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Thirty years ago today was the first day I laid out page 1 at the newspaper where I worked. I had been doing inside pages for months—selecting the stories, editing them as needed, and designing the page. But doing page 1 was special.

I got my other pages out of the way fast so I'd be able to put together a good front page. I would have been done about a half-hour early, but we were holding the page to await the story about whether the space shuttle Challenger would take off or not because of the weather. I had left space for a headline, a photo and the story at the top of the page. I even had the headlines written: "Challenger grounded" or "Challenger launches."

Then somebody came running into the newsroom from the advertising department: "The space shuttle exploded!"

In times like that, the Associated Press moves fragments of the stories in bursts: A first paragraph, then two or three additional paragraphs, then more. The page editor needs to move quickly and make sure the pieces are assembled in the right order. The story changes almost as quickly as it happens. The AP will move paragraphs to replace ones it already sent. History moves in fits and starts, in bits and pieces.

The editor—quite rightly—pulled me off the page 1 desk and moved in our most experienced page designer. I stood by and watched as he did a masterly layout job under immense deadline pressure. It wasn't until I went home and saw the TV news that I got an idea of just what it must have been to be watching the launch live.

Colorblind



My 90-year-old mother-in-law, who lives with Sherry and me, is in the living room watching reruns of The Lawrence Welk Show at about 98 decibels because her hearing is failing. Currently, a wholesome duo is singing about a "red, red robin" that is "bob-bob-bobbin'" along.

This same show was broadcast a week ago, too (lucky me), and ever since then, I've been puzzling about the song. Take, for instance, the "red, red robin." The robin is the first bird I learned to recognize as a preschooler, and lo, even these decades later, I am yet to see a red robin. They are a combination of a slate gray with dull orange feathers—not exactly standouts in the plumage department, like, say, the cardinal.

I don't understand how someone could write a song about a red robin. Maybe they meant cardinal: "When the red, red cardinal comes ard-ard-ardlin' along." For obvious reasons, those lyrics are problematic.

I also have never seen a robin "bob-bob-bobbin'" along. Now, if you've ever seen a goldfinch in flight, you've seen bob-bob-bobbin'. Maybe the song should have been "when the gold, gold goldfinch comes inch-inch-inchin' along." However, goldfinch in flight travel by yards, not inches. But a robin? They simply don't bob-bob-bob. They walk along the ground, tilt their heads to better hear insects, and the gobble the bugs up or take them back to their brood in the nest. They fly in short bursts of no particular distinction.

My point is that robins aren't red and they don't bob. A parent singing this song to an infant would really be messing with the kid's head. She or he would grow up not knowing what a robin looks like and not knowing what the phrase "bob-bob-bobbin'" means.

America's kids deserve better. Lawrence Welk should have known better. His callous disregard for our children's development is one of the reasons we need to make America great again.

The new planet has been named

Frank Zappa's theory of the universe: “Some scientists claim that hydrogen, because it is so plentiful, is the basic building block of the universe. I dispute that. I say there is more stupidity than hydrogen, and that is the basic building block of the universe.

With Frank Zappa's theory in mind, I am taking it on myself to name the just-discovered planet "Moronia"—and it seems citizens of that planet have worked their way into our field of presidential candidates. Talk about a birther controversy!

The beginning of the end



Tomorrow is going to be a strange, unsettling day, but it also will be a day full of anticipation for what's next. Monday is the start of the spring semester—and the start of my final semester as a full-time college writing teacher. The end of the semester will mark 15 years of helping students learn.

The thoughts of packing up my office, dealing with students for the final time, and working no more with respected colleagues is a sad one. That is offset, however, by the feeling I am being called elsewhere. I don't know where "elsewhere" is, but I'm reminding myself of what I tell students when they talk to me about their educational and career doubts:

"We are on a car ride. We are not driving the car. We cannot make it go faster or slower, nor can we steer it. We just need to trust the driver."

It's going to be an interesting ride.

40 years of Bowie (and my life)


The cover of Bowie's album Scary Monsters (and Super Creeps)

Although I’ve been listening to David Bowie’s music for more than 40 years, I didn’t think of the arc of his work when I heard he died. Nor did I think exclusively about the great music he made during those years. I also reminisced about specific times and specific people.
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Turned


annievought.com

Finding you in the mail, I’d smile.
I’d feel your glossy cover’s warmth and
Make reservations for a quiet night,
Setting aside time for inside stories.
I would open you and see the ink
Tattooed on your pale paper—
Photos, prose, occasional poems,
Timeless other worlds in print.
Now, the mailman brings you late, and
Months go by between editions.
I’m finding that I hardly notice.
When you arrive, your lines imply
You barely care if I am reading.
Unread copies stack on my desk.
Soon, you’ll send a message saying,
“Renew now at this one-time rate.”
I’ve closed the cover on those pages.
I’m letting my subscription lapse.




“A poem is never finished, only abandoned.” — Paul Valery, as paraphrased by W.H. Auden

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Louder, meaner, dumber, and ...

Several years ago, a friend and I were talking about how America had changed during our lifetimes. His choice of three adjectives nailed it, I thought: Louder, meaner, dumber. What words would you use?

Let's build a wall between us and Morocco



(They both begin with M and end with O)


Frank Zappa's theory of the universe: “Some scientists claim that hydrogen, because it is so plentiful, is the basic building block of the universe. I dispute that. I say there is more stupidity than hydrogen, and that is the basic building block of the universe."

On the local entertainment front

Scroll down until you find the picture of Ronald McDonald:
http://www.tralfmusichall.com

Terrorist recruiter says it's no big deal



Donald Trump, he of the "ready-fire-aim" school of political discourse, doesn't think it's a big deal at all that he appears in an Al Qaeda recruiting video: “What am I going to do? I have to say what I have to say.” It might help if he, um, thought first before speaking—but his troubles are all the media's fault, as this article notes at the end: (Ass-hattery)

Going, going ...

Yesterday I wrote a blog post, worked on a poem, and did all sorts of other things that having a few days off allows. I found myself thinking, "I could get used to this"—and then remembered that in another five months, I'll be able to.

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Last night Sherry and I watched the movie “Birdman,” which is unlike anything I’ve seen in a long, long time. It's a compelling character study with an attention-grabbing element of fantasy (or is it?). Michael Keaton and Edward Norton are at full power, Keaton especially, complemented by an excellent supporting cast.

Keaton plays an actor named Riggin who played a superhero, Birdman, in blockbuster movies. Riggin's career as a superhero has faded, though. Now he is financing, directing and starring in a Broadway adaptation he has written of a short story by the short-storywriter Raymond Carver.


One exchange between Keaton’s character and his emotionally estranged daughter, Sam, is central to the plot. It involves the drive to do important artistic work that people will remember. How many millions of artists, musicians, actors and writers have that drive? More than we'll ever know. The dialog between Riggin and Sam is sobering to those millions of artists who want their work to endure:

Riggan: Listen to me. I'm trying to do something important.
Sam: This is not important.
Riggan: It's important to me! All right? Maybe not to you, or your cynical friends whose only ambition is to go viral. But to me ... To me ... this is—God. This is my career, this is my chance to do some work that actually means something.
Sam: Means something to who? You had a career before the third comic book movie, before people began to forget who was inside the bird costume. You're doing a play based on a book that was written 60 years ago, for a thousand rich old white people whose only real concern is gonna be where they go to have their cake and coffee when it's over. And let's face it, Dad, it's not for the sake of art. It's because you want to feel relevant again. Well, there's a whole world out there where people fight to be relevant every day. And you act like it doesn't even exist! Things are happening in a place that you willfully ignore, a place that has already forgotten you. I mean, who the fuck are you? You hate bloggers. You make fun of Twitter. You don't even have a Facebook page. You're the one who doesn't exist. You're doing this because you're scared to death, like the rest of us, that you don't matter. And you know what? You're right. You don't. It's not important. You're not important. Get used to it.

Sometimes art—movies, books, poems, short stories—smacks those millions of artists upside the head and reminds them the concept of birthing enduring art is unreasonable. Learning to accept this is challenging. And sometimes, so is life. Sometimes the best artists can do is keep on keeping on and hoping for the proverbial lightning bolt to strike, even though the chances of the right thundercloud to pass are minuscule.

The left sidebar of this blog contains a series of quotations that one way or another are pertinent to my life. The second one is from the musician/performance artist Laurie Anderson. It's second from the top to serve as a reminder of what I'm doing here at the keyboard and what's happening—or more accurately, not happening—as a result:

I hate to say this, but not many people care what you do. They care about what you do as much as you care about what they do. Think about it. Just exactly that much. You are not the center of the universe.

Exactly.

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Al Qaeda loves ya', Donald



Donald Trump appears in a terrorist recruiting video? Say it ain't so, Donald—and then blame the liberal media, not your words, for this story:

(Damned liberal media)

How online newspapers played this is interesting. The Huffington Post had the on-screen equivalent of a banner headline in red. The New York Times played it as the second story in a single column at the left of the page. Fox News provided a link to the story in its mid-page two-column news digest, with the link appearing near the top of the second column in bold type. I had to scroll down a bit to find the story at the BBC and The Guardian websites. And I couldn't even find it on the Al Jazeera American website, although I looked for it for about five minutes.
The arrest of a Rochester man for planning an ISIS attack on New Year’s Eve is troubling on several levels.

The evidence against Emanuel Lutchman seems to indicate he posed a credible threat to patrons at a Rochester restaurant. Fox News reported, “Lutchman claimed to have been directed by a member of the terror group to attack the restaurant.” The Guardian reported Lutchman said, “I will take a life. I don’t have a problem with that.” Scary stuff. He’s not exactly the kind of guy you’d invite over for a New Year’s Eve drink.

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Big offer! Minuscule print!


CNN.com
By the time you finish reading the fine print, the show will be canceled

I have received a flier from DIRECTV encouraging me to take advantage of “a special offer not available to the general public!” (Exclamation point theirs.)

This flier made it into the bag at the pharmacy (CVS) when I visited there early today, but it really doesn’t matter. I’m feeling, like, unique because I’m not part of the “general public,” unlike—forgive me for being blunt, but—you. I'm special.

This offer will give me access to 145+ channels! (Exclamation point theirs). It will cost me, someone who is not part of the general public, $24.99 per month for 12 months. Plus additional fees. Also: SELECT Package. With 24-month agreement.**. Enrollment in Auto Bill Pay req’d. This package is not available for NFL offer.

The NFL offer, touted prominently on the front of the flier, is the 2015 NFL Sunday ticket included at no extra charge ONLY ON DIRECTV. Out of market games only. With CHOICE Package or above. 24-month agreement required.**

I love this football offer. I watch about 10 minutes of pro football every season, and this offer will give me many more games to choose from. Maybe I can divvy my viewing time into 3-minute blocks so I can see more games.

After decoding the fine print (or trying to) at the bottom of the front page, I turned the flier over and found two columns of type about 5 inches wide and an inch-and-a-half deep in type so small that reading it makes my head hurt. It’s even smaller than the fine print at the bottom of the front of the flier.

Now, even as someone who is not a member of the general public, I don’t have the patience for reading disclaimers that tell me, in essence, that the $24.99 per month figure is more or less a myth. The SELECT package, you see, is $50 per month, unless you’re not a member of the general public; for us, it’s discounted to $25 per month. I’d guess that’s an additional charge. The CHOICE package is $75 per month, discounted for lucky me to $36 per month. At least that’s what I think it says. I tried squinting and holding the flier at arm's length. No luck. As someone who knows a little about typography, I know it's difficult for the eye to track lines of type that are much wider than 2 inches wide, especially as the print gets smaller. Maybe "track lines" isn't the right phrase. "Hard to read" might work better. Small type strains the eye. It's difficult to tell where the next line starts. Some people might find this confusing. I'm certain, though, that it was just an oversight on the part of the firm that printed the flier.

Because I’m not a member of the general public, I guess I should be thankful I’m receiving this offer. In thinking about it, though, I believe I have more than 145 channels right now from the good folks (kaff kaff) at Time Warner, and even then, there’s rarely anything worth watching, except for the home shopping networks and programs about Alaska.

Unless DIRECTV provides me 145 channels that I’m not getting now, I’m going to pass on their offer. It’ll save me a headache from reading the print, even when I use a magnifying glass.

Too bad about the football, though.

Resolved

Cosby and cars

(Cosby charged)

Today's news that Bill Cosby has been charged with a felony sex crime dating to 2004 taints memories of Cosby that for me date much farther back than 11 years. You see, before Steppenwolf's "Born to be Wild" turned me on to rock music in the late 1960s, I collected Cosby albums.

I still remember parts of the title track of one of them, 200 Miles Per Hour (1968). In this routine, Cosby is driving what he calls a "foreign car" when he is stopped by Carroll Shelby, the man behind the famous Shelby Cobra race cars. Every 13-year-old guy I knew coveted a Shelby Cobra.

Shelby asks Cosby, "Whatchew doin' driving' one of them furrin' cars? Yer an American, ain'tcha?" and tells him he should be driving a Cobra. Then, "You and I will drive down the street doing 200 mph and loving it." The car comes equipped with a fire extinguisher, which Cosby thinks will come in handy to put out house fires when driving past them.

Being a budding motorhead, I played that album so often that I had it memorized (even though I may be off today on a bit of the wording). I also had in my collection Cosby albums like "To Russell, My Brother, Whom I Slept With" (1968), "Wonderfulness" (1966), and "I Started Out as a Child" (1964). I put a lot of paper route money into Cosby vinyl.

I wouldn't say Cosby was an idol, but his sense of humor helped convince me that I should try to be a funny guy, too. And his humor was strictly G-rated—at least the stuff I heard.

Today may be the first criminal-charge domino to fall for Cosby. With each allegation against him of sex crimes against women, I shake my head in anger—anger at the possibility that he may be guilty of who knows how many crimes, and anger at how he has slimed some of my early teen memories. The alleged crimes, of course, are far more serious than the way I feel—but this doesn't make my reaction any less legitimate.

Sound familiar?


"The whole aim of practical politics is to keep the populace alarmed (and hence clamorous to be led to safety) by menacing it with an endless series of hobgoblins, all of them imaginary."
— H.L. Mencken, journalist, satirist, and cultural critic (1880-1956)

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Parlez-vous stupide?


Trump announces new campaign slogan: "Who knew?"

Republican ready-fire-aim cannon-mouth presidential front-runner Donald Trump got tough again about borders at a campaign rally last night in New Hampshire.

As reported by the evil liberal newspaper The New York Times today, Trump once again proved his penchant for ignoring details when, speaking to the crowd, he gave the wrong date for the New Hampshire primary. Details, details …

Later—perhaps to smoke-screen his gaffe—he trotted out one of his favorite memes for the Trumpaholics: “And you know, we’re gonna build a wall. We’re gonna have a real border.”

As you know, New Hampshire shares a border with Canada—specifically, the province of Quebec. The border is 58 miles long. Clearly, a wall is needed along this border to prevent les Quebecois from entering the United States illegally. The government of Canada is completely outsmarting the Obama administration, you see, when they allow people from Quebec to cross the border. They’re not sending their best people. No, they’re sending French-speaking hockey fans from Trois-Rivieres, miners from Abitibi-Témiscamingue, lumberjacks from Saint-Romuaud, and snooty waiters from Montreal.

Let's build a wall now before French becomes the dominant language in Concord.

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Wish I'd Said It

Nota bene: “Fear has governed my life, if I think about it. ... I always feel like I’m not good enough for some reason. I wish that wasn’t the case, but left to my own devices, that voice starts speaking up.” – Trent Reznor

“I hate to say this, but not many people care what you do. They care about what you do as much as you care about what they do. Think about it. Just exactly that much. You are not the center of the universe.” — Laurie Anderson

"The path's not yours till you've gone it alone a time." – William Carlos Williams

“Filling this empty space constitutes my identity.” – Twyla Tharp

"My definition of peace is having no noise in my head." – Eric Clapton

"The wreckage of the sky serves to confirm us in delicious error." – John Ashbery

"We are all here by the grace of the big bang. We are all literally the stuff of the stars." – Dwight Owsley

"For my part, I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of stars makes me dream." – Vincent van Gogh

"It is only with the heart that one can see right; what is essential is invisible to the eye." — Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

"Forget about being a perfectionist, because entropy always wins out in the end." – Darren Kaufman.

"Impermanence. Impermanence. Impermanence." – Garry Shandling

"Fame is a vapor; popularity an accident; the only earthly certainty is oblivion." – Mark Twain

"There is no realm wherein we have the truth." – Gordon Lish

"Actual life is full of false clues and sign-posts that lead nowhere." – E.M. Forster

“Some scientists claim that hydrogen, because it is so plentiful, is the basic building block of the universe. I dispute that. I say there is more stupidity than hydrogen, and that is the basic building block of the universe." – Frank Zappa

“I try to leave out the parts that readers tend to skip.” – Elmore Leonard

“The secret of being a bore is to tell everything.” – Voltaire

• Journal title and subtitle: Ian Hunter, “Man Overboard”

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