss. While you're working together, you need to remember that being too close a friend to some of the talent just complicates matters and undermines your ability to crack down when you need to do that.

6. My wife Fran, who is sitting right here in the office while I try to get this letter done, reminds me that it's important to give positive feedback, too. Hit the talent with nothing but "you did THIS wrong" and "you did THAT wrong" and you'll make them think they do nothing right. You'll be the parent who's never happy or proud of them. Therapists make a fortune from people who never heard a kind word from mommy and daddy. So point out the good things, too. And there ARE good things. There HAVE to be. If there aren't, why did you hire them?

So it tends to come down, at least for me, to being steady and calm, yet authoritative. Now, if you're the talent, remember: That moron telling you to give the call letters more IS your boss. Yes, we all read or saw "Private Parts." Yes, we've all been told by a PD or consultant to do something we didn't want to do. Yes, we've tried to patiently explain that "The Best In Talk Radio Entertainment For The Tri-County Area And The Greater Kickapoo County Region" does not flow trippingly from our tongues, especially when required eight times in a four minute segment. Yes, we've all wanted to throw the boss out the window when he told us his golfing partners didn't think our bit on Wednesday's show was funny. But the boss is the boss. And unless you're indispensable to the station -- unless the GM thinks you're indispensable, and "indispensable" is translated here as "generating revenue that can't be obtained in any other way" -- you're going to have to do what he tells you or be ready to walk. I've done both. You gotta do what you gotta do, whether it's following a particularly stupid programming "rule" or walking away from your job when doing otherwise would keep you up at night or make you sick when you looked at yourself in the mirror.

There ya go, free advice, worth every penny. Also free is Talk Topics, the show prep column at All Access News-Talk-Sports, where so far this week you'll find items on how to dislodge that pesky onion ring stuck in your throat using only your car, an airbag, and a pole, the Great Rabbit Theft of the Puyallup Fair, several stories in the "Don't Tase Be, Bro" category, a very odd family heirloom, the World's Worst Celebrity Fitness Spokesteam, another place they've stuck advertising, the nude convenience store robber of Lackawanna County, the obligatory Freshman 15 articles, "spin rage" at the gym, the impact of Fireman Ed's injury on the New York Jets, the 25th anniversary of the emoticon, Isiah Thomas logic, a stirring tribute to Brett Somers, and "real news" like the Jena 6, the economy, O.J., and other stuff like that, all selected, commented upon, and filled with typos by someone who knows what a radio host needs to do a good show. Plus, you'll find "10 Questions With..." KRLA/Los Angeles host Kevin James (not THAT Kevin James, the OTHER Kevin James, the lawyer and Oklahoma Sooner fan) and the rest of All Access with news, charts, columns, job listings, the Industry Directory, ratings, and more. You know, I've been doing the News-Talk-Sports section for this site for eight years this month, and I'm prouder every year of what we have here at All Access. And there's even more great stuff in store.

Next week, The Letter will come to you live from the NAB Radio Show in Charlotte, should I find the time to write it, that is. Expect the usual bad-mood material. Fun for all!


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September 21, 2007

STORMY KOL NIDRE

1. It's raining, the first rain we've had in several months.

2. It's Yom Kippur eve.

3. I am exhausted from a long week of work.

4. I am completely unmotivated, insofar as nobody's paying me to write here.

Ergo...

5. I'm done for the week. See you tomorrow. Maybe.


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September 22, 2007

BACKUPS AND BOYCOTTS

What did I do today? Not much. Got a haircut, did some shopping, backed up my hard drive. That last part was easy, but it's way too easy to ignore it. You can buy an external hard drive, and some will even do "one-touch" backups. I have one of those, but I decided that I wanted to use it for storage and wanted instead to have a basic hard drive that I could use to image the main drive and have when I need to restore from a catastrophic crash.

I tried Acronis True Image 11's free trial version with this USB-to-SATA cable. EVerything worled as advertised. After not too long -- maybe a little under two hours -- my 250 GB main hard drive was imaged to the new hard drive, which will now sit on my shelf as the backup. Every week or so, I'll update the image. Will it save me from a catastrophic crash? Won't know until I need it. But I liked the Acronis software, so I'll probably buy it and cross my fingers.

And all of that is to say that I will not write about the Phillies' run for the playoffs because I continue to avoid watching the Phillies. Since I gave up, pronounced my disgust, and vowed no to watch unless and until they're playing meaningful games in October, they keep winning. Now, because, like all sports fans, I truly believe that my actions control the team's fortunes, I will not watch until they've clinched a playoff spot. Look, since I stopped watching, even the bullpen's been successful -- Romero, Geary, Flash, Myers, and Condrey combined to shut the door on the woeful Nats tonight, no runs, two hits and one walk in four innings.

But I can't really talk about that, because I'm not watching. Hey, if it works for the Phillies, maybe it'll work tomorrow when the Eagles aren't on TV here. But I'm not that lucky. Neither are they.


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