At maps.google.com, it's another tab, to the left of Map, Satellite and Hybrid. (Enter your address, city and two-digit state abbreviation to focus the map on your location.)
To see traffic, switch to the map or hybrid mode and click on the new traffic tab. Google Maps will add a layer that colors the roads in green, yellow, red, or gray. The colors represent how fast the traffic is moving:
* Green: more than 50 miles per hour
* Yellow: 25 - 50 miles per hour
* Red: less than 25 miles per hour
* Gray: no data available
In my neighborhood, it only shows nearby Rt. 95.
Far more useful to me is the state's Dept. of Transportation's RhodeWays program, with cameras overlooking many streets and highways that refresh every 30 seconds. You can pick your camera here from a dropdown list, or see them all in seven screens or filtered by region or camera direction at the RhodeWays Live Traffic Camera Center. Seeing all the cameras in a region could be especially useful when you set out for South County beaches in summer.
(You can also get to the cameras from projo.com/weather. Choose the first link under "Traffic watch." This is my usual route to them.)
Below, the state's realtime camera view of a red area in the map at the top of this post:
2007 Perennial Plant of the Year, Nepeta 'Walker’s Low'
The Garden Blogs List has been updated for the first time since fall. Spring is just 20 days away, and gardeners are waking up.
These garden bloggers joining the big list hail from Idaho, Michigan, Kentucky, Illinois, east of Boston, Pennsylvania, San Diego, Calif., and the Caribbean. It's a tough time to debut here -- all but the last two seem to be showing photographs of snowy plots and pergolas. Our Caribbean gardener
A gardener calling herself Weeping Sore notes that spring is an hour earlier because of the March 11 shift to daylight savings time. She drops insights like seeds:
Tom Robbins said when people tell you to shut up, they mean stop talking; and when they tell you to grow up, they mean stop growing. I want to be a growing person for my entire life. Working in my yard helps me embrace the constant state of change that a living garden embodies and that growth requires.
They're a fascinating bunch, these people who play in dirt and write about, many blogging for as many years as I've been hosting the list. Pleasure awaits you on these late winter nights, scrolling through their pages.
Links: 10 Iraq-war protest songs; Gerald McBoingBoing, Mr. Magoo videos; Top political donors; Powerball payback odds; Great abandoned houses...
Ten Protest Songs released since the Iraq war began in 2003. From Pearl Jam to Neil Young to Green Day to Bright Eyes, little YouTube videos. At ThrowAwayYourTV.com.
UPA was founded in the wake of the Disney animators' strike of 1941, which resulted in a number of long-time employees of Walt Disney leaving the venerable studio for greener pastures. One of the animators taking part in the Disney exodus was John Hubley, an artist who disagreed with the ultra-realistic style of animation that Disney had developed and championed. Along with a number of other animators, Hubley promoted the idea that animation did not have to be a painstakingly realistic imitation of real life; he felt that the medium of animation had been forced down a narrow path by simply trying to imitate reality.
A San Francisco weekly newspaper that bills itself as "The Voice of Asian America" is facing harsh criticism from that very community for publishing a column Friday titled "Why I Hate Blacks."
In the column, AsianWeek regular contributor Kenneth Eng listed "reasons" to discriminate against African Americans. The piece has been pulled from the newspaper's Web site, but the print edition of the free paper, owned by the politically influential Fang family, was still available in news racks Monday.
We join Asian American leaders in criticizing AsianWeek for printing Kenneth Eng's column "Why I Hate Blacks" in its February 23rd edition. We condemn the piece as irresponsible journalism, blatantly racist, replete with stereotypes, and deeply hurtful to African Americans.
We call on AsianWeek to take immediate action and issue an unequivocal apology, terminate their relationship with Kenneth Eng, print an editorial debunking the column and setting the record straight, review their editorial policy and process, and hold those responsible accountable.
It's not enough to prove that a particular blood test or CT scan really spots cancer, for example. You also need to know whether early detection of that cancer would make a difference in your ability to respond to treatment or it merely means that you would die at the same point but learn about your illness earlier than you would have without the test.
Would you rather know you're dying for years, or learn about it at the last minute? (The late Molly Ivins, who died of inflammatory breast cancer, a particularly aggressive form, wrote of her treatment, "First they mutilate you; then they poison you; then they burn you.")
"It's too late to have a kid when you cannot guarantee that you're going to be in the game as a father when that kid is 18 years old." -- Ron Geraci, 36, author of "The Bachelor Chronicles."
"Swedish and Thai women were fed a Thai dish that the Swedes found overly spicy. The Thai women, who liked the dish, absorbed more iron from the meal. When the researchers reversed the experiment and served hamburger, potatoes, and beans, the Swedes, who like this food, absorbed more iron. Most telling was a third variation of the experiment, in which both the Swedes and the Thais were given food that was high in nutrients but consisted of a sticky, savorless paste. In this case, neither group absorbed much iron."
...Ruby Tuesday's offers an entree called Fresh Chicken & Broccoli Pasta so loaded with cheese and other stuff that it tipped the scales at 2,060 calories and 128 grams of fat...
Peopleless homes: Abandoned Beauty: Amazing photos of abandoned houses around the world, at Archibase.net. I'll take this one:
Powerball payback odds: You have "one chance in 36.61" of winning something" when you buy a Powerball ticket. Durango Bill's Applied Mathematics shows how the odds are calculated.
Long overdue: I finally figured out how to let you page backwards through this blog one week at a time. There's a little overlap right now -- I see some entries on the main page repeated as part of "last week," but until I can fix that I'd rather repeat some than lose some. Links at the top of these weekly pages take you back and forth through time.
The code places the link at the bottom of the last entry on this page, so I can't give it to you here without freezing it for future readers at this last week in February. Scroll down to the end of whatever post anchors this blog's homepage to enter that wayback machine.
There's also a list of headline links to every entry, sorted by month, since I switched to this software in July 2005. Earlier than that, there are only weekly links back to March 2002.
Finally... if you don't want the Anna Nicole circus and various missing blonde stories to suck up all the news broadcasts, don't watch the "special reports" on them. These are driven by ratings. If you don't watch, ratings will shrink. But you'll also have to watch serious news to push up its ratings.
Greater City: Providence launches Tuesday with a public meeting
Greater City: Providence is a new group that hopes to influence the "livability of the city." Their public launch meeting is tomorrow (Tuesday, Feb. 27), the first of what they hope will be monthly Greater City: Exchange meetings at different venues around the urban center. The kickoff spot is Jewel Cafe and Lounge at 15 Elbow St. between Chestnut and Ship Streets (where The Last Call, later The Call, used to be).
Jef Nickerson (photoblogger Woneffe) is the group's president. The mingling starts at 5:30 p.m. He writes that there'll be "a brief presentation about the organization at 6:30 p.m. It will formally end at 7:30 p.m., however all are welcome to remain with us throughout the evening for more drinks, conversation, and live music."
Here's the thinking behind the meeting, from his post announcing it:
...The goal of the Greater City: Exchange is to gather together people from across the city and around the region to exchange ideas, information, resources, and passion for the city. There are plenty of organizations and plenty of people out there championing the city and working hard on specific projects. The Greater City: Exchange gives us urban minded individuals a chance to gather together and discuss what we’re working on individually and the challenges we are facing in our own corners of the city. By setting a time and place to exchange ideas we can come up with new solutions and combine resources to work together on initiatives that work to improve the entire city...
GCP's main initiatives are,
- Transportation
- Public Spaces
- Zoning and Land Use
- "Civic Style" (aesthetics, infrastructure, architecture, etc)
but they're willing to listen to your ideas, too. Sounds like it might be worth dropping into, see what they're up to.
News too:Liz Donovan blogs Dave Barry's hunt for the South Florida Giant Underground Weirdness Magnet, whose latest joke is the wacky judge that Anna Nicole's corpse drew -- a former New York taxi driver with an international audience at last.
Journalism: The Redirection by Seymour M. Hersh in the current New Yorker: "Is the Administration’s new policy benefitting our enemies in the war on terrorism?"
Now 74, Allen spent her entire career at IBM, winning several of the company's top awards. In 1968, she won an corporate award for her research. The prize: a pair of cufflinks and a tie clip.
Crockpot recipe: Frozen pot roast with Jack Daniel's
It was cold yesterday morning, a perfect Saturday to stay home and read with the homey aromas of pot roast cooking.
Trouble was, the pot roast I'd bought on sale was a fat brick in the freezer, stashed for just such a day. I knew there had to be workarounds. In the tradition of engineers sharing basic cooking tips on the Web, here's how to modify a pot roast recipe.
...we just throw all the ingredients including the frozen grass fed beef chuck in a crock pot set on low and cook all day (about 8 hours or more). Either way . . . you will have beef so tender it will be falling apart.
That was good enough for me. I liked the two cups of water in this recipe -- there would be lots of good juice.
Dr. Whisnant used 3/4 liter of burgundy wine in her pot -- 25.3 ounces, more than 3 cups -- but I don't care for purple pot roast, and the only red wine here is about a glassful of leftover Merlot. But I suspect some alcohol is needed for this alchemy.
I do have a bottle of Jack Daniel's. How much?
The Web makes it easy to improvise: Find a similar recipe, scan it for useful enhancements. Search terms: recipe bourbon pot roast.
Joyce's Crockpot Roast with Bourbon says 1/3 cup bourbon. It uses too little water for me -- just 1/4 cup -- and celery, which I don't like hot. I'd stick with Dr. Whisnant's recipe, add garlic and wing it.
I didn't have all the veggies I wanted, but knew I could add them later. They'd hold up better without cooking all day, and there were enough veggies in there at the start to flavor the broth.
10 a.m. I started with,
3 lb frozen beef chuck roast
1 large sliced sweet onion
2 cloves garlic, minced
1 small carrot, sliced thinly
1 bouillon cube
1 bay leaf, whole
1 tsp dried basil
1 Tbsp Worcestershire Sauce
1/3 cup Jack Daniel's bourbon whiskey
2 cups water
Put the vegetables, the beef, the spices and liquids into a slow cooker, in that order. Turn the crockpot on low and cover. Go away.
4:30 p.m. After grocery shopping, Joe cut and added,
3 thin-skinned 3-inch boiling potatoes, cut into roughly 1-inch cubes
2 parsnips
1 medium purple-top turnip
1/2 small butternut squash, peeled
1 tsp salt
6:30 p.m. Adjust the seasoning.
Tasty, but a little sweet (from the root vegetables).
In went, for a half-hour's cooking,
2 tsp basil
2 tsp oregano
a few shakes Scotch Bonnet pepper sauce
freshly ground black pepper (hand-ground for about 10 seconds)
1 tsp salt
At 7 p.m. we removed the meat, covered it with foil, turned off the crockpot and let everything sit for a little while longer.
The meat was fall-apart tender, not stringy as it would have been if it were overcooked. (I've had that happen to other all-day crockpot roasts.) We joked that it might still be frozen in the center, but although it looked a little red, like corned beef, it was definitely cooked. We inhaled it.
Leftovers today. And we'll have some hearty beef vegetable soup left over.
Sorry, no pictures. It was a day off from everything.
Notes:
--The roast was straight from the freezer; if your roast is thawed, this will be too much cooking time.
-- Use waxy "boiling" potatoes, not big bakers. Only use Yukon Golds if you're going to add them late; they tend to fall apart into a slurry if overcooked, and will disintegrate if cooked all day.
--Scotch Bonnet Sauce is the only hot sauce I really like. It's thick, adds flavor as well as heat, and spikes oversweetness. (This isn't gourmet stuff, it's Grace brand from Stop & Shop's Jamaican section.) eatjamaican.com says you can use a bit of skin, or a whole Scotch bonnet pepper, if you don't let it break open, to get the flavor without the heat.
-- Any bouillon cube will work to flavor the water. I only had chicken, but beef might have stood up to the vegetables better.
-- I think the sugar in carrots overwhelms stocks, so I use them sparingly. I like squash more, and the market sells small halves, peeled, washed and wrapped.
-- in these Web searches, I always begin with "recipe" -- it eliminates restaurant menus, retailers and nutritition charts.
-- If you have burgundy wine but no Jack Daniel's, you can reverse engineer this. I'd cut down on the wine, and maybe some of the water. You can always add more water later.
Providence teacher bringing school aid to Ghana this week blogs it
Akeba, Ghana
Since 2000 (Meshach) has run his school from the back of his dad’s church, without a roof and without electricity. He has had to rent broken typewriters for his students to use and too often students are forced to share these broken materials. -- About Our Ghana Trip by Shawn Rubin
Longitude's Ghana Trip Blog: Shawn Rubin, a teacher at Providence's CVS Highlander School and cofounder of new Providence nonprofit Longitude, is in Akeba, Ghana this school-vacation week.
He's helping Meshach Bondzie, pictured at right, and his nonprofit Professional Secretarial Academy of Ghana (PROFESA) move to a new facility, as well as bringing equipment and more than $5,000 in donations, collected largely from Rhode Islanders.
Running as a separate track from the words, and worth browsing on their own, are daily photos at Flickr and perhaps video to come, since filmmakers John Lavall and Jessica Jennings came along to make a documentary of the trip and the work.
Shawn, at right, and Jessica, below, are sharing the blogging. The posts contain anecdotes and impressions that range from bedbug worries to concerns about maximizing the money they've brought. Shawn writes,
We want to build for the future so we are working on alternative teaching models so that the 14 students can share the 4 typewriters and the 6 computers that we have currently collected for his school. There are many models and options, but they are all foreign to Meshach so this requires a lot of time and negotiation.
And there's a delicate moment at the Abeka Town Council Meeting in the Chief's palace, when the Financial Director, perhaps plumbing the depth of Longitude's pockets, said, “We would like for you to make a promise to us that you help us with our goals and objectives.”
I responded to the Financial Officer's request by saying that I am committed to finding and securing resources that will help Abeka grow, but that for now the most clear and viable option for this growth is through PROFESA, Meshach’s school. You could feel the collective air being released from the committee’s bubble, but I went on to explain to them that if they want to help Abeka to grow they too can do it by helping Meshach’s school.
Filmmaker Jessica, independent and successful, is troubled by the low expectations of women in this traditional culture: "If you already lack confidence (which these women do), learning becomes slowed and difficult and complicated because you feel that you CAN’T learn it. The door is already closed..."
There are tales of politics and negotiation and, of course, the heat.
...We started the meal with fufu (ground casava and plantain that is pounded into a mushy ball that you then dip in a palm oil soup and swallow without chewing), fish stew (complete with all the fish heads you could stomach), egg soup (a thicker palm oil derivitive with even more fish heads), rice, fried plantains and yam. As we finished our yam’s and soup the power kicked in,and the music began...
Their week ends Sunday. I'll be checking in to see how it turns out.
This March 1, 1969 show was recorded from the audience. We offer you a riveting performance of Five To One. This is the same tape that was brought before a Miami court as evidence of Morrison's outrageous behaviour, vulgar language and indecency.
Maria Muldaur is better known as a folk and country singer but she might have shown her R&B roots on the opening two tracks, Chauffeur Blues and Any Old Time...
As part of our celebration of International Women’s Day on March 8, here is a captivating performance by Maria Muldaur.
...But from all accounts when Kurt Cobain was in Japan, he was happy. He reportedly was quite taken by the outpouring of gifts from the Japanese and requested that they give him only Hello Kitty gifts. He was playful and bought himself new pajamas which he wore on stage...
Providence artist asks you to look inside envelopes
Providence printmaker and sculptor Kenn Speiser is looking inside envelopes for unusual printed patterns, and hopes you will, too.
Safety envelopes, sometimes called security envelopes, are envelopes tinted -- printed -- inside in a variety of patterns to foil prying eyes. "Most of these patterns are found inside utility bills, bank statements and check window envelopes," Kenn says.
With support from the R.I. State Council on the Arts, he's well into the Tinted Safety Envelope Research Project, which hopes to document, investigate and preserve these designs. At that link you can see 16 "Envelope Families" he's assembled. A few of them appear here.
Kenn writes that he sees fewer patterns now, and wants to catalogue their variety "before it's too late."
Here's where you come in. If you have or find envelopes with different patterns, and are willing to mail him the actual envelope, here's how to contact him.
He'd like to widen the search. When I asked what this post might add to what's on the Safety Envelope site, he emailed,
Hopefully I'll be found by people in other countries and they will send me envelopes from around the world.
Here are some of the historical questions I would like to find answers for:
1- At what point in time did they first appear?
2- In what country were they first printed?
3- Who came up with the idea of printing on the inside of envelopes? Was it the printing industry first or was it driven by a need in the marketplace?
4- Were the original designs printed specifically for envelopes or did they originate from another source and then converted into envelopes?
4A- If they originated as envelopes, what problem did printing on envelopes solve, and what was the previous solution, if any?
5- What industry, business or profession was the first to use these envelopes?
6- Who designed them in the beginning?
7- Who designs them today?
8- What inspired the different designs, then and now?
9- Has the development of printing technology affected the design of Safety Envelope patterns?
10- Do the different patterns have specific names?
At least one source has volunteered some background information. You can read, on the project's site, a 2005 letter, presumably replying to a query, from Maynard H. Benjamin, President and CEO of the Envelope Manufacturers Association and author of The History of Envelopes 1840 - 1900. It includes this historical note,
The earliest example I have of an inside security tint is an envelope used at the White House during Woodrow Wilson's administration. The inside tint was used to insure that no one read the contents of the letter and Wilson used window envelopes at the time to save on readdressing time given the quantity of correspondence his administration produced.
If you have old records and correspondence tucked away, check 'em out. They may be safely enclosed in rare envelope art.
In September 2005 I got a call from an old friend, Bob Fabrizio, a Providence native and longtime Pawtucket resident who hated winter, and had moved to New Orleans nearly 20 years ago. That night, he was calling from a shelter in Houston, where he had been evacuated after Hurricane Katrina.
I had given him my "Producer, projo.com" business card during a brief reunion in New Orleans in June 2004, and after a few days in Houston with no resettlement plans forthcoming, he pulled it out of his wallet and said he'd been "talking to the press." Shortly thereafter, he was given a voucher for a plane ticket to anywhere.
I wrote about his calls from Texas, and his eventual return to Rhode Island, on this blog. Some links are below.
This morning, his sister called to say that Bob has died.
We had him over for Easter dinner last year. He suffered from severe heart and lung problems, as well as cataracts, and traveled with a portable oxygen system. Soon after he arrived, he realized that his air was running out. He had inadvertently turned in a full oxygen bottle, and brought along a nearly empty one. I called the V.A. Hospital, and a nurse offered us an emergency bottle. We took his ID and picked it up, and it saved the day.
Nevertheless, it was obvious he was very sick. He died alone in his studio apartment in Pawtucket, having refused to live in a hospital or nursing home. When his sister hadn't heard from him for a few days, she went to his home to check on him and found him dead, probably from a heart attack.
He will be cremated. There will be no services. He is survived by one grown daughter, named Stefanie, who lives in Virginia, and a sister, Angela Gage of Cranston.
I got a call from an old friend last night, a friend who's now a temporary resident of Ben Garza Gym in Corpus Christi, Texas.
Bob Fabrizio (he'll be 59 on Monday) is a native Rhode Islander who has spent most of the last 20 years working for Lucky Dogs, the venerable and distinctive New Orleans hotdog firm with hotdog-shaped carts...
When I first knew Bob, he worked overnight at the Brown University Bookstore, unpacking books and stocking shelves. Eventually, he read the entire Eastern religions collection.
He'd call every few years to keep in touch. In the spring of 2004, he called two days before I was heading to New Orleans to receive an award at a columnists convention, my first trip there ever. We had a reunion in a little bar on St. Charles Avenue. Bob met my husband for the first time, and he didn't recognize the woman with us as my daughter, the little girl he remembered well. ...
He had the 80-bed home to himself during the storm, with a good supply of food and water. After the power went out, he found a room with its own generator (for a ventilator), a bed, a fan, a phone and a TV. He called an emergency number to say he was there, but he was alright and fetching him was not a priority. He watched the rescue efforts on TV. He answered phone inquiries from residents' families who didn't know where they'd been taken.
When the generator's batteries died Friday, Bob walked two miles to a pickup point and, after a bus ride, ended up under a highway overpass in Gretna with thousands of other displaced people and just three portable toilets. He says only that it was disgusting there overnight, but at least there was food and water, distributed by the National Guard.
When the buses arrived Saturday to evacuate them all and the throng pressed forward, Bob hung back. "I said to myself," he told me, "If Buddha can be the last one to achieve nirvana, I can be the last one on the bus." He ended up getting one of three seats in a helicopter to New Orleans International Airport, and eventually found himself on a plane to Texas....
Bobby's spirit was Buddhist. More than anyone else I've ever met, Bobby thought constantly about the meaning of life and the nature of death. Now, I hope, he finally has his answers
A ballpoint Website, unlined pages : At balalar.ru the graphics, such as the animated guestbook at right, are hand-drawn; the type is the same familiar blue, and more drawings are sprinkled among its photos and text. Ballpoint pens didn't make the trip to the Web, so it's an eyeful.
It's in Russian, which makes it entirely nonverbal to me.
But that doesn't mean it isn't eloquent. Here's a detail of one of its photos, on a page with yet more nice doodles, and links to 17 more photos:
'Indie-rock sensation':The Arcade Fire in Concert. The Montreal band in a 77-minute NYC concert broadcast live Saturday by NPR from a church in the Village.
Starts off slow, but gets there.
The Arcade Fire formed in Montreal in 2003 around the husband-wife duo of Win Butler and Regine Chassagne, with Richard Reed Parry, William Butler, Tim Kingsbury, Sarah Neufeld and Jeremy Gara. Funeral drummer Howard Bilerman has since left the band.
The Arcade Fire makes emotionally charged, densely layered and orchestrated songs, led by Butler's heartbreaking voice. They're known for unusually captivating live performances, with band members repeatedly changing instruments and scrambling over one another in a musical frenzy.
The band spent most of 2006 recording their self-produced new album in the basement of a church in a small town outside of Montreal. They also traveled to Budapest to record an orchestra and military choir...
Stay for the encores, My Body Is A Cage and Neon Bible, the title track of their first album. Here's the Times review:
...upbeat, homemade anthems that pile on instruments — accordion, glockenspiel, Moog, hurdy-gurdy — and rise to group singalongs and wordless pop choruses.
Music to blog to.
All downhill since then: The last minutes of John Kennedy's life, and of Jackie's youth. Video at The Sixth Floor Museum.
Kinetic art:Painted cats, at $15,000 a pop, and it grows out every three months. Some are tacky, some striking. Does the cat mind?
Unfurl me: NFCDT is a Flash puzzle. Fans of Samarost will get it immediately. For everybody else, mouse around what you see. If it pulses, click it. Things will happen.
Sunday in the right brain, browsing viral art emails
This is a detail of a larger image on a page, titled Nice artwork, that contains four of these drawings, all made with the names of the objects they depict.
It's from the same source as the excellent Photoshopping I blogged Friday -- "graphics designer" at frogview.com, Frogview is an "open mailbox" site -- a place where you can browse funny and interesting emails running around the Net, rather than wait for a friend to send them to you.
You can browse -- by date, by user rating and by page views -- an index of more than 150 pages contributed by "graphicsdesigner," including Funny Pictures, by scrolling down below his photo on his profile page.
Also found at Frogview:
Frozen cherry trees (detail, one of five photos). These aren't current -- they're from Ceres, South Africa, and can be seen on 2004 Web pages. They're just new to me.
Under Reagan and the Bushes, the left was happy to do what it seems to like best: protest. Under Clinton it switched gears and quietly and obediently complied. In either case - dissenter or drone - the left did little to offer Americans an alternative vision, platform or movement.
28 Washington Post reporters were assigned to cover the city's sleet storm Wednesday. From his own storm experience at the paper, Sam writes (THE CAPITAL'S FAVORITE SORT OF CRISIS),
What the Post had actually sent out 28 reporters to cover was, according to Accuweather, exactly .92 inches of precipitation. But the Post takes such things quite seriously as your editor discovered two decades ago when he was still in the publication's good graces. He had been asked to write a piece on the latest storm and sat in an office for half an hour as the editor of the Outlook section and the op ed page editor argued over who would get to run it. The amazing thing was that neither had read the actual article. What they were really arguing about was who was in charge of snow.
When you click on that link above, the resulting item now appears under a banner reading "City Desk," not Flotsam & Jetsam. Categories, perhaps.
The publication Sam edits, The Progressive Review, is a stunning example of antique Web design, circa 1994.
If you're now clued that this is one quirky site, Sam misspells the name of this publication, leaving out an "s," in Flotsam & Jetsam's banner. I can't help but think it's deliberate.
Sam also offers mp3 tracks from jazz bands he's played in, piano and sometimes vocals. Scroll down the right column till you find the piano keyboard graphic.
DRM debate: Pirates of the Multiplex. Vanity Fair. A long feature on Digital Rights Management, file-sharing via Torrents. torrent-tracker Pirate Bay, and the entertainment industry.
TENERIFE, Canary Islands - A fast-thinking pilot with passengers in cahoots fooled a hijacker by braking hard upon landing, then accelerating to knock the man down. When he fell, flight attendants threw boiling water in his face, and about 10 people pounced on him, Spanish officials said Friday.
A champion paraglider described today her terror at being flung to a height greater than Mount Everest by a tornado-like thunderstorm in Australia.
Ewa Wisnerska, 35, was sucked so high that she blacked out and became encased in ice....
My brother sent this link. He's five years older, and I've always credited him for enabling my broad education -- far broader than a little girl alone would have gotten. Mad Magazine is right up there on my list of early influences, thanks to him.
So when he emailed this one ("You should blog this"), I was pleased to find the blogger was another little girl who'd grown up with Spy vs. Spy and Alfred E. Neuman.
From Alice Hill,
Mad Magazine played a big part in my childhood - it helped me form my weird sense of humor, and I just loved the whole thing. A guy name Doug Gilford has painstakingly scanned in every cover of Mad since the 1950’s...
Spy vs. Spy is a wordless black and white comic strip that has been published in Mad magazine since 1961. It was created by Cuban (editorial cartoonist) Antonio Prohías, who fled to the United States in 1960 (just days before Fidel Castro took over the Cuban free press).
The "Spy vs. Spy" cartoon was symbolic of the Cold War, and was Prohías's comment on the futility of armed escalation and détente. Under the Spy vs. Spy title panel, the words "BY PROHIAS" are spelled out in Morse code, which would be: -••• -•-- •--• •-• --- •••• •• •- •••.
Finally! I remember, as a kid, wondering what all that was about.
In 2001, NPR wrote about Prohias, who died in 1988. (The page fell out of its container -- you'll have to scoot to the right to read it.) They also include a six-panel slideshow of this January 1961 strip. I remember seeing it back then.
R.I.P. Eric von Schmidt, painter, musician, Dylan source
Eric von Schmidt, center, posed with Westport artist Howard Munce, left, and Mollie Donovan of the Westport Historical Society in September 2004 prior to the debut of an exhibit of his paintings from his “Giants of the Blues” series. Contributed photo at Westport Now. Click to enlarge.
“He did what a lot of people can’t do, which is pretty much live his life by his own rules." -- Caitlin von Schmidt
First heard this from Ric von Schmidt. he lives in Cambridge.
Ric's a blues guitar player.
I met him one day on the green pastures of Harvard University.
Westport Now, source of that link, delves into the life of its painter and musician. The Guardian, U.K., does a superb cultural obit, tracing Von Schmidt's musical life. A New York Times obit fills in the blanks for those who knew of him only from that intro off Dylan's first album:
Both Mr. von Schmidt and Mr. Dylan appeared at the 1965 Newport Folk Festival, at which Mr. Dylan shocked traditionalists with electric guitars.
In the early 1960s, Mr. Dylan had shown up at Mr. von Schmidt’s doorstep in Harvard Square in Cambridge. The two traded harmonica licks, drank red wine and played croquet. Before crashing on the couch, Mr. Dylan eagerly absorbed some of his host’s voluminous knowledge of music, including folk, country and the blues.
“I sang him a bunch of songs, and, with that spongelike mind of his, he remembered almost all of them when he got back to New York,” Mr. von Schmidt said in The Boston Globe.
A few months later, Mr. Dylan’s first album came out. Over the guitar introduction to “Baby, Let Me Follow You Down,” he told of meeting Mr. von Schmidt “in the green pastures of Harvard University.”
Mr. von Schmidt had taught the song to Mr. Dylan, and it became one of his standards after being included on his first album (“Bob Dylan,” 1962). Mr. von Schmidt did not write it; he had learned it from Geno Foreman, who in turn learned it from an old 78 record by Blind Boy Fuller.
In DC, we've had a gradual shift in music retail over the last few years. There are fewer indie shops selling CDs and a few new ones that focus mainly on vinyl. I've been combing the folk sections of these shops, mostly full of Weavers/Baez/Seeger et al, and once in a while I come across something unusual, like Eric Von Schmidt's 1969 album Who Knocked the Brains Out of the Sky? Hadn't heard his name before, but the blurb on the back by Bob Dylan was enough for me to give it a shot.
Turns out he was a major figure in the Cambridge folk scene of the late 50s and early 60s, and an influence on a young Dylan. And not a month after I started listening to his music, his name showed up on the obituary page...
Caitlin von Schmidt, Eric's daughter, found the post and leaves and appreciative comment. She doubts that the croquet story is true. The photo below is of Caitlin and her dad in the very early '60s.
Is this Lincoln? From Liz Donovan, "... someone bought an old dauguerrotype of a young Illinois man, and realized the man in the photo looked like Abraham Lincoln. He had it analyzed by experts: It seems to be Lincoln."
I don't know about that nose... It was more of a ski jump in 1848.
Play d'oh: If you're one of the lucky kids who's snowed in today, you'll want a game. SwapJob, which I blogged weeks ago, is ridiculously addictive. I'm still banging at it. So is my daughter.
Welcome To The Treasure Hunt sounds interesting, if you're snowed in for weeks. If you are, you might wish you had the next item.
Chipper: Microwave Potato Chip Maker It comes with a slicer to get the right thickness. Load them in the rack, zap for six minutes, you get hot chips. Japanese, of course.
You could probably figure out a way to do this without the gizmo, if you have a microwavable rack.
Nathan Bishop revisited; Speak up for good schools at meetings tonight, Thursday
Last week, my daughter and I attended a meeting about rebuilding the closed Nathan Bishop Middle School on Providence's East Side. A group -- the East Side Public Education Coalition -- had formed to revive it and, in concert with the mayor, were meeting with success.
Jo Lee wrote, :... have a heart. Acknowledging the hard work that went into this event would have been nice too."
She's right about this.
The mayor is smart and passionate talking about his education ideas, and that's exciting.
The substantial work the group has done speaks for itself. That's the news story.
I do know the work involved in such a grassroots effort, and thank you for it.
You have an important, good project, with powerful support. It should work.
Your group has been very skillful at working successfully within the system -- the hardest part for many community groups, who tend to be outsiders. You've resurrected a school that had been eliminated. That's wonderful, and you deserve our gratitude and admiration for that.
Maybe the group has grown to a point where the "managing up" that has revived Bishop can expand to organizing outward and downward to involve the rest of us.
I went to that meeting for my 4th grade grandson, and for his mom, who rents a floor of a triple-decker a few streets away from me. At the meeting, the difficulty of buying a home on the East Side for young families came up, but the army of renters weren't mentioned at all.
In our part of the Lesser East Side, between Hope and North Main near Pawtucket (where it was possible for teachers and journalists and public defenders and firefighters to buy a home until a few years ago) there are many, many three-deckers and renters. I rented for my first couple of decades here and so did everybody else I knew. Only rich people and old people owned homes on the East Side. That's still true.
These earlier buyers and current renters can't afford anywhere near the roughly $30k annual tuition at the neighborhood's private schools. Many would eagerly make signs, stick leaflets in doors so more people would know about these meetings, staff booths at the farmer's market at Hope High in summer -- all the small ways in which people feel a part of something larger and are, together, able to muster power they could not have alone.
Do you need anything from us besides political support? Several people asked, at different times during that meeting, "How can we help?", and the answers trended towards "Talk to your councilman."
It would help if you could have some better answers to that. Community organizing is about participation, giving volunteers a stake, a sense of ownership. Open airing of all the issues creates trust and forges a bond of shared purpose, and an enthusiasm for breaking through walls of inertia and bureaucracy.
One of the questions I didn't get to ask involved the decision, already made, to site the new school at the old school, deep in a quiet, leafy neighborhood near Elmgrove Avenue that felt overrun by rowdy teenagers.
There's something to be said for putting the new school near the middle-income people who will most use it, rather than in an enclave of half-million-dollar homes near Brown Stadium. The scarcity of large alternate sites was offered as a reason for building in the same place. But what about the vacant Sears building on North Main Street? Middle-school students don't drive, and perhaps teachers and staff could share the parking lot, owned by Miriam Hospital. Sale of the prime property which the vacant school now occupies should yield enough to develop another parcel. Has that been explored?
Given all the colleges (and Miriam) that have taken city properties off the tax rolls -- further burdening taxpaying parents -- shouldn't these institutions be stepping up to support public education in their vicinity? This wasn't mentioned at all in the money discussions.
I'm sorry to have slammed the efforts of good volunteers who've brought this project as far as they have. Maybe I'm just a jerk complaining that they don't do good meetings -- but not in the direction they suggest. This was too much like a corporate board meeting with an agenda to present, and less like the cranky, quirky give and take of a New England town meeting that airs it all.
I suspect that will change at future meetings, and that all questions will get some airing.
And I hope the good folks who've worked so hard to bring a middle school back to the East Side won't be discouraged by this whine from the cheap seats. We're on your side.
There are more meetings this week about the DeJong Company’s proposals for renovating and rebuilding the city’s schools. There's a meeting tonight at 6 p.m. at Bridgham Middle School Cafetorium, and another Thursday (Feb. 15) at 6 p.m. at Hope High School cafeteria. If you go to one, it's another chance to push for what you really want for your children.
Much more about this can be found at the ESPEC blog.
Dixie Chicks Grammy video; Free music: Tom Waits, Carole King; 100 alt-search engines
The Dixie Chicks swept their five Grammy categories last night -- best album, record and song, best country album and best country group performance. Crooks and Liars has the video of their performance of the song of they year, Not Ready to Make Nice. Joan Baez introduces them.
The Chicks' sweep brings some closure to the band's almost four-year battle with corporate radio, chronicled in the documentary Shut Up and Sing. Maybe it will also rekindle debate about Clear Channel Radio and free exchange of ideas in Big Media.
Owning over 1,220 radio and 39 TV stations, the solidly conservative Clear Channel was a leader in the assault against the Dixie Chicks, as part of an overall strategy to bolster support for Bush Administration policies....
And then checked out how Lubbock, Texas, felt about it all.
...Of course, Clear Channel isn't the only one: even more brazen was Cumulus Media, which owns 262 stations, and explicitly banned its 42 country stations from playing the Chicks...
Tonight, tomorrow: 'Will Paint for Food,' an art sale to feed the hungry
This is last-minute, but if you're out and about this weekend you might want to check out the food paintings and notecards at Shawn Kenney's Open Studio sale, tonight and tomorrow at Studio 108, 560 Mineral Spring Ave. in Pawtucket. A portion of the proceeds goes to Heifer International, Rhode Island Community Food Bank and Share Our Strength.
...Fast forward five months to Pawtucket Artists Open Studios, September 2006. Shawn invited us to visit his studio, and Ted and I were eager to see his artwork. Nestled in among the paintings and drawings I spied four small pieces, all 4-inch by 6-inch paintings on board. Each was of a food item, like the garlic in the painting ...(at right). Shawn does a painting every day — a warm-up before moving on to larger work in the studio.
I asked if the little food paintings were for sale, but Shawn already had promised them to the Providence Art Club's Little Pictures holiday show. "I'd love the garlic [painting in the photo above] for my kitchen," I told him, "if you ever change your mind."
Later that weekend Shawn emailed to say that yes, he would sell me the painting, but he'd had an idea. He'd like to donate a portion of the sale of all of his food paintings to organizations working towards hunger relief. Would I help him?
Hmmmmmm. Ninecooks has a long involvement in issues involving hunger and nutrition. I thought about it for a nanosecond, before agreeing to do whatever I could!
And that's how "Will Paint for Food" was born.
The food paintings sold like hotcakes at the Art Club exhibit, and we were able to make our first donation in December, just a couple of months after our first conversation about this project. The paintings spawned three collections of note cards and a limited edition print, and a portion of proceeds from the sale of all of these items will go towards hunger relief efforts locally and across the country...
Joe and I went to the Pawtucket Artists Holiday Sale, and I remember seeing a similar garlic painting there, too. Nice work.
The hours are 7 to 10 tonight and noon to 3 tomorrow. Shawn's "set designer," Peg Meade, offers suggestions of restaurants within a two-mile radius, should the food paintings make you hungry. Here's a map link, and her very Rhode Island directions (You know where the Lorraine Mills outlet is, don't you?):
We're on Mineral Spring Ave between Londsdale & Smithfield Aves, opposite Lorraine Fabrics. Best bet for parking is on the left side of the building, by the train tracks and the Big Fitness sign. You'll see us on the second floor overlooking the lot; follow the white holiday lights leading to the green double doors and, once inside, follow the signs one flight up.
Open studios are usually casual and fun -- you can have a glass of wine, look at food paintings and probably find some food for thought, too -- but if you can't make it the notecards are also sold on the Will Paint for Food site, in boxes of 12 for $20. Click the photo on the top of this item to go there.
Vote came before discussion at Nathan Bishop meeting; 80k+ animal sounds online; 'Sopranos' viral marketing
ESPEC, the East Side Public Education Coalition, drew more than 100 people last night to a meeting in the Martin Luther King elementary school cafeteria about reopening Nathan Bishop Middle School. On a frigid February weeknight, this was a near-miracle.
Advertised as lasting from 7 to 8:30, the meeting unfortunately didn't get around to the discussion we came for until after that ending time. Unfortunately, the agenda of the meeting seemed backwards.
The meeting began late, opened with congratulations to committees for work most of us had yet to see. Mayor Cicilline spoke, but we were reminded several times that questions to him could not be about Nathan Bishop, only about the citywide school initiative.
A speech followed that seemed to summarize a handout pamphlet, noting that a new Bishop would open with only a sixth grade the first year. Then a shorter speech reported that the committee had rejected several plans in favor of a traditional middle school in which advanced courses would be available to all students.
At 8:15. when people with babysitters were beginning to leave, Bill Bryan of Gilbane Construction showed slides of schools in New Haven, Boston, Lincoln, Westerly and elsewhere that the committee had visited, and liked, suggesting what Bishop might become.
As Bryan began what he described as a 50-slide presentation, it was clear this was running too late, people were tired. Although the handout suggested that it would be possible to open Bishop in the fall of 2008, Bryan said design and construction would take 2 1/2 to 3 years. At 8:35 we learned that our child, now in fourth grade at King, would be too old to go to Bishop if its sixth grade opened in fall 2009.
As seats began emptying and an organizer noted they were losing their audience, a call came for a hasty vote on whether to renovate Bishop or build a new school, before there had been time for questions and discussions about Bishop itself. Some posed questions about time and cost of each option during the show of hands.
The Journal's Linda Borg covered the event (Residents urge city to build new school), leaving herself just one hour to write before deadline in order to catch the discussion about Nathan Bishop that we actually came for, now taking place among a much smaller group close to 9 p.m.
This is my second time around for education meetings. Back in the '80s, when my daughter was in public schools, these meetings were packed with veterans of civil rights and antiwar organizations, and someone would have risen and pointed out that these working people had come at the end of a long day, leaving babysitters or older children to watch the little ones who might benefit someday from a new middle school. Let's get the discussion going so all can participate.
This didn't happen last night, as a polite group, mostly white despite the racially mixed population that uses the neighborhood's public schools, and entirely adult -- not a single child came or was dragged along -- sat it out until they slipped out.
Maybe it's years of blogging, the "bottom-up" ethic, the egalitarianism of the Web, but I didn't want to be a passive audience for speakers enlisting our support for their decisions. I would have preferred that the slides came first, interlaced with discussion about Nathan Bishop, about its best use, about renovation vs. new construction -- our concerns explored and questions answered.
The Mayor might have spoken at 8, explaining the budget considerations and the principles behind his push to improve all schools. There would have been no need for speeches by organizers -- they would have slipped their points into their answers to questions from parents and residents early on.
Those who had to leave would have left with nearly as much information as those who were still there at 9.
There will be more ESPEC meetings, and more meetings citywide on these school proposals. I hope organizers will be more respectful of the time of the working parents, busy people who carved out this time in their packed lives to come out on behalf of their children and their neighborhoods.
Don't waste their time with speeches. They came for answers. And to do that, they need to ask their questions early, without restrictions.
Community organizing is a conversation, a discussion, not a lecture.
For decades, the Cornell Lab of Ornithology has shared the remarkable sounds of birds and other animals with the public through audio guides featuring recordings hand-picked from the Macaulay Library of Natural Sounds' vast collection. Now anyone can explore the archive's holdings on his or her own. For the first time, more than 65,000 sound clips and some 18,000 video clips of birds and other animals are accessible for no charge at the Macaulay Library's Web site.
...Visitors to the Web site can listen to the "Best of Collection," such as a western diamondback rattlesnake responding to a potential threat or a satin bowerbird courting mates. They can also search the collection for any animal, whether it is a backyard bird, a killer whale from Antarctica or an insect from Malaysia. Video footage is available for some species.
With the stunning global success of Apple’s iPod music player and iTunes online music store, some have called for Apple to “open” the digital rights management (DRM) system that Apple uses to protect its music against theft, so that music purchased from iTunes can be played on digital devices purchased from other companies, and protected music purchased from other online music stores can play on iPods....
Imagine a world where every online store sells DRM-free music encoded in open licensable formats. In such a world, any player can play music purchased from any store, and any store can sell music which is playable on all players. This is clearly the best alternative for consumers, and Apple would embrace it in a heartbeat. If the big four music companies would license Apple their music without the requirement that it be protected with a DRM, we would switch to selling only DRM-free music on our iTunes store. Every iPod ever made will play this DRM-free music.
Why would the big four music companies agree to let Apple and others distribute their music without using DRM systems to protect it? The simplest answer is because DRMs haven’t worked, and may never work, to halt music piracy. Though the big four music companies require that all their music sold online be protected with DRMs, these same music companies continue to sell billions of CDs a year which contain completely unprotected music. That’s right! No DRM system was ever developed for the CD, so all the music distributed on CDs can be easily uploaded to the Internet, then (illegally) downloaded and played on any computer or player....
Well, yeah. At least he's trying to get us out of a failed policy. ESPEC Community Meeting Feb. 7th: From the blog, of this grassroots Providence group championing strong public schools:
EAST SIDE PUBLIC EDUCATION COALITION
Public Meeting
WEDNESDAY, FEB. 7TH
Martin Luther King Elementary School
35 Camp St. (between Olney & Doyle)
7:00 - 8:30 pm
Celebrate!
Planned reopening of Nathan Bishop Middle School
Hear!
Mayor Cicilline on Providence public education
Bill Bryan of Gilbane Construction on building options
Get Involved!
Help build a model school in our community
Learn how to advance public education city-wide
Please note: This meeting is not the same as, and not intended to replace, the city-sponsored meetings to discuss the DeJong plan for the City’s schools. While attendees at the four DeJong meetings are likely to come from the areas where the meetings are held, they are not about specific schools. The ESPEC meeting on the 7th focuses on Nathan Bishop. It is not city-sponsored, though we are grateful that the Mayor will join us to talk about the “bigger picture” of improving Providence schools.
(Disclosure: Our family has a kid in this fight.)
Imaginary worlds: Monster Brains is an art blog, son of surrealism and the fantastic. Some of it is dark, some not. Some samples, from a post pointing to a gallery by Nanahira Ai:
A. I’m not sure that it was the right thing to do. You might say removing Saddam from power was a right thing to do. Maybe it was, but was that necessarily then our responsibility to do that? And was it our responsibility to do that by invading a country that had in no way declared any war on us?
Q. You voted for the resolution to go to war.
A. I did, and I’m not happy about it. The resolution was a resolution that authorized the president to take that action if he deemed it necessary. Had I been more true to myself and the principles I believed in at the time, I would have openly opposed the whole adventure vocally and aggressively. I had a tough time reconciling doing that against the duties of majority leader in the House. I would have served myself and my party and my country better, though, had I done so.
...The only thing I remember about the interview was promising her that we wouldn't screw up her columns with clumsy, heavy-handed or skittish editing; we wouldn't rob her of her indomitable voice.
Her response: money wasn't important, and decent, well-intentioned editing she could live with; she just wanted her freedom to call things the way she saw them, with passion and fun, no cows sacred. ...
This followed two days after our founding editor, Will Swaim, resigned, along with music editor Chris Ziegler.
A farewell column will be in Thursday's Weekly, only because I made damn sure [Village Voice Media executive editor Michael] Lacey didn't know about it until it had gone to the printer...
I got a really great response from the Executive Assistant/Office Manager/Light Reception ad I ran on mediabistro.com. Many of you wrote me enthusiastic, ingenious and downright wonderful letters. I appreciate the hard work that went into those (you know who you are).
However, I'm sorry to say you didn't make it to the final short-list. Since I had the opportunity to read through over 200 cover letters and resumes, I thought it might be helpful for me to point out some do's and don'ts for future reference.
Speedbumps:The International Rules of Manhood at Babalu Blog. There are 28:
27: The girl who replies to the question "What do you want for Christmas?" with "If you loved me, you'd know what I want!" gets an Xbox. End of story.
In subsequent comments, a funny female rejoinder:
A typical macho man married a typical good-looking lady and, after the wedding, laid down the following rules:
I'll be home when I want, if I want, and at what time I want, and I don't expect any hassle from you.
I expect a great dinner to be on the table unless I tell you otherwise.
I'll go hunting, fishing, boozing, and card-playing when I want with my old buddies and don't you give me a hard time about it.
Those are my rules. Any comments?"
His new bride said, "No, that's fine with me. Just understand that there'll be sex here at seven o'clock every night, whether you're here or not."
Molly Ivins' funeral; Have we been conned about cholesterol?; Why shrinks' kids go bad; Optical illusion art; 'Apparently, God Hates The Bears'
AP photos
Friends of Molly Ivins clap along as Marcia Ball, below, sings Great Balls of Fire at her memorial service yesterday at the First United Methodist Church in Austin, Texas.
The Melancholy Ramblers play at Scholz Garten, where Molly's friends gathered for beer and barbecue after the service.
Molly Ivins' last party: From Austin bloggers who went to her memorial service:
ava: ..after Marcia Ball sang "Honky Tonk Angel" one more time for Molly we all filed over to schultz beer garden for a beer on her behalf.....
Texas Oasis ...We got to the Garten early and caught some rays before the crowd showed up from the church. Here's one group arriving banging pots and pans against the war. Very fitting. Usually I don't post this many pictures in a post, but I thought you might like to see them, all those who couldn't attend. The duct tape armbands say "W.W.M.D?" for What Would Molly Do?... or What Weapons of Mass Destruction?...
Robert (A Memorial Service With Unlimited Free Beer): When two potted Cherry Laurels died at her house and we had to replace them, she asked me not to throw away any of the soil because her mother's ashes were mixed in. I have mentioned this to her housemaid of 23 years and other family and associates and as far as I can tell, no one else knew this.
Turboville, Honky Tonk Angel: Her sendoff today was painfully bittersweet...I'm not sure how else to describe it. But judging from what all the friends and family who knew her best said today, it was clear that how she wrote and how she lived were synonymous.
Austin American-Stateman: One last party for Molly. More photos, tributes are here, too. (Bugmenot can get you through if you hit a registration wall.)
Heretic: Have we been conned about cholesterol? by Malcolm Kendrick, M.D, in London's Daily Mail. is an extract from his book, The Great Cholesterol Con, published Jan. 25 in the U.K. Here's a long excerpt from it, published the day before the book's publication:
...A leading researcher at Harvard Medical School has found that women don't benefit from taking statins at all, nor do men over 69 who haven't already had a heart attack.
There is a very faint benefit if you are a younger man who also hasn't had a heart attack - out of 50 men who take the drug for five years, one will benefit.
Nor is this the first study to suggest that fighting cholesterol with statins is bunk. Indeed, there are hundreds of doctors and researchers who agree that the cholesterol hypothesis itself is nonsense.
What their work shows, and what your doctor should be saying, is the following:
• A high diet, saturated or otherwise, does not affect blood cholesterol levels.
• High cholesterol levels don't cause heart disease.
• Statins do not protect against heart disease by lowering cholesterol - when they do work, they do so in another way.
• The protection provided by statins is so small as to be not worth bothering about for most people (and all women). The reality is that the benefits have been hyped beyond belief.
• Statins have many more unpleasant side effects than has been admitted, while experts in this area should be treated with healthy scepticism because they are almost universally paid large sums by statin manufacturers to sing loudly from their hymn sheet.
So how can I say saturated fat doesn't matter when everyone knows it is a killer? Could all those millions who have been putting skinless chicken and one per cent fat yoghurts into their trolleys really have been wasting their time?
The experts are so busy urging you to consume less fat and more statins that you are never warned about the contradictions and lack of evidence behind the cholesterol con.
In fact, what many major studies show is that as far as protecting your heart goes, cutting back on saturated fats makes no difference and, in fact, is more likely to do harm.
So how did fat and cholesterol get such a bad name? It all began about 100 years ago, when a researcher found feeding rabbits (vegetarians) a high cholesterol carnivore diet blocked their arteries with plaque....
The comments at the end of the story -- many from people who had suffered bad side effects from statins -- include this exchange:
Dear Mr. Kendrick:
Cardiovascular disease is the leading cause of death in the Western world. High blood cholesterol (and more specifically, high LDL cholesterol) is unquestionably a major risk factor for the development of this disease. In fact, the scientific consensus is crystal clear, high LDL kills. Lower your LDL and you decrease your risk of heart attack and stroke. The mountain of research is so strong showing that lowering LDL saves lives that the US government quickly came out and revised downward the LDL goals to reflect these latest findings. Furthermore, much of what you state regarding saturated fat, low LDL levels, and HDL cholesterol is completely and utterly false.
I am saddened by your article as it does a disservice to humankind by disseminating false information to millions of people that could very well jeopardize the lives of many of your readers should they choose to follow your advice.
--Dr. Janet Brill, USA
Author ofCholesterol Down (Crown, 2006)... Coral Gables, Fla.
The story's author steps in to reply:
I felt the need to respond to Janet Brill (It's Dr Kendrick by the way). I will respond only to one point, or else this e-mail will get far too long. The US Government did not revise the LDL guidelines downwards. The group that 'responded' were the National Cholesterol Education Panel (NCEP), part of the National Insitutes of Health (NIH). The NCEP had nine members on it. Only one had no connection with the pharamceutical industry. To quote the Washington Times on the matter. 'Of the nine members of the panel that wrote the guidelines, six had each received research grants, speaking honoraria or consulting fees from at least three and in some cases all five of the manufacturers of statins; only one had no financial links at all.' Not quite the US Government, I don't think.
As for your other comments. Please read the book when it comes out next week.
- Dr Malcolm Kendrick, Macclesfield UK
(Oddly, in the light of this "Mr. /Dr." exchange, it turns out that Janet Brill is not an M.D. but a PhD, describing herself at that book link at Amazon as "a registered and licensed dietitian/nutritionist, exercise physiologist, and certified wellness coach.")
Understandably, those who prescribe statins are alarmed. Dr Thomas Stuttaford, also in the London Times, writes, Keep taking the statins: If people at risk of strokes and heart attacks throw away their statins, many will die.
I claim no expertise and no experience. I do wonder, though, about the marketing of pharmaceuticals. Pharmaceutical ads dominate the prime time commercials. No wonder health insurance and drug costs are so high -- those 30-second commercials go for $200,000 to about $700,000. Powerful drugs are marketed like burgers, albeit with more deference to authority: "Ask your doctor if (our pill) is right for you." Suggested outcomes -- no matter what ails you -- are usually happy smiles and lovely landscapes.
Would they have to advertise a cancer drug that worked? Would they develop one if there was no money in it? So many companies and livelihoods depend on treating what ails us that actually curing what ails us would devastate the economy. The reluctance of the government to act on climate change might be a model for what we'd face if cancer could actually be cured.
Footnote: Oddly, there is another book with exactly the same title, The Great Cholesterol Con by Anthony Colpo. Amazon U.K. fends off confusion by offering the pair as a package.
"...The psychiatrists (teach their kids) what they are allowed to do and what they are not, what is acceptable and what is not-- but make no judgment on the kid himself. This is a disaster, because doing this denies the kid's identity, which is the whole purpose of childhood to begin with. Rules then exist in an invented framework, or worse, in a vacuum. There's no internalization of the rules; there's no superego. Just some arbitrary limits on id.
If you tell a kid that a behavior is unacceptable, the kid has learned nothing about himself; he's only learned that this one thing is something he can't do. The information is in a vacuum. But if you make the kid own it-- make the behavior part of his identity, then he has a chance to change his identity. Instead of learning it is unacceptable to take his brother's potato chips away, he can learn that he has a choice: to be the kind of person who takes chips, or the kind of person who doesn't. "
POSTGAME: Colts owner Jim Irsay takes about 10 seconds to mention the tornadoes in central Florida before going into full gloat mode. I guess that was nice of him. “There’s an awful lot of shining glory up here, even more than last time, but we’re giving it all to God,” he says. Tony Dungy then says he’s proud to be a Christian coach, and to show that he could win “the Lord’s way.”
Are you there, God? It’s me, tornado-ravaged central Florida. I know you’re busy and all, but when you’re finished helping out the Colts’ defense, do you think you could give us a hand over here? Thnx!
Ah well. Congratulations to the Colts; time for the Bears to go home and wonder why Jesus doesn’t love them.
There's a backstory at BigO, Singapore (of all places): Virtual War
When Neil Young performed at the Ryman Auditorium in Nashville on August 18-19, 2005, the show inspired Karen Barry Schwarz to review the show (A Prairie Wind Blows Through Nashville). When Neil Young challenged writers to write new anti-war songs about the war in Iraq, Karen responded. This is what she wrote:
"Neil Young wrote protest songs long ago that have since become icons of rock and roll (Ohio, Southern Man). He's still writing them today. And he thought, for a moment, he was one of the only ones. He was wrong.
"When Neil Young released his latest album, Living With War, he was quoted as saying that, well, he had been waiting for such a long time now for someone to write these songs and '...no one did, so I had to do it.' Hundreds of irked songwriters turned their pens on Neil, and wrote to let him know that, yes, indeed these songs were being written, but not necessarily heard. Radio stations don't play this kind of music anymore, and not many songwriters have the far-reaching voice power of Neil Young. Neil listened, and heard. He has responded with an innovative and ground-breaking page on his website, featuring Songs of the Times: Protest and topical songs from known and unknown artists alike, submissions wanted.
"Neil Young's Songs of the Times currently has more than 1,200 songs, with undoubtedly more to come. Many are available for free download. Like my song, Virtual War,which is at #33 this week."
The lyrics follow.
Friday tunes: Also at BigO for download this week...
The story is almost too funny to write about seriously. To advertise the Cartoon Network show "Aqua Teen Hunger Force," the network put up 38 blinking signs (kind of like Lite Brites) around the Boston area. The Boston police decided -- with absolutely no supporting evidence -- that these were bombs and shut down parts of the city.
Now the police look stupid, but they're trying really not hard not to act humiliated:
Governor Deval Patrick told the Associated Press: "It's a hoax -- and it's not funny."
Unfortunately, it is funny. What isn't funny is now the Boston government is trying to prosecute the artist and the network instead of owning up to their own stupidity. The police now claim that they were "hoax" explosive devices. I don't think you can claim they are hoax explosive devices unless they were intended to look like explosive devices, which merely a cursory look at any of them shows that they weren't.
But it's much easier to blame others than to admit that you were wrong...
Schneier also points out,
These blinking signs have been up for weeks in ten cities -- Boston, New York, Los Angeles, Chicago, Atlanta, Seattle, Portland, Austin, San Francisco, and Philadelphia -- and no one else has managed to panic so completely. Refuse to be terrorized, people!
"A post-9/11 world" is no excuse for a city's alleged grownups to act like ninnies. Get a grip and admit you jumped straight to the doomsday scenario without investigating more plausible explanations. It's not the kids' fault that Boston -- alone -- spent $750,000 to defuse cartoon characters that had been decorating ten cities for three weeks.
Doesn't anybody young work for Boston's public safety divisions?
She joined The New York Times in 1976, working first as a political reporter in New York and later as Rocky Mountain bureau chief.
But Ivins' use of salty language and her habit of going barefoot in the office were too much for the Times, said longtime friend Ben Sargent, editorial cartoonist with the Austin American-Statesman.
"She was just like a force of nature," Sargent said. "She was just always on and sharp and witty and funny and was one of a kind."
"Maybe this is false bravado," she said. "In some ways for me, this is like having a manageable disease. It's like diabetes. It doesn't mean it's not going to come get me in the end."
From her final column, dictated when she was too weak to write, Stand Up Against the Surge, January 11, 2007:
We are the people who run this country. We are the deciders. And every single day, every single one of us needs to step outside and take some action to help stop this war. Raise hell. Think of something to make the ridiculous look ridiculous. Make our troops know we're for them and trying to get them out of there.
Sheila Lennon
is features & interactive producer of projo.com, the Web site of The Providence (R.I.) Journal
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