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November 18, 2007

Nominations for the 2007 Christmas Creep Awards (a.k.a., the Bad Santas)

As what Joe has termed "catalog season" winds down, and we start to move into what might legitimately be called the "Christmas Season," let us take a look back on the past month, particularly the money-grubbing interests who deem it a good idea to flog us repeatedly with cloying symbols of a holiday that at one point was a source of joy and peace, until it becomes nothing more than a bad sales pitch.

These are the Christmas Creeps, those who allow Christmas to creep ever backward on the calendar, to the point that the holiday season never ends.

Now, before someone goes Bill O'Reilly on me and starts accusing me of being at "War on Christmas," or some other equally inane nonsense, let me make something clear:  I happen to like Christmas an awful lot.  Without going into the details of how my family observes it, let's just say that I'm awfully fond of the exchanging of gifts, the emphasis on light and the story of light entering the world, the decoration of greenery, (some of) the carols, the piles of sugar and chocolate one inevitably consumes, candlelight services on Christmas Eve, advent services at Church, yes, all that.  But I like it in my own way, at its own time, and I don't want to be so saturated with jingly nonsense to the point that by the time Thanksgiving rolls around I'm already getting physically ill at the sound of sleigh bells.

Last year, I called for a boycott.  This year, we're taking it a step further -- I'm going to hand out awards for worst Christmas Creep.  And here's where you come in.  First, I need nominations.  I'll suggest a few categories below, but these can be expanded if we have a rush on things.  Second, I'd really like to come up with some nice, pretty color awards.  In my mind, these feature some sort of image of Santa (quite possibly featuring Billy Bob Thronton, if the copyright police don't become problematic), with the words "Bad Santa!" featured prominently, along with a citation as a Christmas Creep and a detail of the offense.  If someone with mad crazy photoshop skills feels like going at this, I'd be appreciative. 

If we get a good response here (i.e., it doesn't become apparent that nobody cares and I'm just ranting into space), I will actually print out certificates for the winners and deliver them to them.  Normally, I wouldn't like being confrontational about this.  But this whole "more More MORE CHRISTMAS!!!!" trend is really beginning to piss me off.

Rules (such as they are) for the contest are below the fold.

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November 15, 2007

Ow! Ow! My head!

I get e-mail:

Attention NCSSM Alumni,

Be sure to come out tomorrow evening, Friday, November 16, to support the NCSSM Men's Varsity Soccer Team as they play in their first-ever NCHSAA 1-A State Championship against East Montgomery. The game is tomorrow evening at 5 o'clock at:

Durham Bulls Soccer Stadium
At WRAL Soccer Center
7700 Perry Creek Road
Raleigh, NC 27616-5704

Okay, let me get this straight.  There's a Durham Bulls Soccer Stadium.  In Raleigh.  In NORTHEAST Raleigh, a good 40 minute drive from Durham.

WHAT THE HELL?

Yes, I know.  Capital Broadcasting owns Durham Bulls and WRAL, so they're using this as a marketing opportunity.  But look at it again.

The naming rights to a stadium have been bought.  By another sports franchise.  IN A DIFFERENT SPORT THAT DOESN'T EVEN PLAY THERE!  INCLUDING THE NAME OF A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT CITY!

On a remotely related note, WRAL-FM has now started playing Christmas music, earning them a nomination for the coveted Christmas Creep awards, joining 102.9 in that dubious distinction.  (More on the CC Awards soon.)

Oh, one more thing...

Secant tangent cosine sine!
3.14159!
Physics, Bio, Polymer Chem!
Give 'em hell, Go S&M!

November 06, 2007

Schelp vs. Funderburk

My neighbor John Schelp is rarely at a loss for words when it comes to local politics.  This election season is apparently no different.  John sent out this e-mail to what I'm guessing is a number of folks last night, and I asked him if I could reprint it here. 

Tell it like it is, John...

People who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones. In the 11/02 Herald-Sun, longtime Duke University administrator Laney Funderburk describes:

"a city government that spends its time 'careening from one crisis to another,' that's overly image-conscious and that sometimes makes decisions that 'smack of cronyism.'"

Funny, that's a pretty darn good description of Duke.

The rest below the fold.

Update: Barry beat me to it this morning.

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October 24, 2007

A Response to Friedman's "Generation Q"

As an Iraq war opponent and a geographer, I've already got two things against Thomas Friedman, whose errors include his support for the war and continual suggestion of giving it "six more months," along with his rather deranged book on economic geography, The World Is Flat.  His latest op-ed in the New York Times, entitled "Generation Q," isn't on the same level of the previous ones, but it's pretty maddening in its own right. 

Friedman's argument is effectively that the current generation of 20-somethings (and I have to say that while I'm a border case in regard to the big official generation definitions, I tend to identify with the younger set than the "Gen X" crowd I'm on the tail end of) do not lack for idealism, activism, or altruism, but that we're way too quiet about it.  The radix of Friedman's article lies here:

America needs a jolt of the idealism, activism and outrage (it must be in there) of Generation Q. That's what twentysomethings are for -- to light a fire under the country. But they can't e-mail it in, and an online petition or a mouse click for carbon neutrality won't cut it. They have to get organized in a way that will force politicians to pay attention rather than just patronize them.

Honestly, while someone had brought the op-ed to my attention, I basically blew it off.  There's nothing in Friedman's piece that's particularly new, although he hits a vaguely more interesting rhetorical tone than the standard, "these kids today don't care about anything!  (with their hair and their clothes...)"  My least charitable response would be that there are elements of the boomer generation who honestly thought they were going to change the world and bring about the Age of Aquarius and all that, and they're both bitter that it didn't happen, and indignant that the current generation isn't following their lead.  (And in Friedman's case, he might also be avoiding the fact that he was a vocal cheerleader for what my generation is most outraged about, the Iraq war.)

A much better response (hat tip to AS) comes from American Prospect columnist Courtney Martin:

We are not apathetic. What we are, and perhaps this is what Friedman was picking up on, is totally and completely overwhelmed. One of the most critical questions of our time is one of attention. In a 24-7 news climate, it is all but impossible to emotionally engage all of the stories and issues you are taking in, and then act on them in some pragmatic way. So instead, young people become paralyzed. (It seems that all of us are a bit paralyzed. After all, what are Friedman's peers really doing? And aren't his peers the ones with the most straightforward kind of power?)

My generation tries to create lives that seem to match our values, but beyond that it's hard to locate a place to put our outrage. We aren't satisfied with point-and-click activism, as Friedman suggests, but we don't see other options. Many of us have protested, but we -- by and large -- felt like we were imitating an earlier generation, playing dress-up in our parents' old hippie clothes. I marched against the war and my president called it a focus group. The worst part was that I did feel inert while doing it. In the 21st century, a bunch of people marching down the street, complimenting one another on their original slogans and pretty protest signs, feels like self-flagellation, not real and true social change.

When Friedman was young and people were taking to the streets, there were a handful of issues to focus on and a few solid sources of news to pay attention to. Now there is a staggering amount of both. If I read the news today with my heart wide open and my mind engaged, I will be crushed. Do I address the injustices in Sudan, Iraq, Burma, Pakistan, the Bronx? Do I call an official, write a letter, respond to a MoveOn.org request? None of it promises to be effective, and it certainly won't pacify my outrage.

Few of the responses I've seen to this sort of charge have ever hit the nail on the head as squarely as this column.  Interestingly, this touches on a topic that came up over dinner with my mother at Thai Cafe the other night.  At one point I brought up a particularly irritating bumper sticker, which Friedman, perhaps unintentionally, paraphrases in his piece:

. . . if they are not spitting mad, well, then they're just not paying attention.

Righteous outrage is, to be honest, quite a lot of fun.  There's an emotional rush to it that can be rather intoxicating.  But, in the end, it tends to turn itself into something more about narcissism and less about
actually doing something about the source of the outrage, which is why most modern protests, demonstrations, and marches seem to be more about a glorified self-expression and experientialism than any manner of pragmatic change. 

However much the current state of the world might call for it, one simply cannot live ones life in a state of perpetual outrage.  (Or rather, those that do seem to end up ineffective and self-absorbed.)  And while it is true that in my lifetime I will face challenges and events beyond the imagination of my grandparents, to somehow believe that these problems require a greater challenge than those before is nothing but either unhinged hyperventilation or a cynical attempt to abuse fear and outrage towards some specific end.  The current administration may be the most recent and most egregious violators of this, but the left is not without fault here.  I recall from childhood growing up and reading the endless direct mailings from hard working, well-meaning groups like the Sierra Club and Handgun Control telling how some recent bill or executive order could cause untold gloom and doom.  After a while, however true those mailings were, one gets numb.  This sort of perpetual outrage doesn't lead to change -- it leads to an overwhelming desire to lose oneself in a video game, where repeated mashing of buttons will eventually solve the problem.  Or worse, it leads to the election of a president who says he can cut taxes and raise spending, and that everything will be alright, because it's "morning in America." 

As Martin's piece points out, Friedman shouldn't look at the quiet activism of his "Generation Q" as some sort of failing; rather he should be encouraged that they have rejected the self-centered politics of the past thirty years, and started focusing on what they might be able to do.  My way of coping has been to turn almost all of my focus as an activist towards the very local, and after nearly a decade of casting about, it seems that yes, one of the best ways I can contribute is by writing and blogging.

Solving the mess in Iraq and dealing with global warming will not be easy.  But then again, as Leslie Marmon Silko noted (and I'm so fond of quoting), it has never been easy.

August 23, 2007

Curbing my enthusiasm: West Coast pale ales

I really, truly am excited about Sean Wilson's plans to open a new brewery in Durham.  (And also, I might add, excited about the Triangle Brewing Company getting cranked up over in east Durham.)  But I winced at the billing of this event:

So...we're throwing a beer party at Tyler's Taproom (American Tobacco)
this Friday from 5 to 7:30pm.  We're calling it "The Beauty of Bitter"
as the focus of the beer tasting is West Coast-style bitter beers.
Now don't be scared off by that word "bitter." Studies have shown (*)
that a bite of hops in a cold ale or lager is the perfect way to end
the work week.

Now, don't get me wrong, I like me some bitter beer.  English bitters, like the John Courage Bitter, can be mighty fine.  And perhaps some of these West Coast brews, most of which I haven't tried, are of a better lineage.  On the other hand, I'm afraid they're going to be like other West Coast pale ales I've tried, and simply be nothing but evidence of a brewmaster gone drooling and googly-eyed over Cascade hops, which add that overpowering citrus flavor to American pale ales.  A little is fine, and can be quite nice, but way, way too many of them just dump in the Cascade hops, until you're left with something that tastes like an alcoholic, carbonated glass of grapefruit juice.  Eulgh.

On the other hand, Oskar Blues' Old Chub, which I profiled earlier, is part of the tasting.  So maybe I shouldn't jump to conclusions.

July 11, 2007

Wake County Exclusivity on the March!

Back in May, Kevin drew attention to Knightdale's decision to put limits on the amount of affordable housing within its borders.  Good to see they're not the only ones dedicated to keeping the unwashed masses at bay:

A North Raleigh shopping center has evicted Capital Area Transit from its property, citing fears over pedestrian safety. But between 2002 and 2006, CAT buses had six accidents that required medical attention away from the crash scene. The most serious, in 2005, happened after the bus got rear-ended by a car.
. . .

Four North Raleigh shopping centers prohibit buses on their property, a policy that requires riders who work and shop there to walk as far as a quarter-mile from their bus stop. One of those malls, Towne North on Creedmoor Road, listed fear of pedestrian collisions as a top concern.

In May, a property manager at Towne North wrote the city to announce access would end. In previous letters, Towne North officials described senior citizens afraid to leave the shopping center for fear of being hit by CAT buses, which came hourly.

Scott Farrar, partner in Craig Davis Properties, which manages Towne North, has defended the move on behalf of customers' safety but declined to comment this week on CAT's accident statistics.

A more cynical person might ask which has more accidents per trip through shopping center parking lots: city buses or SUVs. 

June 29, 2007

My Heroine for the Week

Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you Mika Brzezinski.  I don't know much about her beyond this clip of her tearing up and shredding copy for a Paris Hilton news story.  But this is enough to win my heart:

Now, Al Gore and others have made the case that nonsense like the ongoing Paris Hilton soap opera is bad for our national discourse, that, as Mika objects, it has no business being the lead story.  I can see that argument, but I can also understand the "give the people what they want" counter-argument.

Right now, though, I'm not going to get into that.  I love Mika Brzezinski for doing this, for one reason only.  I am completely ill with Paris Hilton coverage, and I don't want to see any more.  I didn't want to see any more six months ago.  I change the channel whenever a Paris Hilton story comes on TV.  I turn the radio dial when a Paris Hilton news story comes on.  I want her to go away.

And I want all the commentators covering her to go away too.  I hear basically two equally odious arguments: that the terror she's feeling serving a minor jail sentence is somehow great human drama, or guffaws at her misfortune.

A woman, largely unremarkable except for the most trivial of affairs, went to jail for some minor offenses she clearly committed.  This isn't news.  This isn't interesting.  And to have someone on live cable stand up and say, "I'm not going to do this story because it's a load of crap" is just endlessly refreshing.

Save the arguments about the broadcast media's responsibilities as stewards of the public airways for later.  I'm being selfish here.  Make it stop.

February 12, 2007

Bring on the dollar coins

So apparently we're getting another stab at dollar coins.  This time, we get various Presidents on them, which I have to say is kind of a disappointment.  I really liked having Sacagawea on the dollar coins, not just because of the recognition of a minority woman, but because "Sacagawea" was really fun to say, as was, "It's all about the Sacagaweas." 

But regardless, I'm glad we're getting more dollars.  Whenever I can remember to, I try to get rolls of gold coins at the bank, and use them as much as possible.  This isn't just in an attempt to save taxpayer money on printed bills and on cash handling costs (although that's enough of a reason for everyone reading this to do the same).  They're also just terribly handy, particularly in things like parking meters and vending machines. (No obnoxious "creased corner" syndrome.) 

Another thing that the article mentioned was that apparently people really don't want to get rid of the penny.  I really don't understand this.  The  value of a penny in today's dollars is roughly that of halfpenny in 1982 dollars, and I really don't remember missing halfpennies 25 years ago.  (Okay, granted, I really wanted to find one, but I don't think I or anyone else ever stressed about inexact amounts being rounded off.)  Go back 10 years earlier to 1972, and today's nickel is worth what a penny was then.  In other words, if we just rounded off to the nearest nickel these days, we'd be doing no more crude a calculation than those who rounded off to the penny in 1972.  And, of course, we've also reached the point that the metal used to make the penny is now worth more than $.01, so you could theoretically make a profit melting down pennies for scrap.  (The difference is small enough that the costs of melting and segregating the metals make the profit negligable.)  Why more business owners don't just post a "rounded to nearest nickel" sign and recalibrate their cash registers is beyond me.  It would make tallying the register easier, I would think, and speed up transactions a bit.

Oh, well.  Nobody asked me.  Hooray for more dollar coins, though.  I'll probably go get $50 worth sometime in the next couple of weeks.

December 29, 2006

It's official -- John McCann is completely useless

The suspicion has been increasing for years, but after today's column, I think I can now say for certain: Herald-Sun local columnist John McCann has absolutely nothing interesting to say.  Today's column on 2006 being the "Year of the Queer" is not just bad because it is so casually yet stridently anti-gay, but because it adds absolutely nothing to any form of conversation on the issue. 

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December 11, 2006

Traffic Calming, Emergency Services, and the John Locke Foundation

Before I got this blog, most of my long rambles went to various local electronic mailing lists.  I guess one of the reasons for getting a blog was to have a more permanent home for them, because, well, when I spend a while writing something, I'd like for as many people as possible to read it, at least if they want to.  With that said, I hope it's not gauche or overly self-promoting to put stuff I wrote to various lists here.  And even if it is, well, I guess I'm going to do it anyway.

Regardless, here's my response to a query from Barry Ragin on the Durham Bicycle and Pedestrian list.

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