tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-181115382024-03-07T16:13:02.247-08:00My SoCal'd LifeHow an unchallenged suburban kid from WNY who grew up loving Star Trek, joined the University of Arizona marching band and enjoys ice hockey, blackjack, documentaries, non-fiction sections in bookstores, musicals, Harry Potter, discussing the philosophical contexts of Lost, the Hollywood Bowl and misses the Fairfax Farmers Market karaoke, has found that he belongs in Los Angeles.Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04235776572412146264noreply@blogger.comBlogger702125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18111538.post-25533245919522342452013-04-05T20:52:00.001-07:002013-04-05T20:52:49.886-07:00Map test<iframe width="425" height="350" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="https://maps.google.com/maps/ms?msa=0&msid=212240791345678353384.0004d9a8ed39b2fd4a43f&ie=UTF8&ll=32.24503,-110.962243&spn=0,0&t=h&output=embed"></iframe><br /><small>View <a href="https://maps.google.com/maps/ms?msa=0&msid=212240791345678353384.0004d9a8ed39b2fd4a43f&ie=UTF8&ll=32.24503,-110.962243&spn=0,0&t=h&source=embed" style="color:#0000FF;text-align:left">U of A Senior Year</a> in a larger map</small>Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04235776572412146264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18111538.post-64271542320988469602012-03-28T21:29:00.001-07:002012-03-28T23:31:43.731-07:00Vegas 2012<b>“I’m not used to paying you.”</b><br />
Those are THE six words you never want to hear from a casino dealer. And
of course, I did. Richard from Minnesota said this to me after winning
one of my very few hands of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pai_gow_poker">Pai Gow poker</a> at the Stratosphere. Bill,
Andy and I know Richard a little having played at his table almost every
year for the last six. The only game he deals as far as we can tell is
Pai Gow and though he never recognizes us when we sit down, after
playing for about 20 minutes he seems to vaguely remember us (though
never by name initially).<br />
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That quote summarizes how the gambling went for the Vegas Vacation 2012.
Craps wrecked me really fast the first time I played Saturday night
downtown at The California and slowly but surely Monday afternoon at the
Imperial Palace. Pai Gow wasn’t much better, save for the first table I
played at when I got into town. I left up a whopping $30!!!!<br />
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<b>If it’s too good to be true, it’s not, it just costs more money</b><br />
I went rogue Sunday night for dinner. Bill and Andy aren’t into spending
lavishly on dinners while in Vegas, which conflicts with my recently
emerging love of fine dining. Thankfully this year I had the option to
get a great dinner with a former student who now lives in town. We had
dinner at <a href="http://www.rmseafood.com/">RM Seafood</a> in the Mandalay Bay. Chef Rick Moonen (of Top Chef
Masters fame) is known not just for his great seafood, but for
emphasizing sourcing his food from sustainable practices.<br />
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Let me say right here that this was one of the best restaurant meals
I’ve ever had. Straight up foodwise, it’s top 10—easy. It was also THE
most expensive meal I’ve ever had, which when we picked this place
wasn’t what I expected. The entrees we were thinking about were in the
$30+ range and neither of us were going to go crazy with
wine/liquor/dessert/sides. Hell, the restaurant’s website says the check
downstairs (there’s an upstairs and downstairs) averages only $40 a
person, which is like $60 less than we paid per person at Gordon Ramsay.<br />
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After reading the menu for 10 minutes I was torn between the Cioppino
and the Pacific Halibut. The Cioppino, which is a seafood stew popular
in the Bay Area, featured calamarata, mussels, clams, king crab, shrimp,
FOD. I don’t know what FOD is, but I wish I remembered to find out. The
menu price was $36. The halibut was prepared with fennel silk, shaved
apples and citrus ragú and it cost $32.<br />
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Andrea was torn between the Alaskan King Crab ($32) and the Diver
Scallops with pork belly, eggplant, chicharrones $38). We decided to
each ask our server what he’d recommend for each of our dining
conundrums. Our server (who was preceded by an “assistant” who took our
initial water order when we sat down) told us that he could include a
small side of whichever we didn’t order as a primary on our plates. That
sounded like the best of both worlds.<br />
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Looking back, I felt a dot of a doubt and I should have cultivated it
(like George Costanza once suggested). The menu was kind enough to note
that all specials (which when recited never include the price) start at
$70. I kinda knew this wasn’t some freebie they were offering two
non-rollers, but I didn’t ask what this would cost.<br />
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The food comes and it’s amazing. I shall never order Cioppino again
because it’ll never come close to how good this was. The tomato-based
(but far more complex than just that) broth was so good a giant bowl of
that almost would have been worth the money. The <a href="http://in-good-taste.blogspot.com/2009/03/calamarata.html">calamarata</a> (pasta) was
perfectly al dente and had soaked up so much seafood taste that it was
almost calamari like. And the mussels were so succulent. The halibut,
which was easily as big as my palm (not a tiny taster size) was
perfectly flaky and broke apart with a slight press from the side of my
fork.<br />
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Since this was an indulgent meal, we shared all four of our dishes.
Andrea’s scallops were stunning. Not quite as good as the scallops at
Craft or Gordon Ramsay, but just a femto-meter (yes, I’m doing that
pretentious thing I’d never let my students get away with) below on the
scallop scale. Super silky and flavorful. I think the only reason I’d
ding them that tiny bit is that they weren’t as consistently cooked as
at Craft and they didn’t have quite as good a sauce as GR. Still
awesome, as was the King Crab! Nothing rubbery at all and no over
saltwater taste, which I’ve found to be my two biggest complaints about
crab legs from time to time.<br />
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After eating such a perfect meal we get our check. And that dot of doubt
that went uncultivated has died and been replaced by a weed of sticker
shock. The bill is $201! That’s for one glass of white wine each (at
about $16ish per glass), two mint teas and four entrees. Since we each
had a full entree and then good-sized portions of second entrees we were
charged for four. With tax and tip it was $250. EEEEEEEK.<br />
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Thankfully I was on vacation and this year I had saved more money than
ever for Vegas so I paid and that was that. No regrets, not exactly, but
I know better than to ever eat four entrees again. And yeah, this was
one of those moments when I realized that I'm still not a fully
actualized adult. :\<br />
<br />Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04235776572412146264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18111538.post-76639026688867262932012-03-18T23:33:00.002-07:002012-03-18T23:33:45.333-07:00Wonder Con 2012!Going to Comic Con in 2007 was one of the best weekends I've had since
moving to Los Angeles and really one of the best weekends I've ever had.
I bought lots of great merch (convention-exclusive Harry Potter,
Nightmare Before Xmas and Futurama toys) attended an awesome Futurama
panel, caught the Terminator Sarah Connor Chronicles pilot six months
before it aired, and was part of such a fun and vibrant scene at the San
Diego Convention Center. I haven't gone back the last four years
because of scheduling, ticket buying fiascos the one time I was going to
go, money and my original Comic-Con partner in crime, Scott, moved
away. But every year when I see the photos, read the blogs and talk to
the people I know who went, I have a small regret about not returning.<br />
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When I found out Friday that Comic-Con's little brother Wonder Con had
moved to the Anaheim Convention Center this year (it's a one-time thing
because the Mascone Center in SF is getting renovated) (and it was this
weekend!), I was immediately interested. Fortunately, I learned that
there were plenty of cheap tickets (only $10 online) available for
Sunday and that Sunday's schedule included panels for my three favorite
TV dramas: Alcatraz, Fringe and Once Upon a Time (all in succession
beginning at noon in the main ballroom). So I bought a ticket Friday
night, stayed up way too late Saturday playing my new snowboarding game
on the PS3 and then got up early for the commute to Anaheim.<br />
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I'll do it snippety highlight style to get this moving:<br />
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• Parking was $12 at the nearby Anaheim GardenWalk outdoor mall and
chain-restaurant complex. So $22 total to attend and it was a short
walk. HOORAY!<br />
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• Since the doors opened around 11 a.m. Sunday and the first panel was
at noon, I decided to be there for the opening. That way I could check
out the convention hall with all the exhibitors hawking their scheit and
then hit the panels and then return and go shopping. No purse today
because I didn't think it'd be big enough. I went with my laptop bag
instead.<br />
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• Steampunk has apparently been gaining some serious sway in the geek subculture. I was totally unawares until today <a href="http://wondercon2012.sched.org/event/2a0fe7097d3498d85244f1d70dc0b4f8">how pervasive it is</a>.
So lots of people in great steampunk garb (think HG Welll industrial
chic) and lots of people selling threads and accessories. This brings me
to the <b>quote of the day (non-celeb version)</b>: "It's a clothing
line, not a costume line." That was the owner of Hilary's Gothic, Fetish
and Steampunk apparel. Ironically, next to her was another seller of
steampunk garb. That place's name: "Pendragon Costumes." Apparently,
despite often being armed with guns and blasters, Steampunks are
pacifists because both were still standing after the weekend.<br />
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• The runner-up quote of the day was also steampunk-related. "Hey folks,
we're not a musuem, please feel free to touch everything in our booth,
except him and her [as he points to his associates]."<br />
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• You find all sorts of clubs at theses Cons, which is one of my fave
aspects. No one has to be embarrassed about the things that make them
squeal a little on the inside. Hell, at a place like this you can squeal
loud on the outside! (Well except maybe for people into the R-rated sex
comics. I didn't see anyone stopping by that booth, even though they
were amazingly drawn based on the posters hanging up at the booth.) <b>My favorite club</b>
was the homemade R2D2 builders. They remote-controlled three or four
lifesize, metal astromech droids around the hall. I'm not sure if this
link is them, but I think it is. PHOTO in the album at end.
http://astromech.net/<br />
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• <b>Best shirt</b> award goes to a young woman who asked a question at
the Fringe panel: "Neville would have done it in four books." I don't
actually agree with her, but it was really funny. One of the Fringe producers even gave her a shoutout on the shirt.<br />
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• <b>Funniest panelists (tie)</b>:<b> Joshua Jackson and John Noble</b>.
The son and father team from Fringe had the easy-joking manner of a
well-rehearsed comedy team. They opened the Fringe panel with a
compilation of Walter Bishop's funniest lines (so lots of
straight-delivered talk of bodily functions, anatomy and food). Everyone
swore that John Noble is basically Walter in real life. Joshua Jackson
on what it's like to read one of the scripts (which get some edgy stuff
past Standards) for the first time. "I think there's a typo on page 13,
it says, 'vag-enda.'" <br />
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• <b>Best quote (celebrity) was from Jorge Garcia</b>. Someone asked him
whether his character on Alcatraz would be luckier in love than Hurley
on Lost was since Hurley's GF was removed from the show pretty much
immediately after they got together. There was some hesitation until
someone noted that the actress who plays his potential Alcatraz love
interest just got cast in a new pilot. "I got cockblocked by Kevin
Bacon." That one slayed the room.<br />
<br />
• Award for almost being good goes to ME. I was making my final pass
through the exhibitors' hall and the exit doors were in sight when I
finally spotted some Futurama merchandise. The company that holds the
toy license wasn't at WonderCon (though Toynami always does Comic-Con)
so I figured I'd get out with only a $22 commitment and the gas. But
then I spotted some Futurama stuff and $20 later I am the proud owner of
the new talking Bender. And like most spenders, I thought happily of
the $5 I saved off retail, rather than the fact I spent $20 I had told
myself I wouldn't.<br />
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Oh well. A great time was had by all.<br />
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I don't like how Google has turned off Picasa for online photos and instead folded all photos into the DOA Google Plus.<br />
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So here's an old school link. It should work.<br />
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https://plus.google.com/photos/107517042636502797054/albums/5721479754277869217?authkey=CPK9qrHEnJbB8QE<br />Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04235776572412146264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18111538.post-82447427317689021882012-01-08T17:26:00.000-08:002012-01-08T17:28:07.814-08:00Top Chef restaurant tour: Wilshire<br />
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My favorite food shows are cooking competitions like Top Chef, Chopped, Next Iron Chef, Food Network Star or restaurant rehabs like Restaurant: Impossible or Ramsay's Kitchen Nightmares (BBC version). As an amateur in the kitchen, I haven't been able to learn anything from these shows that I can use when I cook, but I have learned stuff. I've learned something about how to eat, which was a gap in my knowledge that I didn't even know I had, and more importantly I've learned where to eat. I'm lucky enough in L.A. to be in a city that has so many excellent restaurants. </div>
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So far I've eaten at <a href="http://www.craftrestaurantsinc.com/craft-los-angeles/">Craft</a>, which is owned by Top Chef head judge Tom Colicchio; <a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/the-yard-santa-monica">The Yard</a>, where cheftestant CJ Jacobson is head chef; <a href="http://www.redorestaurant.com/">Red O</a>, where Top Chef Masters winner (and fmr Top Chef guest judge) Rick Bayless designed the menu; <a href="http://mvink.com/menu/">Ink Sack</a>, which is Top Chef Vegas winner Michael Voltaggio's gourmet sandwich shop; and Gordon Ramsay at the London West Hollywood. They have been wows across the board. The latest stop on Dec. 28 was <a href="http://wilshirerestaurant.com/">Wilshire</a>, where current season Top Chef competitor Nyesha Arrington is executive chef. Though Nyesha went out fairly early in the competition, it was because of her partner in a double elimination challenge and she is owning it on <a href="http://www.bravotv.com/top-chef/season-9/last-chance-kitchen">Last Chance Kitchen</a> (web only). Plus having watched her land the job at Wilshire on the tv show Chef Hunter, I was intrigued.</div>
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Even on my parents' not-quite HD tv, Wilshire looked like a physically great space: modern decor with dark wood and an overall dark color palette, but not so trendy that it would feel dated any time soon and inside and outside seating. The restaurant's GM said on the TV show that they pride themselves on being a neighborhood restaurant with lots of regulars. As usual in my fine(r) dining forays, this is not a place that I could afford to become a regular at. But that's the point, right? It makes meals like this special.</div>
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We had 7:30 reservations on a Wednesday night. The dining room was less than a quarter full, but the outside dining area in back was had only a few open tables. Obviously, we didn't need the reservations that night, but we didn't want to risk having to eat at 6:15 like last year when we waited to long to make reservations at Red O and had to choose between 6:15 and 10 p.m. We were warmly greeted and immediately seated at a half-circle booth, though we all noted how nice the outside dining area looked particularly with our gorgeous weather. While Steph and Erin went to the restroom, Guianna quickly asked out moving outside and voila al fresco dining on Dec. 28. Suck it, east coast and northwest.</div>
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Our new server, sorry first server, comes to the table quickly and asks what we want to drink. The ladies start with wine while I go with Macallan 12. Btw, Wilshire has Pabst Blue Ribbon. PBR! We all munch on bread, which was good (chewy, with a good crust), while studying the menu and trying to decide on appetizers. (Apologies for not knowing what everyone ordered for this course. This is what happens when I wait to blog.) I was debating between the black truffle risotto and the chicken liver terrine, when our server told us about the scallop appetizer special, seared scallops with brown butter, asparagus and some other kind of sauce (again too much time passed). He strongly recommended it because of its bold flavors. Someone ordered pork belly, which she liked. But I think I came out the big winner with the appetizer course. The scallops were stunning. Guianna noticed that I made that foodgasm face. It's true. So succulent and though I don't like vegetables the asparagus was good and the brown butter sauce was so rich but not too heavy.</div>
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When it came time for my dinner, I debated between the butternut squash gnocchi, monkfish with cauliflower puree, pan-roasted halibut with trumpet mushrooms and duck breast. I've spent the last year developing a love for duck thanks to Beer Belly. Ultimately I chose the monkfish, in part because Steph and Erin were going with the gnocchi so I knew I'd get to sample some. I also asked our server to choose the wine. I don't know jack about wine really save for basics, like red sauces and dark colored foods go with red wines. Our server said he would choose something and asked a couple questions but I couldn't understand him very well because of the combination of the not quite loud, but noticeable conversational buzz (we think that we were the loudest in general though since there's a good buzz in the atmosphere we didn't think we were rudely loud), his accent and my slight hearing loss. But I think it was Austrian or German. Later he would say something else about it that seemed to contradict what he said earlier, prompting Guianna to remark that he didn't seem to know wine that well. Nevertheless, it was a wine that I liked and that paired well with my monkfish.</div>
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My only small complaint would the be the pace of service. I've learned that when fine dining, it's not about speed but about the experience. I would say that two hours is a standard amount of time to expect for a meal. But still, at this point it's about 8:30 p.m. and we're just getting kinda hungry. A couple who got seated after us had their entrees before us, only a couple minutes, though. As soon as we collectively noticed that it has been a while our server came up and apologized that things were taking so long. And then literally seconds later food runners brought our entrees.</div>
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The wait was worth it. The monkfish was amazing. Not as good as the scallops, but wow nevertheless. For the most part the perfectly moist pieces flaked off with just a gentle downward push from the edge of my fork. Swirling them in the cauliflower puree added an earthy creaminess. And the salting was perfect, just enough to enhance the flavors. So good. I tried one of Steph's gnocchi which was great. Not so good that I wished I'd ordered differently though. The texture was so light and pillowy, which is a word that judges on cooking shows use to describe great gnocchi and they're exactly right. And the butternut squash flavor was sweet and earthy. Mmmmmmmmm. </div>
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And the portion was perfect sized. When I was finished I was just hungry enough that the desserts tempted me. Erin and I really drove the bus on dessert being the two least full. We decided to split an order of sticky toffee pudding and our server was smart enough to bring out four forks. Fantastic dessert. Very sticky, very sweet, rich but still balanced.</div>
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One cool thing about eating at Wilshire or The Yard is that Nyesha and CJ actually cook there regularly. We saw CJ while we ate at The Yard and Nyesha came out and said hello to the table next to us. She even posed for a photo. Guianna or Steph asked me if I was going to go up to her or ask for a photo. I said that I would talk to her but only if she came up to us. I don't think I would have done the photo thing, but looking back I think I would have.</div>
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Split four ways, it was $57 and change per person. My appetizer was about $14, scotch was $12, my wine was $9 and my entree was $26. Since mine was by far the most (it was the scotch that really elevated it since I was the only one to get two alcoholic drinks) I paid extra. But given how high the overall satisfaction was, I'd say totally well worth the price. And we even got free parking a block away! </div>
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<br /></div>Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04235776572412146264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18111538.post-57309602847015555852011-12-01T14:34:00.001-08:002011-12-01T14:44:46.534-08:00World AIDS Day 2011 -- it's not overWhen I was in sixth grade my mom's cousin, who was gay, died of AIDS. We took a family vacation to Arizona during his last few months. My sisters and I all had the chicken pox at the time, so my parents told us that Danny was so sick that we shouldn't be around him. It made perfect sense to me then.<br />
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I'm not sure how many years later, but I eventually figured out that Danny had died of AIDS, even though I don't recall being told. The only thing I remember is talking to my dad after I had realized this (I was late in high school or college) and he said that given how much people didn't know about AIDS/HIV they decided to be extra careful (I suspect to protect us and him).<br />
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Danny's death and my parents' mostly well-intentioned obscuring of it has had a lasting impact on my life. I've given to HIV/AIDS-related charities and continued to try to keep up on the latest research and statistics (though not to the extent that I could quote them to you right now). The most important consequence though was this story I wrote while a reporter at the Albany Times Union.<br />
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<a href="http://aids.gov/world-aids-day/">Click for more information about AIDS/HIV in 2011</a>.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;">Shielded from the truth about her brother Chris' death 15 years ago, Emily didn't learn that her brother died of AIDS until 1992. On Sunday, she tried to make amends by letting him and anyone else who reads her fleeting memorial know ``one day we will beat this.'' While scrawling her 8-foot-by-5-foot message, Parker fixed areas where people walked over it. She also took the time to brush the chalk so that it filled in the heart she drew evenly.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;">``It's a tribute to my brother, because I never really got to say goodbye,'' said Parker, 22, who was one of 1,500 walkers who participated in AIDSWalk 2001. This year's event raised more than $200,000 for education, research and patient care.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;">After the walkers finished the trek through and around Washington Park, dozens grabbed colorful pieces of chalk and transformed the asphalt in front of the Lakehouse into a rainbow of remembrances for ``Fred'' and ``Jim'' and ``Uncle Dan.''</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;">Sadly, said AIDSWalk coordinator Linda Glassman, the list will get longer. There are 3,475 people in northeastern New York with AIDS and thousands more infected with HIV, the virus that causes AIDS, according to the state Department of Health. Nationally, 774,467 Americans had been reported with AIDS and 448,060 had died of the disease through last year, according to the Centers for Disease Control.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;">``AIDS impacts a wide variety of people,'' said Glassman, noting that the infection rate has remained constant even while the death rate decreased.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;">When Parker learned that her brother died of AIDS, she was angry and sad and even a little glad that she hadn't known all those years.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;">``This way I remember him as my brother,'' Parker said as she recalled photos of him laughing and having fun.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;">While progress has been made, frustration abounds for AIDS caregivers, who must compete for limited funds with myriad other diseases and catastrophes. Throughout the last several year, AIDS has ebbed in the public consciousness following the limited success of drug ``cocktails'' in treating patients.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;">``But it's not a cure,'' Glassman said. In fact, strains of the virus are becoming resistant to the $15,000-a-year drug combination, which counts liver failure and fatty lumps among its harmful side effects.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;">``What happened in New York City was horrible, but each day across the world 8,300 people die of AIDS,'' Glassman said.</span><br />
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Last fall though it took on a new meaning—exercising more. Or more accurately ... exercising. One pair of work pants had become a wear-only-when-everything-else-is-at-the-cleaners item and my unshirted profile (see stomach chubb, or don't if you wouldn't want to be grossed out) in the mirror was making me embarrassed. The goal was to build up my endurance so that I could run 3-4 miles each time I ran and to run four days a week. Unfortunately, the day I chose to start it was already 90 degrees by 9:30 a.m. so my first run was about one mile, and I couldn't even make it the full distance without stopping to walk. After a month I had increased to only about 1.5 miles per run. Of course I was running only twice a week (at most). After a life of not running (boringness of running, love of inline skating, arthritic knees), it was hard to want to run especially in our neighborhood (lots of street crossings, narrow roads, hardly any street lights) at night.<br />
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The neighborhood we moved to last December helped me increase the running. With much wider streets, more street lights and fewer street crossings, I increased to two times a week (most weeks) and 2+ miles per run. And I was running at about an eight-and-a-half-minute-mile pace. But still ... I never pushed myself beyond that.<br /><br />
Then I went to Portland and Seattle this summer to visit my best friend from college, Bill. I got there on a Sunday night and for the entire week it was a taste-tastic vacation of amazing beer (no better city for a craft beer snob), indulgent food (I swear that every goddamned restaurant we went to served mounds of tater tots) and video games. The unsurprising side effect of my gluttony and sloth was that by late Thursday night I couldn't wait to get back to Bill's just so I could change out of the jeans I was wearing, which had become straight-jacketly constricting on my creeping chubb.<br />
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I have to give a quick shoutout to Bill who generously carts my ass around wherever I want to go pretty much and every time I'm there that includes hiking to the top of <a href="http://www.fs.usda.gov/wps/portal/fsinternet/%21ut/p/c4/04_SB8K8xLLM9MSSzPy8xBz9CP0os3gjAwhwtDDw9_AI8zPyhQoY6BdkOyoCAGixyPg%21/?ss=110622&navtype=BROWSEBYSUBJECT&cid=STELPRDB5139466&navid=091000000000000&position=SubFeature*&ttype=detail&pname=Columbia%20River%20Gorge%20National%20Scenic%20Area-%20Home">Multnomah Falls</a>.<br />
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This year my friend Amy, who had recently moved to Portland from L.A., joined us. It was one of the things she wanted to do upon moving but hadn't had a chance prior to my visit. We had a great time and Bill was nice enough to email me this picture he took of us.<br />
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Well, I thought it was nice until I noticed that a fat guy (with no neck!) had stolen my identity. This made me feel worse than any photo of me since the one that appeared in my yearbook photo freshman year of high school. My reaction to that one was "Who is that ugly girl? ... Oh FUCK, it's me!" It was again "New Fricano" time, but this time there's no fucking around. <br />
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So since returning home on July 2, I've started the Mike Fricano body modification project. It involves running at least three days a week, but four if possible. I have increased my running distance to three to four miles per jog at a nine-minute-mile pace. I have stopped drinking at home (though I still drink plenty). I eat an arugula, cucumber and pepper salad almost every night before dinner thus keeping my entree portion size down and increasing my vitamin intake. I also have decreased my sugar-loaded Coffee Bean calorie fests (iced blendeds) from thrice (or even four times) a week to just once a week—a Saturday indulgence. I've even taken to counting how many potato chips I eat to make sure I stick to the recommended portion size on the bag.<br />
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The results have been awesome. I estimate that at least half an inch of chubb has disappeared from my waist; I can fit into those jeans very comfortably again and even those work pants. I have even started to enjoy running. There are nights when I'm driving home and I anticipate the feeling of driving home stinking of my own sweat.<br />
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The running, which usually happens around 10 p.m. has eaten into time I would read or blog, but I have no regrets. In my older age, I've had to learn to prioritize my desires. And right now, being unchubby is top of the list. This is not the sexiest post to renew my blogging, but I'm back! Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04235776572412146264noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18111538.post-2199873335223356792011-07-11T12:07:00.000-07:002011-07-11T12:29:23.303-07:00I don't even like soccer or America but ...... watching this feels a googolplex times more patriotic than wearing an Old Navy American Flag tshirt.<br />
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Thanks to <a href="http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/2011/extramustard/hotclicks/07/11/kate-upton-christian-lopez-derek-jeter-home-run-ball/index.html#ixzz1RpE8FhRt">Jimmy Traina at SI</a> for this who got it from ... <i>The U.S. women's soccer team pulled off a comeback win against Brazil Sunday as <b>Abby Wambach</b> tied the game with <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JOAJn8h6VAI&feature=player_detailpage" target="new">this impressive goal</a>. The video below is the goal reworked to have <b>Gus Johnson</b> behind the mic. (Thanks to <b>Kevin M., of College Park Md</b>., for the link.)</i> <br />
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The London West Hollywood is a hotel just south of the Sunset Boulevard, a particularly swanky section of Sunset Boulevard—point of reference, I parked directly in front of The Viper Room (RIP River Phoenix). On a couple of the Yelp! reviews people complained about rather exorbitant parking costs (someone mentioned $20). I had a 30 percent off coupon courtesy of Blackboard Eats, but I didn't want to piss that away on parking.<br />
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Once we entered the hotel, everything was very tony in a more classic sense. There was brass/gold and lots of white, as opposed to the stark brushed steel, dark wood aesthetic. I dug that. Incidentally, when we walked into the lobby we didn't know where the restaurant was but thankfully we had our choice of two suited-up dudes just standing in the small lobby who smiled in the ask-me-a-question-I'm-here-to-help way. So we did and were directed down the hall that shot off to the left and then proceeded to the end and made a right.<br />
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When we got there for our 7 o'clock reservation the restaurant was mostly empty. Saturday at 7 p.m. is an earlier time, but I'd been working all day and figured why wait. As we checked in, I made sure to tell the hostess that I was redeeming my discount coupon and gave her my printout with the discount code. Nothing says I belong at a michelin-starred restaurant like pulling a six-folded 8.5x11 piece of paper out of one of my back jeans pockets to get a discount.<br />
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First thing that surprised me: Gordon Ramsay at the London West Hollywood (the actual name of the restaurant) is in the same place as The Boxwood Cafe. It's so the same space that when you open the menu you have the Boxwood menu on the left and the fancier restaurant on the right. Btw, the more casual cuisine at Boxwood (that's where you can order a burger) is still uncheap. The entrees range from $16 to $34.<br />
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The first decision was whether to get the three-course meal for $68 a person or the five-course for $82. Our waiter, Jose, who wore the standard uniform gray suit, white shirt, no tie. Jose had told us that the serving sizes were "European" meaning smaller as an enticement to order the five-course. After several minutes of deliberating G, one of my former students who now works for the city of SF, and I each decide on the three-course. I recalled my <a href="http://www.craftrestaurant.com/craft_los_angeles_style.php">Craft</a> experience of how a slowly consumed multi-course meal of smaller portions (meaning not TGI McOliveBee's Lobster size) could be perfectly satisfying.<br />
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As I've learned from my whopping five fine-dining sorties, the menu doesn't offer lots of choices, because the idea is that these dishes required lots of creativity and skill and some pricey ingredients so let's specialize in a few and just be aces with them. Suck on that Cheesecake Factory!<br />
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Before the appetizers came they brought us a canape of very thin crustini to dip into the silkiest thing I've ever ate—mascarpone, white truffle oil and olive oil. Several Yelpers said that this was their fave thing. I don't think I'd go that far, but still ... this was unlike anything I'd ever eaten and the best example of textural contrast I've ever eaten.<br />
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The canape was a big contrast to the standard dinner bread, which had a too-hard crust and was otherwise just slightly above average. :(<br />
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Then come the official appetizers. Sadly, I forgot what kind of Pinot Noir I ordered. I remember only that I allowed our waiter to choose it and that it cost $22 a glass.<br />
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I order the Tagliatelle with Charred Octopus as my appetizer. The pasta was perfectly al dente, the tomato sauce had a tiny hint of sweetness but wasn't too sweet. Still it was just well-cooked pasta, right? Wrong, with the octopus it was fantastic, though charred outside it wasn't dried out or too chewy. The octopus was cut into thin slices, like penny-sized and the charring added a texture and smokiness that mixed great with the pasta. <br />
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G got the foie gras with toast and a smoked ice cream, which neither of us remembers the precise flavor of. She said it was excellent though.</div><div id=":y0"><br />
Entree: Scallops and Pork Belly with multiple vegetable purees. Double SAD:, I don't remember what specifically. One was green and one was reddish though. Seeing the three sauces, the two huge diver scallops resting on juicy pork belly and one of those towers was topped with a shiny golden fried quail egg, whoa. You definitely eat first with your eyes. The waiter explained that my dish was very complex and had "lots of flavors" happening.<br />
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The scallop was super juicy and the flakey pieces slip off so smoothly when cut that the butter knife was more than sufficient to slice it. It was so fresh that eating it solo was tasty, but combined with the pork belly and purees, it was divine.<br />
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G got the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chateaubriand_steak">chateuabriand</a>, which according to the internet and our waiter, is the best part of a cow. It's the thick center of the tenderloin. I don't eat mammals, but since this might be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity I caved and tasted two small bites after G offered. We of course wanted to share as much as possible. (I think G had some kind of pork app, because I didn't try that.) The steak was very good, though since she ordered it medium, it wasn't as juicy as I used to eat steak. Nevertheless, if I had chateaubriand every time mom force fed me steak as a kid, I'll bet that I'd still eat beef. <br />
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I'm such a beef and high-end dining novice, that I didn't even know that this was a cut of beef that you could get, let alone that it was considered among the very best.<br />
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After that came dessert. G and I each ordered the chocolate cylinder. It's about 2.5 inches tall and thin, like an old school film canister. Inside there's roasted marshmallow that's crispish on top and melty below--think Smorelike--and then under that some caramel crunchiness, maybe peanuts. To the side is almost a golfball hazelnut ice cream. The hazelnut was by far the star of the dessert, which was otherwise good. Of my fine dining experiences, this was easily the most average dessert. <br />
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In fact, the average note of the dessert pushed this experience down below Craft and <a href="http://restaurant.silfur.is/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=85&Itemid=71">Silfur</a> (in Reykjavik) on my list of best restaurant meals ever. Still, though, it was amazing. I mean, we're talking like distinctions between 98, 97 and 96. <br />
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Two last things, they forgot to apply my 30 percent off discount when they brought my bill. I didn't notice at first and just gave them my card. In part because I wanted to get going since I'd already gone past my two-hour meter by about 5 minutes. But when I was about to sign I looked more carefully and the bill was $224 pre-tip. WHAT? Thankfully, once I told Jose he cancelled the first charge and they re-ran my card. The new bill was only $156ish. Whew! Much better. Since we're instructed to tip based on the original bill, it came to about $98 a piece. This is the most expensive meal I've ever eaten, but totally worth it. It was outstanding. And, I managed to avoid the parking ticket!</div><div id=":y0"></div><div id=":y0">Great comment from my friend Kerri: <i>I assume these dishes weren't coated in a thick layer of cheese. You forgot to include that in your differences with TGI McOliveBee's Lobster. I'm with you on pulling out the folded coupon. I hate that feeling. </i> </div>Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04235776572412146264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18111538.post-70063286557287838352011-04-29T22:58:00.000-07:002011-04-29T23:03:26.673-07:00The Internet makes us all famousIn this video, my friend Rich from Newhouse is a wingman in this extreme eating challenge. Here's his <a href="http://blogs.phillymag.com/the_philly_post/2011/04/22/taking-the-shame-burger-challenge/">blog post</a> about the challenge. I admire Rich for writing a brief blogpost rather than a Fricano. Interestingly, I'd never heard of <a href="http://blogs.phillymag.com/the_philly_post/2011/04/22/taking-the-shame-burger-challenge/">Scrapple</a> before this. I wish I hadn't.<br />
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The chief way Beane did this was to quantify baseball in a statistically relevant way. Though ironically, baseball was the sport that produced more statistics than any other (which geeks like me memorized as kids), most of the numbers we memorized had little to do with predicting future success or measuring how a player made a true statistically valid impact on the game. <br />
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Like anyone who wants to do something new, Beane met resistance from lots of veterans who said "we've always done it this way." But his success validated his change in thinking and influenced many teams to adopt what have become known as "moneyball" strategies. Combine those strategies with actual money and you get the Boston Red Sox of the past 8ish years.<br />
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Anyway, I was so taken with Beane and his assistants' application of rigorous statistical analysis to a seemingly complex sea of numbers and variables, that like many who paid him to speak to their companies I started thinking that we just need better analysis and more things can certainly be quantified. Moneyball wasn't about baseball, it was about re-thinking and the power of math and education. In a weird way, I got so drunk on moneyball that I started half-equating climate change deniers and Creationists with those old baseball scouts who just wanted to keep doing things the way they've been doing them. <br />
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When the <a href="http://www.latimes.com/news/local/teachers-investigation/">L.A. Times published an investigative series</a> about using <a href="http://projects.latimes.com/value-added/faq/#what_is_value_added">value-added analysis</a> (my short definition: seeing how much students improved from year to year on standardized tests) I was so impressed by the apparent rigor of it, that I started coming around to believe that this type of analysis should be PART (about 20 percent maybe 33 percent) of teacher evaluations. Sadly for the <a href="http://www.laobserved.com/archive/2011/02/lat_spins_story_that_stro.php">L.A. Times its methods have since been called into question by one of the people it quotes</a> in the story as someone who backed up the Times' numbers and conclusions.<br />
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What does this have to do with dead cats and quantum mechanics?<br />
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This <a href="http://www.economist.com/blogs/democracyinamerica/2011/04/education_reform?page=2">article in The Economist</a>, which basically says that what-many-now-see-as-the-MBA-ization-of-education has historical roots in failure. The Economist piece by I can't tell who (dammit Economist be better than that), notes that a couple centuries ago some Germans wanted to get better timber yield from their forests so they took some rudimentary measurements and eventually planted one species exclusively in very dense rows. At first huge success, but then the disaster of unforeseeable (at the time because of our lack of understanding about soil microbiology) consequences, like high susceptibility to disease and depletion of soil nutrients because one kind of tree will want the same thing.<br />
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But the greater premise, which the above example merely illustrates, is that efforts to "read" a population consequently beget efforts to transform that population to make it more "readable."<br />
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Finally, here comes the dead quantum mechanics cat. In 1935 Austrian physicist <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erwin_Schr%C3%B6dinger">Erwin Schrödinger</a>, developed a paradoxical thought experiment that essentially said if you put a radioactive substance that has a 50-50 chance activate in an hour and a cat in a box, after an hour the cat could be dead or alive, or is in fact dead and alive. Ultimately he didn't argue that it's both simultaneously, merely that one's conclusions are dependent on observation.<br />
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<blockquote>The Economist notes: Daniel Koretz, the Harvard education professor recognized as the country's leading expert on academic testing, writes in his book <i>Measuring Up</i> that Campbell's Law is especially applicable to education; there is a preponderance of evidence showing that high-stakes tests lead to a narrowed curriculum, score inflation, and even outright cheating among those tasked with scoring exams.</blockquote>So by trying to measure teacher's competence with a students' standardized test how can we not be redefining the very nature of teaching into a way that no longer measures competence at inspiring students to explore, drilling cogent facts into them, encouraging ethical intellectual behavior, and demonstrating the importance of common sense?<br />
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<a href="http://www.economist.com/blogs/democracyinamerica/2011/04/education_reform?page=2">The Economist piece</a> closes by citing examples from South Korea and Finland (a country lauded in Waiting for Superman, though sadly the most important lessons of Finland aren't advocated for, instead the documentary pushes testing!); these countries "[rely] more on systems of peer review and intensive comment and training from in-school "master teachers", as well as making teachers' jobs involve much more time planning their lessons in groups with other adults.<br />
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I agree with the blogger who posted this on The Economist website. The common sense of using master teachers to do more in-service training is so obvious that it almost hurts. I haven't totally given up on a form of value-added analysis being incorporated into evaluations but I'm thinking much more like 10 percent. If we're sincere that children are our future and our most precious resource, then we need to invest in them with hard money. That doesn't mean using MBA cost-cutting and efficiency findings. It means hiring more teachers and aides and yes, perhaps even more assistant principals to serve as these "master teachers." This also would create additional middle class professional jobs, and the people who fill those jobs would spend money ... and create tax revenues and ... <br />
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My favorite thing about the Internet is the availability of information, specifically information that makes me rethink about important topics. And this piece in The Economist has certainly got me doing that.Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04235776572412146264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18111538.post-37940082168842745672011-04-07T21:02:00.000-07:002011-04-10T03:38:29.860-07:00I interrupt this blog to confess my language ignoranceAbout six or seven years ago my old roommate Scott and I learned that we had been using "nonplussed" incorrectly. We each thought it meant "unimpressed" or "unmoved," though in fact it means<i><span class="dnindex"><span id="hotword"><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"></span></span></span></i><span id="hotword"><i><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"> "to</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">render</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">utterly</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">perplexed;</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">puzzle</span> </i><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"><i>completely," </i>according to Dictionary.com. As the great Ben Yagoda puts it in this <a href="http://www.slate.com/id/2290536/">unknown-supercommon-mistakes-we-all-make exposing piece on Slate.com</a>: "</span></span><i>nonplussed </i>from ... fazed to unfazed."<br />
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Now I have a Masters degree in journalism from the S.I. Newhouse School of Public Communication at Syracuse University and was (and still am) teaching writing at a teen newspaper. Scott was at the time a Ph.D. student at UCLA. We grew up together and attended a fine middle class suburban school in Western New York. We were each amazed that we were incorrect. Though neither of us could pinpoint when we learned the word, we each felt like we had learned it with its incorrect meaning around high school. We're well-read intelligent people, so how the hell did this happen?<br />
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Well Yagoda seems to be saying that it's basically societal language (de)-evolution. Examples abound (well, only three and since this post is about language I ought to at least clarify my exaggerations, but I'm exaggerating because that many misuses of relatively common words did embarrass me) in the piece that exposed more than my misuse of "non-plussed."<br />
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<b>Momentarily</b>. -- It traditionally meant for a short time, but now commonly means very soon.<br />
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<b>Begs the question</b>. -- In a logical argument it meant when one explains something by the fact that it is so. <a href="http://begthequestion.info/">Begthequestion.info</a>'s example: "I think he is unattractive because he is ugly." It has become misused to mean "raises the question." I have used this with my students and even gotten them to use it. I've passed along misinformation.<br />
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<b>Fortuitous</b>. -- Traditionally this meant "accidental." It has come to be used to mean "lucky." I'm guessing that this is because a synonym for lucky is fortunate, and the shared "fort" beginning has created an erroneous historically logical connection.<br />
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Later in his piece, Yagoda writes about when should a person fight to preserve the proper historical usage and when does doing so render one pretentious or even confusing.<br />
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He brings up examples of pompons v. pompoms (which I've fought to preserve, though I'm not sure why given the widely accepted new spelling) and not ending a sentence in a preposition, which I've given up only in the last few years.<br />
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I must admit that part of the reason I've hung onto pompons is because it's so obscure and I like sounding smart. I've never been an athlete, nor was I tall, dark and rico suave, nor a great musician (though not bad). However, I was usually smarter than almost anyone I met in elementary school and even high school. As a nerd, who has become a word nerd (<a href="http://www.layouth.com/unplugging-my-computer/">werd</a>? as I steal from L.A. Youth alum Seth S.), I like to showoff in front of my students from time to time.<br />
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But what next? I'm not sure. I am going to try to be less end-of-discussion-because-I'm-smarter-than-thou. As I also tell my students (when not propagating misuses of begs the question), the older you get the more you'll learn that you have a lot to learn. So I shall (will?) try to take my own advice and pay closer attention to language so that I continue to learn to use it better, smarter and more clearly.<br />
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P.S. I used the title "I interrupt this blog ..." because I had planned to blog about something else today and even scheduled posts for the next week. But this was urgent!Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04235776572412146264noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18111538.post-60859385157238448192011-04-05T00:31:00.000-07:002011-04-05T00:33:57.718-07:00Irony and the PresidencyOn the day Barack Obama formally announced his run for re-election in 2012, his administration also <a href="http://www.latimes.com/news/nationworld/nation/la-na-holder-gitmo-20110405,0,2295022.story">announced that it was kowtowing to Republican (among others) demands not to hold the trial of suspected 9/11 mastermind Khalid Shaikh Mohammed in New York civilian court</a>.<br />
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I've spent the parts of the last two years defending Obama's record in the face of criticism who feel as though his Presidency hasn't maintained the magical unicornness of his campaign. They're right, because governing is like making sausage, ugly to know what goes into it. Nevertheless, we got Health Care Reform (minus the public option), a huge stimulus package, financial reform (though highly neutered), the feds to agree to stop defending DOMA, two more women onto the Supreme Court, a consumer protection czar who looks like she has teeth.<br />
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So the announcement that he was caving into the likes of Sen. Jeff Sessions (R-Ala), who claims to love this country, but clearly has no faith in its justice system to try Mohammed, was disheartening. Republican NYC Mayor Michael Bloomberg wanted the trial in New York, as did hundreds of family members of 9/11 victims. If those with the most at stake can see the wisdom of not allowing our basest instincts for retributive justice degenerate into revenge-at-all-costs-accountability-be-damned military commissions, why can't the decision-makers like Sessions? And why did AG Eric Holder and Obama cave? They said it was because Congress de-authorized funding for prisoner transfers from Gitmo to the States.<br />
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But to me this is a case of needing to stand up for our ideals in the face of resistance and challenge. I felt like W failed the test of compromise-vs-ideals-maintenance repeatedly, always adhering to NeoCon foreign policy even in the absence of evidence, see: Iraq. Here I want Barack to stand fast though. He wouldn't be standing up for Mohammed or Dems or even just this one case, but for the American ideals of accountable justice.<br />
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If we want to be leaders in the world, then we must lead, which means make the tough choices not the expedient ones.Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04235776572412146264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18111538.post-71664789402296783332011-03-22T22:21:00.001-07:002011-04-05T00:52:00.828-07:00A Vegas firstI've been to Las Vegas enough times that there aren't many firsts left for someone of my income bracket. But this past Sunday, I dipped a toe into a different income strata and got to see Sin City from a new perspective ...<br />
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That's the view from <a href="http://www.houseofblues.com/venues/clubvenues/lasvegas/foundationroom.php">The House of Blues Las Vegas Foundation Room</a> which sits atop Mandalay Bay at the south end of The Strip. In a Spaceballsian bit of fortune, my college roommate's friend's brother's friend is Rob Belushi. Rob is an actor and also the son of James Belushi. Rob, who I met Sunday night on my 24-hour Vegas sojourn, was supremely generous and hooked up his friend, Tim, and then Tim's brother, Andy, and the rest of our usual Vegas crew by getting us on the list at the Foundation Room.<br />
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In addition to getting on the list, and a host taking us up the private elevator, we also scored a free round of drinks. BONUS because I was able to get a glass of 25-year-old Macallan scotch, which runs at least $477 a bottle according to the quickie Google search I just ran. Incidentally, we ventured into a club that served bottles of Macallan 25 for $2457ish.<br />
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But as amazing as it was to get a free glass of a scotch that I might not have again for a loooooong time and which was simply amazing, the views were even better (see above).<br />
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The rest of the trip though taught me one vital lesson, I cannot gamble alone nor ironically under a clock. While we were waiting to go from Mandalay Bay to another club, that Rob was awesome enough to hook us up to via a comp'd limo, we had about 25 minutes to kill gambling.<br />
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I sat down at a $15 blackjack table, which is actually the first time I'd sat down at such a <i>high</i> limit (welcome to non-profit teen newspaper editor Vegas guy's blog). Well, with only a few minutes to play I am not content to bet $15 a hand, but instead am betting $25 a hand, since throwing in one of my few green chips is easier than three reds. I know it's not, but it seemed it at the time. :o<br />
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Well, the higher limit sends Bill packing pretty fast but I am hanging on thanks to a big bet that came in. However, my up $50 quickly became a break even again. Sitting alone, I had the most intense bout of stupid recklessness of my gambling life. I put $100 on a single hand of blackjack. I've done this before, but this was the first time I ever did it <i><b>WITHOUT</b></i> feeling like I wanted to throw up. (A whole new sign of WHATTHEFUCKHAPPENEDTOME?) <br />
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Of course ... I get dealt something like a 15 (I've blocked out the details) and the dealer gets something like a 20. Needless to say voila $100 hand. Do I cut my losses at down $100 for the quick blackjack session?<br />
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UM ... I think you know where this is going ...<br />
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NO. I took a version of my bad joke advice and chased my big loss by betting big! And threw down another $100 bet (at, yes, a mere $15 table). And well, 30 seconds later I was down $200.<br />
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Thankfully the rest of the night was good times just hanging with the guys and I was still basking in the glow of a lucky, tense Arizona win over Texas.<br />
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Weirdest sight (BY FAR): a dude in an ASU t-shirt cheering for UofA during the NCAA tournament game against Texas. I didn't even know how to feel about this one. I know that there's no fucking way I'd cheer for ASU against any other team or even against getting sprayed by a skunk.Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04235776572412146264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18111538.post-55431090809117216902011-03-16T00:42:00.000-07:002011-03-22T22:24:18.404-07:00When editors are tone deafAOL, which owns TechCrunch and Moviefone, has gotten on the <a href="http://www.laobserved.com/archive/2011/03/alexia-tsotsis-on-aol.php">media-ethics-transparency radar</a> because of a request relayed by the latter asking the former to <a href="http://blog.moviefone.com/2011/03/15/moviefones-response-to-the-techcrunch-post/">tone down the snark</a> in a review of the new Summit Entertainment movie Source Code.<br />
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The review writer, Alexia Tsotsis, balked at the request and standing up for independent editorial control everywhere <a href="http://techcrunch.com/2011/03/15/snarketing/">outed Moviefone for passing along Summit's request</a>. <br />
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In her response, Moviefone ed-in-chief Patricia Chui wrote:<br />
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<blockquote>2) This is important: We never told TechCrunch to change the post in any way. A publicist at Summit reached out asking if we could convey the studio's feedback to TechCrunch. We did so. If the editors had responded that they declined to edit the post -- which, naturally, is entirely their call -- we simply would have conveyed that information back to Summit.</blockquote><br />
<blockquote>The reality of our situation is that, as a movies site, we work with movie studios every day, and it is in our best interests to stay on good terms with them. <b></b></blockquote>Here's where we get to the tone deaf editor part: <br />
<blockquote>Staying on good terms with studios means that we will relay information if asked. <b>It does not mean that we would ever force a writer or an editor to edit their work for the sake of a studio -- or anyone else.</b></blockquote><blockquote>We take editorial integrity seriously at Moviefone, and it's painful to be depicted as a pawn of the studios when that is emphatically not the case. You may think it unseemly for a studio to request changes in an article; that's certainly your right. But the accusation of pandering on our part or crossing an editorial line is, to my mind, completely unfair, and I would hope that a reasonable reader would be able to recognize the situation for what it is -- overblown and unwarranted</blockquote><br />
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Relaying information, if asked, as a way to stay on the good side of an industry that a reporter writing for a site owned by your corporate parent is covering might not qualify as pawnhood. But the great fear First Amendment defenders have is that the consolidated media will severely curtail what should be our freest marketplace of all—that of ideas and opinions.<br />
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And Chui's wet-tissue defense of serving as an intermediary of a <i>request</i> to ALTER EDITORIAL COVERAGE is a stark naked example that fear manifest.<br />
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The absolute last thing any critic wants is for her/his readers to question their objectivity, a concern grossly exacerbated already when the studios own publications, too. (I've always been impressed with how Warner Bros. movies can get ripped in Entertainment Weekly, both of which are owned by Time Warner.)<br />
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So when Chui tosses off this entire matter as overblown, she tacks on the perfect coda to her tone deaf editing symphony. Not only does she not get what she did was wrong on the micro level of the appearance of trying to influence coverage, but she also blows the macro level by failing to recognize why this example of fears of choked independent media was a big deal in the first place.Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04235776572412146264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18111538.post-84188176497769813162011-03-15T22:20:00.000-07:002011-03-16T00:06:53.121-07:001,000 wordsAs a writer I value the power of words so much; they have made me feel triumph, love, grief, lust, fear, evil and the miraculous. But as an evolutionary creature I am also moved by the image and this <a href="http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2011/03/japan_-_new_fears_as_the_trage.html#photo34">picture</a> from post-quake/tsunami Japan broke my heart more than anything I've read. It's 5-year old Neena Sasaki, carring some of her family belongings from her home that was destroyed after the devastating earthquake and tsunami on March 15 in Rikuzentakata, Miyagi province. (Paula Bronstein/Getty Images, via the <a href="http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2011/03/japan_-_new_fears_as_the_trage.html#photo34" target="_blank"><i>Big Picture</i></a>).<br />
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I'm not an image stealer, so please click on either of the links above to see the image in high-resolution on the <a href="http://www.bostonglobe.com/">Boston Globe website</a>.Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04235776572412146264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18111538.post-66275550157909294232011-03-08T02:22:00.000-08:002011-03-08T18:21:41.135-08:00It's easier to hate "anonymous"Like lots of internet writer idealists who work on small news websites, I've long been annoyed (on my good days) at so-named <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Content_farm">content farms</a>, like ehow.com. They're defined on Wikipedia as:<br />
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<blockquote>... a company that employs large numbers of often <a class="mw-redirect" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Freelance" title="Freelance">freelance</a> writers to generate large amounts of textual <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Content_%28media%29" title="Content (media)">content</a> which is specifically designed to satisfy <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Algorithm" title="Algorithm">algorithms</a> for maximal retrieval by <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Web_search_engine" title="Web search engine">automated search engines</a>. Their main goal is to generate advertising revenue through attracting reader <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Page_view" title="Page view">page views</a>.<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-benkoil2010_0-0"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Content_farm#cite_note-benkoil2010-0">[1]</a></sup> </blockquote><br />
The big criticism is that these sites value page views, which attract dollars, over providing the best relevant information. <a href="http://mashable.com/2011/02/25/google-content-farms/">Google has recently announced</a> that it had changed its search algorithm to push these results further down.<br />
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The reason I've been down on them is that the small, independent teen newspaper I work for struggles to get page views, particularly our new adult-editor-written blog. Granted, we're not writing nearly often enough, nor maximizing our social media outreach to truly accumulate page views. Buuuuuuuuut at the same time, I hate that we'll never have the resources to simply publish post after post of keyword-jammed, semi-relevant-at-best articles just to increase our Google page rank as content farms are criticized for doing. <br />
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The result has been that like most of Internet users, I've found an anonymous villain to hate. Well, until Monday night. It turns out I know someone who writes for content farms. I've never had an in-person meeting with <a href="http://christinegeraci.wordpress.com/">Christine Margiotta-Geraci</a>, but we've known each other for years. She was a student at <a href="http://newhouse.syr.edu/">Newhouse</a> who wanted to ask me some questions about the <a href="http://www.timesunion.com/">Albany Times Union</a>. I answered and we struck up an e-mail "friendship" over the years. I've admired her drive as she went from interning at the TU to various other papers across the Capital Region and now to a public relations job for a school district.<br />
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I recently discovered her blog, which is linked to above and definitely worth reading if you're into social media, and in her most <a href="http://christinegeraci.wordpress.com/2011/03/08/confessions-of-a-content-farm-writer/">recent post she outed herself</a> as a content farmer, someone whom I once considered "my enemy." And in fact the enemy of a truly democratic digital domain.<br />
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Well, like virtually everyone in 2011, who hasn't been the beneficiary of a Barack delivered extension of the GW Bush deficit-causing tax cuts, Christine has been trying to get creative earning some extra cash. I'll quick excerpt and let her explain:<br />
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<blockquote>I accept the fact that some of the stuff I’ve written for content farms is <a href="http://www.ehow.com/how_7984979_install-rubber-bumpers.html" target="_blank">total crap</a>. ... But when I put it into perspective, I’m still <i>writing</i>. ... There are so many worse things I could be doing for less pay that would require me to spend time away from my family. ... I’m not looking for sympathy. I felt the need to share my perspective plainly and honestly, because I’m tired of people bashing content farms and their writers when they don’t know the stories behind the stories.</blockquote><br />
Allow me be the first of the content farm haters to apologize, Christine. I feel like a Republican who has just learned that a longtime friend is the recipient of a government "handout" that he wants to cut in the name of inefficient bureaucracy.<br />
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So I'm done begrudging anonymous writers for trying to make a living. The economy sucks and the poor are getting ignored while the middle class is getting turned into the poor, because Barack and the Dems are wilting in the radioactive glow of John Boehner's orange-glo. What we really need is a content farm union!Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04235776572412146264noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18111538.post-8035108088972828542011-03-07T22:50:00.000-08:002011-03-07T22:52:31.753-08:00Bad citizenshipThe polls in Los Angeles open in 8 hours 15 minutes. I will not be voting. I cannot in good conscience cast a vote when I haven't done any research into the nearly one dozen ballot measures. Of all the things I forgot to do after the move, namely addresses I forgot to change, my voter registration is the most important. One of the reasons I didn't do my research is because I never received the voter guide that contained the sample ballot and noted my polling place.<br />
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Without the reminder of the ballot sitting on my desk, the election never burrowed its way into my consciousness, despite the fact I read the Los Angeles Times every day. And since it never took root in my consciousness, I never pushed myself to do the necessary election prep.<br />
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Sadly, the city clerk's website and the county registrar's site don't give ANY information about how voters who have moved should proceed. I know that I can vote, but I have no idea what I should bring with me to try to expedite that process, given that I won't appear on the rolls for my new polling place. And I don't have the paperwork that I would normally present to my old polling place.<br />
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And jadedly, I don't want to bounce between polling places for a fucking March election. I can't stand that in California I can vote as many as three times a year—March, June and November.<br />
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In light of the democracy revolutions and protests in Tunisia, Egypt, Libya, Yemen and China, I feel a stinging sense of disappointment in myself. But at this hour of the night, I am not sufficiently disappointed in myself to rectify that.<br />
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But it's not all laziness. I take voting seriously. Despite my hardcore liberal leanings, I don't want to simply vote Left or Dem. And though I highly respect the Los Angeles Times, I don't want to follow its endorsements unquestioningly or even with just a simple and too fast read. <br />
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Dammit. I hate when I blog about me sucking.Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04235776572412146264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18111538.post-25197410105392324752011-02-22T19:33:00.000-08:002011-02-23T00:52:35.463-08:00I miss this showLast year Glee captured my heart with its unapologetic celebration of fine arts underdoggedness. This year, not so much. Too much coupling, too many themed shows, too much unlikable behavior (why did Rachel turn into Order of the Phoenix Harry Potter?) and I think most of all song choices that don't appeal to me. Ironically, though, my favorite moment of second season was during Sectionals when The Warblers performed Train's "Hey Soul Sister," which is a gawful song. But at about 1:10 when Rachel implores a tentative to Kurt to smile, Glee touchstones Season 1 and hits the perfect note of the dumped-upon-show-choir-kids remembering that they're the best support each other will ever have and that the way we perform when we're doing what we love is the best we can show of ourselves, so don't fuck it up. Without further ado ... a horrible song done right by Glee ... <br />
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Alicia said it was labeled "strenuous" but we all felt that it should have been labeled "moderate." It begins with a good 15-20 minutes of a steep enough ascent to get a good workout, then it levels off for a leisurely 30ish minutes before a final ascent up to the top of the mountain. Great views, though sadly you see the sign from the rear.<br />
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That's obviosly the "Holly" and in the upper right you can see the reservoir.<br />
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A gorgeous shot of the snow capped mountains. It was a perfect California day—warm enough to go out without a jacket, sunny enough for sunglasses and gorgeously brilliant white snow on the mountains.<br />
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In the upper middle of this photo you can sorta make out the seats of the Hollywood Bowl.<br />
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<a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/mikefricano/HollywoodSignHike#">Here's a link to the short photo album</a>.Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04235776572412146264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18111538.post-73046271562346809692011-02-17T00:33:00.000-08:002011-02-17T00:35:23.343-08:00Woe CanadaGrowing up in Buffalo so close to Canada had a huge influence on my cultural, specifically musical, development. The Toronto radio station <a href="http://www.edge.ca/">CFNY</a> made a huge impact as noted in this blog several times. Through it I discovered: The Tragically Hip, Spirit of the West, Sarah McLachlan, Single Gun Theory, Moxy Früvous, The Barenaked Ladies, Sloan, Sara Craig, Leonard Cohen and gained a greater appreciation for Van Morrison. <br />
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I also was able to watch Good Rockin' Tonight on the <a href="http://www.cbc.ca/">CBC</a> on Friday and Saturday late nights. They were more mainstream pop/rock oriented with plenty of American stuff. But they also did their best to promote Canadian acts including the one below. I loved this song when I heard it the first time. It's got a fast beat and excellent (though extremely produced) harmonies. That was apparently enough when my taste defenses were down at 12:30 a.m. and home alone.<br />
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Without further ado a musical confession from my pre-snob days also known as the days I thought that listening to major label releases in the "Alternative" section at major retailers made me different, just like the millions of other Nirvana and Pearl Jam and Singles soundtrack fans.<br />
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I'm going to quote liberally here from Greenwald's column, in which he points out that both Kurtz and Rainey admit Cooper was correct in using "lie," because not only do I agree with his point, but he wrote it with vigor.<br />
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<i> Identifying lies told by powerful political leaders -- and describing them as such -- is what good journalists do, <b>by definition</b>. It's the crux of adversarial journalism, of a "watchdog" press. "Objectivity" does not require refraining from pointing out the falsity of government claims. The opposite is true; objectivity requires that a journalist do exactly that: treat factually false statements as false. "Objectivity" is breached <b>not</b> when a journalist calls a lie a "lie," but when they refuse to do so, when they treat lies told by powerful political officials as though they're viable, reasonable interpretations of subjective questions. The very idea that a journalist is engaged in "opinion-making" or is "taking sides" by calling a lie a "lie" is ludicrous; the only "side" such a journalist is taking is with facts, with the truth. It's when a journalist fails to identify a false statement as such that they are "taking sides" -- they're siding with those in power by deceitfully depicting their demonstrably false statements as something other than lies.</i><br />
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As a proud member of the media, I hope that I never forget and that my compatriots never forget that we are always on a SIDE—the side of the facts. And when those facts lead to inexorable conclusions that one side is also "RIGHT" we damn well better be on that side, too.<i></i><br />
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I feel like Fox News Channel's use of "fair and balanced"<i> </i>(which we've gutlessly allowed to be misappropriated from actual Truth), couldn't be smarter for them. They've exploited our country's glaring lack of knowledge about how the media operates or its role in a democracy to buffalo far too many of the mainstream press into always allowing the corrupt, the ignorant (Michele Bachmann and the Tea Party) and the liars (Michele Bachmann) an opportunity to offer opinions.<br />
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Instead of calling them for their quotes, we should force them to meet a standard of objective facts. Don't let them claim that we're not balanced, instead force them to be educated. If doing rigorous research is elitist then BE FUCKING ELITIST. No more stories about Birther arguments or about how climate pollution isn't happening or about fucking Creationism and the Earth being only a few thousand years old.Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04235776572412146264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18111538.post-10726222497891776722011-02-06T13:29:00.000-08:002011-02-11T23:48:12.351-08:00Working with teens in an age of social mediaI accidentally walked out of my favorite bar Thursday night forgetting to pay my tab. I'm enough of a regular at the amazing <a href="http://www.eaglerockbrewery.com/">Eagle Rock Brewery</a> (L.A. plug) that I'm allowed to run a tab without leaving my credit card at the register. Thursday night a friend of a friend bought me my third and final beer so I never had a chance to order and say, "I'll settle up now," which is what I've always done. I finish my third beer and head home.<br />
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I don't remember that I've failed to pay for my first two beers until I'm just about finished with a quick jog. D'oh! I immediately email the owners when I get home. The husband replies early Friday morning saying "no worries." I go to the bar Saturday night for a few beers and pay off my outstanding $10. <br />
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After paying I send out a message on <a href="http://www.twitter.com/mikefricano">Twitter</a> that said: "Paying Beer tab at @<a class=" twitter-atreply" data-screen-name="eaglerockbrew" href="http://twitter.com/eaglerockbrew" rel="nofollow">eaglerockbrew</a> makes me almost as balanced as the populist IPA." Btw, second L.A. plug, even as a non-hops guy the Populist IPA will change your life.<br />
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Anyway, this morning I see that I have a Twitter message from one of my former students who is a junior at Harvard asking "What's beer tab?"<br />
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I told him that I'll tell him when he's older.Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04235776572412146264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18111538.post-90417727657833191982011-02-03T00:11:00.000-08:002011-02-11T23:50:08.380-08:00Mega playlist for a girl off to collegeI made this for Charlene, one of my favorite L.A. Youth students, just before she headed off to college. When Charlene came to L.A. Youth for the first time, she was just finishing eighth grade, though she had the maturity of someone several years older. (When we're talking about teens, a few years is a HUGE leap.) Unlike most students who join the non-profit teen newspaper, Charlene stayed through her senior year, which is longer than any student since I got hired in 2002. By the time she graduated I considered myself her more than her editor, but more like her friendtor. She is one of the few students who ever made me a mix CD, so as she headed off to college I owed her one. Since I'm terrible at music editing, I made her a mega-playlist. Enjoy, kiddo!<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Disc 1</b></span> <br />
"Vox" — Sarah McLachlan: She was one of the artists I discovered through living on the Canadian border and one of the first intelligent songwriters I listened to. This song was from her first CD, which was recorded when she was like 19, and captured like what I felt was coming up next in my life, whatever that may be.<br />
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"Goodbye" — The Sundays: I'm still trying to figure out exactly what Harriet Wheeler means when she sings, "As the heavens shudder baby, I belong to you." That the meaning mutates from year to year in my life is the sign of a truly great lyric.<br />
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"Make Your Own Kind of Music" — Cass Elliot: This is one of those glorious theme-music-for-life songs that's great to dance to. There's something to me that is very California in its attitude.<br />
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"Tightrope" — Yeasayer: Choices, consequences and perhaps regret or redemption. This is what Rock n Roll was made for.<br />
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"Albatross" — The Besnard Lakes: A gazy, hazy dream of a song.<br />
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"Young Adult Friction" — The Pains of Being Pure at Heart: With a name like this, I was nervously expecting precious, instead got precocious melodies and danceability.<br />
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"I Know UR Girlfriend Hates Me" — Annie: The dance vibe continues with the Swedish pop/dance star's could-be anthem to college. Not that I'm advocating! <br />
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"Spin The Bottle" — The Juliana Hatfield Three: A touchstone high school song for me, sadly not because I was playing Spin the Bottle, just because I listened to this song all the time watching Alternative Nation and dreamed of being misfit enough to write a song about doing something so HS cool later on that was half as great as this song.<br />
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"Fall On Me" — R.E.M.: Still one of my favoritest bands. Listen to this song when it rains, not because of any literal rain in the song, but to truly embrace the song's title.<br />
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"Stockton Gala Days" — 10,000 Maniacs: A Western New York band that made it HUGE playing at Bill Clinton's MTV-sponsored inaugural ball. Bonus points for making a garland crown.<br />
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"Stand By Me" — Ben E. King: There aren't many songs I would say are important non-musical markers, but this is one of them. I suspect that you're feelings for this song will deepen when it's dark outside.<br />
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"Tumbling Dice" — The Rolling Stones: Exile on Main Street is a perfect album and this is my favorite song on it.<br />
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"Country Girl" — Primal Scream: My friend Dave introduced me to this song, which he calls a great Stones song that they never recorded. I wish everyone friends who will introduce them to songs as kick-ass as this.<br />
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"Be My Baby" — Glasvegas: Wall of SOUND with this fuzzy remake of Motown. <br />
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"Release Me" — The Like: Sometimes my mom is right and something should just be fun.<br />
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"Birthday" — Sugarcubes: Another Mike HS fave. This song got me excited about music not made by people from the US, Canada or the UK.<br />
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"Coast Is Clear" — Curve: Mike's HS life continued. An amazing block-out-the-world song from a band that never got as popular as they should have.<br />
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"From A Million Miles" — Single Gun Theory: My fave radio station of all time, CFNY in Toronto, introduced me to this band and song from Australia. Not sure that I've made a playlist that didn't include this song, which for my money is more transubstantiational than any other.<br />
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"Anthems for a 17-year-old Girl" — Broken Social Scene: Aproposity should be obvious. This is a live version recorded live at Harbourfront Centre, Toronto 7.11.2009.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Disc 2</b></span><br />
"Get Out The Map" — Indigo Girls: For anyone starting college this song seems really clear as to its inclusion on a playlist from a friendtor.<br />
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"So Young" — Suede: Another UK band that deserved more attention. <br />
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"I Can Dream About You" — Dan Hartman: Many of the songs on Disc 2 reflect how your definition of love and courting and dating and relationships can and will evolve.<br />
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"Who's Loving You" — Jackson 5: KCRW's Jason Bentley played this after Michael Jackson died and said that when he was growing up this was his "jam." That's a very smart musical man.<br />
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"Swimming Pool" — The Submarines: Songs use metaphors and similes all the time. Many of them suck. This one is a perfect fusion of lyric, melody, harmony, song length and idea.<br />
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"Dancing in the Dark" — Ted Leo & The Pharmacists: Awesome bootleg of a great Springsteen song. Play this at a party and someone might fall in love.<br />
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"All I Want Is You" — U2: I think this is the best. love. song. ever.<br />
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"Stay" — Belly: "He sleeps under stairs along with the heirs<br />
Of nothing and nothing means no one who cares<br />
But I love him dear and I love him dear<br />
And I've loved him hundreads of thousands of years."<br />
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"Fade Into You" — Mazzy Star: Hope Sandoval's vocal on this song is a perfect match for the ambivalent lyrics.<br />
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"Plainsong" — The Cure: Dark dark dark moments of love.<br />
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"Chasing Dragons" — Gemma Hayes: over.<br />
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"Baby Just Be Yourself" — The Pipettes: Unfortunately, you'll probably encounter too many people in life to whom you want to play this song for. At least the Pipettes have fun with all their songs.<br />
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"Political" — Spirit Of The West: Work through the shit in this song and tis the real thing.<br />
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"Papa Was a Rodeo" — The Magnetic Fields: Ridiculously beautifully sad song.<br />
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"If Love Is A Red Dress" — Maria McKee: Someone's heart has been buffalo'ed. I hope that you never feel like this song, Charlene.<br />
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"The Drinking Song" — Moxy Fruvous: Here's what I told the Wude, when I included it on her mix. It still holds. <i>One of my fave bands from high school. This song about aftermath is just about perfect.</i><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Disc 3</b></span><br />
"Little Bones" — The Tragically Hip: This is the PARTY disc. Another thanks-to-CFNY song. This song makes even a dorm room sound like a rowdy bar on the Canadian frontier. And what could make a party better? NOTHING.<br />
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"California Love" — Dr. Dre and Tupac: When this song stops being welcome at parties, then check the horizon for the silhouettes of four dudes on horses or a red Moon rising.<br />
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"Sexy Hypnotist" — Luscious Jackson: I think I always hoped one of these would show up at a party. I had to settle for --------------. You'll hear this story when you're older.<br />
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"This Is The Night" — Jarvis Cocker, Jonny Greenwood, Phil Selway, Steve Mackey, Jason Buckle, Steve Claydon: This is guaranteed to make your parties magical.<br />
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"Sukie In The Graveyard" — Belle & Sebastian: The second-coolest concert party moment I've ever seen was at the Hollywood Bowl when B&S closed their show with the LA Phil with this song. Crowd members got up and were dancing around the orchestra pit!<br />
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"The Bleeding Heart Show" — The New Pornographers: At 2:40 this song kicks into the greatest overdrive ever.<br />
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"Intervention" — The Arcade Fire: The first time I heard this was on a leaked mp3 of its debut on British radio. The DJ said that if this song didn't make you feel something special inside something was basically wrong with you. I could not agree more.<br />
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"Smells Like Teen Spirit" — Tori Amos: Nirvana's version of this song inspired slamdancing at college parties in 1992. This version is for when the party needs to chill.<br />
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"Into the Mystic" — The Swell Season: Van Morrison cover that's a much better song than Brown-Eyed Girl, which is a fun, if grossly overplayed, party song.<br />
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"Not Going Home" — The Elected: For when dawn is closing on you and you still wanna outrun it.<br />
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"Take On Me" — A.C. Newman: By the end of the song you'll know why this version is a must-include on the PARTY disc. :)<br />
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"My Life Would Suck Without You" — Kelly Clarkson: Favorite pure pop star of the decade must be represented. With any luck this is how you'll feel about most everyone you're surrounded by on weekends. <br />
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"Love U More" — Sunscreem: This is as techno as I got. Just dance.<br />
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"Summertime" — DJ Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince: Be bold and bring it down and everyone will thank you.<br />
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"Birdhouse in Your Soul" — They Might Be Giants: A great party has the levity and intelligence of this song.<br />
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"Life In a Northern Town" — Sugarland, Little Big Town & Jake Owen: Little countrified version of an 80s classic. I hope that the parties you attend will have people who appreciate some diversity.<br />
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"World Sick" — Broken Social Scene: Just listen and fall in love with Canadian music.<br />
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"Sometime Around Midnight" — Airborne Toxic Event: Taste of California. I don't know of any songs that charge me up <i>more</i> than this. <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Disc 4</b></span><br />
"Safe Travels" — Peter and the Wolf: Another alum gifted me this song for the Perfect Song CD project. It's a spare and beautiful song. It's inclusion should be obvious.<br />
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"Pictures Of Success" — Rilo Kiley: This is my favorite song, Charlene. It's the song by the band that makes me (an early 30s person) feel about music the way that I did back in high school. Like the best songs, the opening notes immediately put the part of my brain that loves music into a suspended animation, in which exists only the song. Musically, it’s simple but the lyrical and vocal vulnerability as Jenny Lewis contemplates the future and laments the possibility of living a meaningless life ... it coalesces into something that absolutely hypnotizes me. It’s every moment of my youth that I wondered whether there was something beyond Amherst, NY and every moment since that I’ve understood that there is and that I can’t waste it. In short, the purest example in my life of William Blake’s concept of higher innocence—seeing with the unfiltered wonder of a child and understanding with the wisdom of those who have learned to value the fleeting nature of our time.<br />
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"Red Dirt Girl" — Emmylou Harris: You've already not become her. Be bold as you venture out and inward.<br />
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"Boy 1904" — Jónsi & Alex: Iceland rules as does music from Iceland.<br />
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"Us" — Regina Spektor: I hope that you'll feel this way about all your memories, especially of college.<br />
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"Elevator Love Letter" — Stars: The way Amy Millan talks about the power of shared memories as she introduces this live version speaks to the ineffable bonds of sharing a beginning.<br />
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"To Sir With Love" — Soul Asylum and Lulu: Maybe scratch what I said about "All I Want Is You" by U2? This might be the greatest love song ever. And I actually like this duet version better than the original solo version by Lulu.<br />
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"Slow Show" — The National: Another gift song from an alum. You guys have great taste.<br />
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"Umbrella" — Rihanna: Don't be like me and forget about great pop music while thinking that cool kids don't like it.<br />
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"A Million Tears" — Kasey Chambers: A song the defines a heartfelt plea.<br />
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"I Would Never" — The Blue Nile: I believe this is what the wisdom of having healed sounds like.<br />
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"Falling Slowly" — Glen Hansard & Markéta Irglová: This bootleg is from the movie. This will never cease giving me chills.<br />
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"Stay" — Lisa Loeb & Nine Stories: This is one of the most defining songs of my time in college. This video sorta made Lisa Loeb a precursor for Tina Fey's intelligent, quirky hotness. Reality Bites was a crappy movie, though.<br />
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"California Stars" — Billy Bragg and Wilco: Don't forget from whence you came.<br />
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"Ammæli" — The Sugarcubes: Icelandic version of "Birthday" from Disc 1. I heard this for the first time while vacationing there. LOVED IT.<br />
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"Parting Words" — Michael Giacchino: Giacchino's score made the raft scene in the season 1 finale of Lost the most emotional thing I've ever seen on TV. It felt like the closer to this mix, but then I realized that we needed something less poignant.<br />
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"Stadium Love" — Metric: <i>fin</i>Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04235776572412146264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18111538.post-34033519675357672122011-01-31T23:32:00.000-08:002011-02-21T02:04:52.827-08:00Closure after 20 yearsMost of us who grew up in Western New York inherited three things: a toughness to weather (and the lame, uninformed jokes about Buffalo's in particular), fandom of the Buffalo Bills and Sabres, and an inferiority complex.<br />
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I've never been as nervous as I was sitting on our family room floor on Jan. 27, 1991 watching Scott Norwood line up for the 47-yard field goal from the right hash that would decide Super Bowl XXV. If he misses the Giants would win 20-19, upsetting a team that the Vegas oddsmakers had made a 7-point favorite based on their vaunted no-huddle offense that thrashed the L.A. Raiders in the AFC Championship Game 51-3.<br />
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But if Norwood makes it, he wouldn't just be kicking the ball through the bright yellow uprights further than he ever had on grass and winning the Super Bowl for championship-starved Buffalo. He wouldn't even be kicking our region's inferiority complex in the face, he'd be stabbing it in the heart while simultaneously resurrecting a civic pride probably not seen since the turn of the 20th Century when Buffalo was a thriving city of half million people that provided life-giving sea access for the Midwest. Hell, he might even be curb-stomping the tired weather jokes.<br />
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Despite being just 15 years old and not even a lifelong WNYer (let alone an actual Buffalonian), I knew that. I knew that because every Bills fan watching knew that. It was inherited from our parents, the national pop culture, our giving the key to the city to Frank Deford because he stuck up for our weather on a national pregame show by pointing out that multiple NFL cities had colder average winter temps, our County Exec making the embarrassing choice to bet maple syrup with his counterpart rather than chicken wings, and two city slogans that used improper grammar (Talking Proud! and Buffalo, You're Looking Good).<br />
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To quote the great longtime Bills announcer Van Miller (as written in the <a href="http://www.buffalonews.com/topics/super-bowl-xxv/article326660.ece">Buff News story</a>):<br />
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<i>"Scott Norwood, rarely raises his voice above a whisper, he can fire the shot heard 'round the world now and win a Super Bowl with eight seconds to play ... He's made only [six of 10] outside the 40. Here we go. Lingner ready to snap it back to Reich. Eight seconds to play. Norwood takes a practice swing with the right leg. Everyone up on their feet, watching intently. Norwood reaches down and takes something off his left cleat, now does it again. Still standing up near his holder, concentrating, waiting for the snap. Here we go, the Super Bowl will ride on the right foot of Norwood. </i><br />
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<i>Waiting for the snap, Reich, arm extended, puts it down, on the way, it's long enough ... and it is no good. He missed it to the right with four seconds to play. It was long enough but it was no good. And Norwood, walking slowly and dejectedly off the field. Scott Norwood missed a 47-yard field goal that would have won the Super Bowl for the Bills."</i><br />
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<i>As Sports Illustrated's Peter King said later, "Does that paint a great picture or what?"</i><br />
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I have a pretty fucking great memory, but I can't remember how I reacted. I don't recall if there was yelling, screaming, punching of pillows or just shocked paralysis. I watched the game with my parents, so I know that I didn't swear. I know that I didn't cry and nothing in the room got broken save for the most important thing in there—our hearts.<br />
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My only memory of life after Super Bowl XXV is dreading getting the next issue of Sports Illustrated, which had typically been one of the highlights of my week. Apparently I let my feeling of being cheated<i> </i>metastisize so much that months later my mom yelled at me to "get over it, because it's just a game." I don't actually remember being bitter, but my mom wouldn't have said that if it weren't true. Joan F just doesn't roll with exaggeration.<br />
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Six months later I finally opened and read that issue of Sports Illustrated with Giants DB Mark Collins on the cover. A couple years (?) later, my father and I re-watched the VHS tape with the Super Bowl on it. The first half, which ended with the Bills up 12-10, was fine. For a fleeting instance we both felt like we might win.<br />
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At one point late in college (after the Bills had lost four Super Bowls in a row), I started to come to terms with the experience. My father and I (in that bizarro version of rationality that is mostly warped emotion but spoken without feeling in the voice) noted that what this Bills team did was as impressive as anything any other team had done (no NFL team before or since made it to four straight Super Bowls) ... they just didn't win when it mattered the most.<br />
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Twenty years later there's still a scar on my heart. The vulnerability of the open wound has healed over, but my heart is not the same as it was before. I walk with a feeling that Buffalo's best days won't return no matter how many cool new things pop up and thrive through the cracks in the city's foundation (like the <a href="http://whereslloyd.com/">Lloyd Taco Truck</a> and <a href="http://heroandsound.com/">Hero Design</a> and even hosting a <a href="http://www.tedxbuffalo.com/">TEDX</a> event). And I walk that way despite knowing what my mom said about it being just a game is true, particularly now as Egypt faces a revolution.<br />
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Well, all that was true until today. On Sunday, <a href="http://www.buffalonews.com/topics/super-bowl-xxv/">The Buffalo News ran it's 20th anniversary package about Super Bowl XXV</a>. News Senior Sports Columnist Jerry Sullivan interviewed more than two dozen former players, coaches and execs to get their memories of that fateful experience. The benefit and wisdom gained over time paired with native Rhode Islander Sullivan's ineffable "get" of Buffalo resulted in the closure I've needed. <br />
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My favorite story was "<a href="http://www.buffalonews.com/topics/super-bowl-xxv/article326648.ece">It ain't hooking</a>," which focused specifically on players' and coaches' memories of Norwood's kick. To liberally quote from the passage that redeemed my relationship with the city ...<br />
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<i>Hearing [Bills longsnapper Adam] Lingner and [backup QB and holder Frank] Reich anguish about the laces, you sense that, even to this day, they would like to take some of the burden off Norwood. He was crushed by the miss. Norwood has said he didn't feel he had failed, but that he had let his teammates down. He trudged off the field, his head slumped forward, then went into the losing locker room.</i><br />
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<i>Norwood stood at his locker for a good hour, answering every question from wave after wave of reporters. [Special teams coach Bruce] DeHaven stood by his side the whole time. A few minutes would go by, then DeHaven would ask Norwood if he'd had enough. Norwood shook him off each time. "I think I owe it to the fans to answer some questions."</i><br />
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<i>DeHaven later named a son after Norwood. "We adopted him in Colombia," said DeHaven, who is on his second tour as the Bills' special teams coach. "Tobin Scott DeHaven. Scott handled that deal with so much dignity, so much class, that day."</i><br />
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<i>He spoke haltingly, the emotions surging in him again. "I, I just wanted to be able to tell Toby some day, 'This is how you should conduct yourself in life. This is a pattern in life to follow.' He'll be 14 soon. I think he understands now."</i><br />
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I literally ended the story, which also revealed a new detail shared by backup QB and kick holder Frank Reich about Norwood's uncharacteristic struggles during warmups, in tears. And not a single Indian don't-pollute-or-litter tear, but cheeks soaked by streams of tears. <br />
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My favorite nuggets though were in Sullivan's interview, <a href="http://blogs.buffalonews.com/sully_on_sports/2011/01/kenneth-davis-.html">which ran in an extended version on his blog</a>, with fantastic Bills backup running back Kenneth Davis, which reminded me how much the people who played on that team meant to me and the city. <br />
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<i>I told Kenny he seemed emotional just talking about it.</i><br />
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<i>"It is emotional," he said. "I never had a bad day in Buffalo. I don't care if it was practice, training camp at the college, Rich Stadium or on the road. I never had a bad day. I was excited to come to work. I was up early every day. I ... loved ... coming ... to work. It didn't matter if it was summertime or the middle of the year. It was because of the cohesiveness of the organization, the attitude. I'm talking even the people who cleaned up for us, the people who fed us lunch, the ones who cleaned up the stadium."</i><br />
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<i>Davis said he never felt much separation between the team and the fans in Buffalo. He felt a kinship between a blue-collar team and a blue-collar community. He remembers how it felt on a cold Sunday on game day, seeing the smoke coming out of tailpipes in the cars, the smell of barbecue as he walked down the tunnel. He seemed ready to run out and hit someone as he spoke. By the time he was done, I was ready to run out the tunnel with him.</i><br />
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<i>"To walk out there and see those fans with their beer helmets on, their wool caps, drinking their beer and the smiles on their faces. It made work better for them when we won. It was exciting to walk out and see them up there. You'd see the team on the other sideline and want to kick their butts. There was no feeling quite like it. Man, Buffalo is just a wonderful place."</i><br />
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The fact that men like Davis got that added the corollary to my mom's admonishment that I should "get over it, because it's just game" ... "and that what's most important about what just happened wasn't that kick or the score, but that you got to experience the unique synergy of a city, its team and the fans of both."<br />
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So thanks to Mom, Sully, Buffalo the city and the Bills and City of Buffalo fans and most of all to the execs, staff, coaches and players for the memories.Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04235776572412146264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18111538.post-27925760784343764382011-01-28T10:20:00.000-08:002011-02-02T21:00:21.141-08:00How to respond to Michelle BachmanFrom a great <a href="http://opinion.latimes.com/opinionla/2011/01/fact-checking-michele-bachmann-what-good-is-it.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+OpinionLa+%28L.A.+Times+-+Opinion+Blog%29">blog post</a> on latimes.com by Paul Thornton ...<br />
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<i>The problem is that [U.S. Rep. Michelle] Bachmann is a sought-after pundit in the first place. Much of her brand is bombast, which brings with it a less-than-wholesome treatment of the truth. Getting into a tizzy over her untrue, yet confident, utterances gives her more airtime than her intellectual heft deserves. Of course, this means the non-Fox News broadcasters would have to resist the temptation to invite her on as a commentator. No objections here.</i><br />
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Like many liberals and rationalists, I get frustrated when I see and hear how alarmist comments from the Tea Party and its favorite politicians and commentators generate enthusiasm from people. It's like arguing with Creationists about evolution and the age of the Earth. How does one have a reasonable discussion when the premises fundamentally conflict?<br />
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Thorton's blog post reminded me of advice I try to dispense to my students: being the cooler head in a disagreement will hardly ever hurt you. Rather than try to out-yell or out-scare or out-blame people like Glenn Beck and Bachmann, we should ignore them.Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04235776572412146264noreply@blogger.com0