Monday, August 31, 2009

The unforgiving minute

And if students wore Nike shirts, would this improperly associate the school with controversial theories like gravity?

T-shirts worn by members of the Smith-Cotton High School band have been recalled by the school district because they contained images of evolution. The t-shirts featured an image of a monkey holding a brass instrument and progressing through various stages of evolution until eventually becoming a human. “I was disappointed with the image on the shirt,” said Sherry Melby, a band parent who teaches in the district. “I don’t think evolution should be associated with our school.”

I think we can put your fears to rest on that one, Ms. Melby.

Minute's up.

The LO/KPOJ "Lost Limerick Challenge"

This morning's Oregon news limericks, as written by me, read by quizmaster TJ of Loaded Orygun, and answered (usually) by Carl, Christine,and Paul on the KPOJ 620AM Morning Show, are posted at LO.

This was an unusually difficult week for rhyming in Oregon news, so after TJ got his allotment of fugacious ephemera for his radio gig, there wasn't much left for this post. "Religion" in particular was a particularly nasty rhyme--for the purist, there's really only "smidgeon" and "pigeon" to work with. (Tom Lehrer manages to work in all three, but in fairness, he wasn't required to make his rhymes have anything to do with the Oregon state legislature--which is fortunate, given the general direction of the song.) I experimented with dropped consonants (e.g. "bridgin'), but finally settled for what we might generously call fanciful pronunciations. (TJ managed it like the trouper he is.)

So instead, I'm offering a different challenge this week: The third limerick read on-air refers to international food giant Nestlé and its plans to build a 100 million gallon/year bottling plant feeding off spring water near Cascade Locks, which they would sell back to us under their Arrowhead and Pure Life brands. (The spring is currently used by a state-run salmon and steelhead hatchery.)

It seems to me that, if Nestlé aims to make Oregonians pay to drink our own water, they might at least consider marketing it to us with Oregon-themed brand names. I have some modest examples here:

  • Coos Bay Cooler

  • Drain Overflow

  • Diet Sodaville

  • Downstream from Antelope

  • Eau de Willamette

  • Brownsville

I invite your contributions to the list.

Unexpected news: Murdoch opposes public option, calls it "chilling"

Well, maybe it's a little unexpected: The Murdoch in question is James, currently Chairman and CEO of the Murdoch media empire's European and Asian branches, not his father Rupert.

And the public option he opposes has to do with media ownership in the UK, not health care insurance.

James Murdoch tonight launched a scathing attack on the BBC, describing the corporation's size and ambitions as "chilling" and accusing it of mounting a "land grab" in a beleaguered media market.[…]

[H]is most withering comments were reserved for the BBC. "The corporation is incapable of distinguishing between what is good for it, and what is good for the country," he clamed. "Funded by a hypothecated tax, the BBC feels empowered to offer something for everyone, even in areas well served by the market. The scope of its activities and ambitions is chilling."

He described the BBC's purchase of the travel guide publisher Lonely Planet as a "particularly egregious example of the expansion of the state" and compared government intervention in broadcasting with failed attempts to manipulate the international banana market in the 1950s.

Murdoch added that the BBC's news operation was "throttling" the market, preventing its competitors from launching or expanding their own services, particularly online. News International, the News Corp subsidiary that owns the company's British newspapers, including the Sun and the Times, is currently considering introducing charges for all its websites.

"Dumping free, state-sponsored news on the market makes it incredibly difficult for journalism to flourish on the internet. Yet it is essential for the future of independent journalism that a fair price can be charged for news to people who value it," he said.

He added: "We seem to have decided to let independence and plurality wither. To let the BBC throttle the news market, and get bigger to compensate."

By defending "independent journalism," I naturally assume Murdoch the Younger is referring to the fact that the BBC, unlike the Murdoch-owned tabloid The Sun in the UK, is stifling competition by declining to include page three girls among its programming.

Sunday, August 30, 2009

Offense enough to go around

Dick Cheney is unhappy.

He told the reliably-safe Chris Wallace of Fox News that the idea of anyone investigating the use of torture by the Bush administration "offends the hell out of me."

He's also rankled that those who favor such an investigation clearly aren't sufficiently grateful for Bush and Cheney's "track record now of eight years defending the nation against any further mass casualty attacks from Al Qaeda," as if the first mass casualty attack from Al Qaeda, against which they defended so poorly, was a mulligan.

I feel Mr. Cheney's pain.

Me, I'm offended as hell that he's not living out the remainder of his life in a cell in The Hague, while back home his name is being taught to school children along with other disgraced names from our history like Benedict Arnold, as a lesson for generations to come.

So, you know, I guess it's not a perfect world for any of us.

Sunday morning toons: Special "Isn't It Lovely?" edition

A liberal icon is dead--and come to think of it, health care reform itself isn't looking so good either. Let's dive into Daryl Cagle's toon round-up for this week.

p3 Picks of the Week: Mike Luckovich, Pat Bagley, R. J. Matson, Bob Englehart, David Fitzsimmons, Jimmy Margulies, Steve Sack, Adam Zyglis, and Jeff Stahler.

p3 Award for Best Adaptation from Another Medium: Patrick Chappatte (Non-liberal arts majors can click here.)

Ted Kennedy's death was marked by Taylor Jones, Ed Stein, Eric Allie, Mike Keefe, and John Trevor (among others).

p3 World Toon Review: Stephane Peray (Thailand), Guy Badeaux (Canada), Christo Komarnitski, (Bulgaria) and Werner Wejp-Olsen (Denmark).


Will there be a hot time in the old town tonight? Ann Telnaes thinks maybe so,


Change is in the air, but Mike Doonesbury has found his anchor.


This is not your parents' New Yorker: No upper west side couples gazing across the table at a little bistro. No tweedy academics sharing their trendy angst in the faculty lounge. And definitely no whimsical, Thurberesque tributes to sexual repression. The New Yorker cartoon caption contest is in a place all its own.


Portland homeboy Jack Ohman notes the presence of an empty chair. (And speaking of caption contests: Ohman regularly features one at his Oregonian blog.)


Isn't that lovely? Mmm?As the story goes, Warner Bros animator Chuck Jones decided that Yosemite Sam had become a little too easy for Bugs Bunny to get the best of, so Jones went in the other direction, replacing the loud, boastful, but foolish Sam with the polite, soft-spoken, and casually destructive Marvin the Martian. (Although he wasn't named Marvin, or anything else, until years after his first screen appearance, when they needed to give the character a name for merchandising purposes. In this story, he's simply referred to as "Commander, Flying Saucer X-2.") From 1952, directed by Chuck Jones, here's Marvin's second theatrical outing: "The Hasty Hare."



(By the way: The opening music is the main theme from musical director Carl Stalling's Anxiety Montage. And for those keeping count, this is Marvin's second p3 appearance.)

p3 Bonus Toon: Jesse Springer notes that, for some newcomers to Oregon, there may be a temporary period of cultural adjustment (click to enlarge):




And finally, check out Slate's political cartoon for today.

Saturday, August 29, 2009

Friday, August 28, 2009

Health care reform brings us another "Separated at Birth"

Senate Minority Leader Mitch McConnell takes a page from former President Bush's playbook:

Senate Republicans may have found a way to keep public health care meetings at home from getting out of control: keep the public out.

On Monday, Senate Minority Leader Mitch McConnell (R-Ky.), Sen. Kit Bond (R-Mo.) and Sen. John McCain (R-Ariz.) will host a "Health Care Reform Forum" at Children's Mercy Hospital in Kansas City, Missouri.

"No, it's not open to the public," Jessica Salazar, who does media relations for Children's Mercy Hospital and Clinics, told HuffPost. The meeting, she said, will be attended by 75 invited guests.

It is, however, open to the press, she said.

Let's tally it up:

  • The weaselly character: Check

  • The "what's in it for me" Republicanism: Check

  • The conspicuous comb-over: Check

  • The lipless, chinless smirk: Check

  • The abject horror of confronting those back on the home front: Check

  • The connection to the early 19th century frontier (Louisville KY and Fort Wayne IN, respectively): Check

Yes, it's official: Sen. Mitch "The Weasel" McConnell and Maj. Frank "Ferret Face" Burns are Separated at Birth. (Full posts here.)




(Hat tip to Jason.)

(Image sources: McConnell, Burns.)

Oration at the funeral of Senator Edward M. Kennedy (subject to approval by the GOP)

[Rush Limbaugh has declared, somewhat improbably, that Ted Kennedy "started the age of hate" in America. And various right-wing talkers have warned that anyone to the left of them must not improperly attempt to turn Kennedy's death into any sort of political event.

Hm. So it's the funeral of a popular and storied political leader, but his supporters are not supposed to "politicize" it. Seems to me there must be some sort of precedent for a situation like this. . . .

Conservatives have never handled irony very well; perhaps obituary remarks such as this modest example might slip under their radar. And it's a reminder that there is at least one instance on record in which this sort of thing did work.]


Friends, members of the family, distinguished guests, my fellow Americans:

(Can you all hear me? Yes? Thank you.)

I've come to bury Senator Edward Kennedy today, not to risk political controversy by praising his life and works.

We live in a tabloid world, where the sins of celebrities are endlessly recirculated, while whatever good they've done quickly becomes yesterday's news. If that's so, then let it be the case with Senator Kennedy, too. Because Rush Limbaugh has told you Senator Kennedy started the age of hate in America. And if that's true, it's a terrible thing, and certainly Senator Kennedy has paid the price for it.

And so it is under the watchful eye of Rush and the other leaders of the right--for Rush is an honorable man; so are they all, all honorable men--that I have come to speak at Senator Kennedy's funeral.

Flawed as he was, Senator Kennedy exemplified a sense of civic responsibility that scarcely exists anymore among the privileged class. But Rush Limbaugh says he started the age of hate; and Rush is an honorable man.

He worked tirelessly to help the oldest and most vulnerable among us to live a life of reasonable comfort and dignity. Was this more of Senator Kennedy's hate?

When the poor sought a decent wage for a day's labor, Senator Kennedy stood with them. If that's hate, it's a very peculiar kind. Yet Rush Limbaugh says he started the age of hate. And Rush is an honorable man.

When his presidential campaign failed, he didn't go into sulking retreat from public life; he accepted the voters' judgment, continuing his work in the Senate on behalf of the poor, the sick, and the marginalized, for three more decades. Was this more proof of Senator Kennedy's hate? Rush Limbaugh says it was. And Rush is--say it with me--an honorable man.

I'm not here to argue with Rush Limbaugh and his minions. But I am here to say what I do know.

Ted Kennedy was the final avatar of an era when, however imperfectly, government could inspire Americans to look for what was best within themselves and their country. Why should we pretend now that his life--and his death--have no political meaning?

Look at where we are today: Angry and confused voters stampede town halls, their heads filled with misinformation and unreason--at whose instigation? And to whose benefit?

It's as if a part of what was good in us all died with Senator Kennedy, and now we must find a way to get it back, if we can.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

The unforgiving minute

Curse you, Senator Edward M. Kennedy! Even though you're dead, you continue to thwart the good intentions of those bipartisanship-loving, reform-minded congressional Republicans:

The Associated Press and The Washington Post repeated the Republican claim that Sen. Ted Kennedy's absence from the health care debate prevented lawmakers from reaching a bipartisan compromise and that had Kennedy been present, agreement on health care reform would have been more likely.

Is there no limit, Sir, even in death, to your willingness to work against the very cause to which you dedicated the last four decades of your life?

Minute's up.

Wake for Teddy at Portland Drinking Liberally tonight

This week I'll be subbing for James as DL host, and I'm declaring tonight to be a proper wake for Sen. Edward M. Kennedy, who died Tuesday of brain cancer at age 77.

Bring your best story about Kennedy, your best impersonation, your best speech excerpt, your best theory on where this leaves the ongoing health care debates, or your best Irish tenor.

Portland Drinking Liberally meets at the Lucky Lab Brew Hall at 19th and NW Quimby (map), tonight at 7pm. (DL-PDX meets the 2nd and 4th Thursdays of every month. Go here to join Portland's mailing list.)


Here's the schedule for other DL chapters in Oregon (and Vancouver WA):

Portland Metro-West:

Second Wednesday of every month, 7:00pm, at Ringo's, 12300 SW Broadway St, (just east of Hall Blvd), in Beaverton.

Join the Portland Metro-West email list.


Salem:

Third Thursday of each month, 7:00 pm, at Browns Towne Lounge, 189 Liberty St NE # 112 (Old Sportstop next to Read Opera House)

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St. Helens:

Second Wednesday of each month, 6:30 pm, at the Klondike Restaurant PATIO, 71 Cowlitz Street (We'll meet IN the restaurant if too cold outside.)

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Corvallis:

Currently on summer hiatus.

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Vancouver:

Second and fourth Tuesdays, 7pm, at the Back Alley Bar and Grill
6503 E. Mill Plain Blvd.(West of Andresen, in a strip mall 1/2 block west of Safeway on the south side of Mill Plain. It's deep in the lot.)

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(To find the DL chapter near you--there are over 300 hundred of them in the US--go here.)

And if you appreciate Living Liberally promoting progressive action through social interaction--including keeping the whole Drinking Liberally network up and running--consider sending them a little love via Tipping Liberally.

So wherever you are, join the Drinking Liberally folks for drinks and political conversation.

And remember: DL encourages everyone to drink, and vote, responsibly.

(Cross-posted at Loaded Orygun.)

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Damn. EMK: 1932-2009

August 25, 2008--one year ago today:
For me this is a season of hope -- new hope for a justice and fair prosperity for the many, and not just for the few -- new hope.

And this is the cause of my life -- new hope that we will break the old gridlock and guarantee that every American -- north, south, east, west, young, old -- will have decent, quality health care as a fundamental right and not a privilege.




He didn't live to see it happen. Of course, at this point, I think we could be forgiven for wondering if any of us will--but certainly we wouldn't even be this close to realizing our right to health care if it weren't for his unstinting labor on behalf of this issue.

The lion sleeps tonight.

Monday, August 24, 2009

The LO/KPOJ "Lost Limerick Challenge"

This morning's Oregon news limericks, as written by me, read by quizmaster TJ of Loaded Orygun, and answered (usually) by Carl and Paul (Christine is on leave this week) on the KPOJ 620AM Morning Show, are posted at LO.

And once again we ended up with an extra, outdoorsy limerick that didn't make it on the air--an embarrassment of riches, one might say--so you can play along at home. Fill in the blank with the word or phrase from this week's Oregon news:

Our beaches, our trails, and our trees
And our hikes in the soft summer breeze,
All depend the Lottery,
Whose forecast is totter-y--
We may have to increase __________ .

(Answer in the Comments below, or in this week's Spanning the State.)

The symptom, not the disease

It's amusing, and somewhat gratifying to watch advertisers jump ship on the Glenn Beck show. Props to colorofchange.org for getting 33 Fox advertisers to cut their ties to the weeping madman, including WalMart, Clorox, CVS Caremark, and Sprint.

But it's only somewhat gratifying, since many of the advertisers, like CVS Caremark, haven't stopped advertising on Fox, just on Beck. That means the boycotters are only dealing with the symptom. A particularly ugly and malignant symptom, but a symptom nonetheless.

And a symptom who will probably be reaching for the mantle of martyrdom as he returns to his show today after an ill-explained week hiatus.

Meanwhile, the disease continues to rake in advertiser dollars.

If Glenn Beck did not exist, it would be necessary for Rupert Murdoch to invent him.

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Sunday morning toons: Special "Death enters 'the hard way'" edition

The topics at Daryl Cagle's toon round-up this week include (surprise!) health care reform, Tom Delay venturing where Tucker Carlson should have feared to tread, and the parole of the Flight 103 bomber. Outside the US, where they settled the whole health care to their advantage generations ago, and wonder what the hell our problem is, some toonists noticed that democracy in Afghanistan didn't look quite like it was supposed to from the travel brochures.
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p3 Picks of the Week: Mike Luckovich, Pat Bradley, Mike Keefe, Bob Englehart, John Darkow, Jimmy Margulies, Steve Sack, Michael Ramirez, Henry Payne, and John Cole.

p3 Best in Show: Dave Fitzsimmons.

p3 Croix de Guerre (with feathers): Monte Wolverton.

p3 Legion of Honor: John Darkow,

p3 World Toon Review: Patrick Chappatte (Switzerland), Stephane Peray (Thailand), Tayo Fatunla, (West Africa) and Cameron Cardow (Canada)--explanatory reference here.


Ann Telnaes examines two somewhat related health issues faced by many health care reform opponents at town hall meetings.

Oh, what the hell--let's make it a Telnaes Three-fer! Celebrate!


p3 Guest Toon: Perhaps in homage to R. Crumb's 1971 "Mr. Natural Does the Dishes" (a framed of copy of which hangs in my kitchen), The K Chronicles brings us some words of wisdom from Fargas the Filthy Freakin' Fork.


You may recall that last week we discussed the opening volleys of a confrontation triggered by Financial Time's Naill Ferguson's comparison of Barack Obama to Felix the Cat--the point of comparisons being that both were black, and both were lucky. Vanity Fair's James Wolcott and NYTimes' Paul Krugman took exception, but the definitive dissection--vivisection is probably closer to the mark--of Ferguson's piece was performed by The Atlantic's James Fallows. Warning: You'll never think of Jackie Chan--or Pluto--the same way again.


Portland homeboy Jack Ohman records that moment when "public health care" meets "end-of-life counseling sessions." (Note that, in true Bergman style, Death enters the frame "the hard way," right-to-left.)

Wagna Cum Laude, naturally. My sister and her husband have adopted a rescued Sheltie named Caesar. In a slightly-awkward turn of events, the dog was well-trained in AKC silent hand-signals--but my sister wasn't, There are a surprising number of video resources online about AKC hand signals--all of which assume that you know the signals, but the dog doesn't. But there's not much in the way of help to be found if it's the other way around. In honor of the successful muddling-through by all parties involved, here is the story of a dog who adopted a pet boy. From 1959, directed by Jay Ward and voiced by Bill (Bullwinkle and Dudley Do-Right) Scott and Walter Tetley respectively, this is the secret origin of Peabody and Sherman:




p3 Bonus Tooner Jesse Springer has disappeared this week, as he is sometimes wont to do. We all hope and expect he'll turn up shortly.

And finally, check out Slate's political cartoon for today.

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Reading: "Why wouldn't they try to do the same to President Obama?"

Jamison Foser at Media Matters for America points out a very sad truth about both our deeply unserious political media and the erstwhile Party of Lincoln:

President Clinton's opponents accomplished three things with their nasty and false claims that he was a drug-running murderer: They angered and energized millions of Americans who didn't like Clinton, created doubt and confusion among millions more, and hijacked control of the national dialogue (due in large part to the media's inability to resist shiny objects and their weakness at making clear what is true and what is false.) Why wouldn't they try to do the same to President Obama?

And the barrage of health care lies, and accompanying mass confusion about the most basic facts? MSNBC has spent much of the past week, if not longer, expressing shock at the lies and their effectiveness.

Actual, responsible reporting on serious attempts to use government to solve our nations problems is just too much work all around. Better to treat governing as Thunderdome and cover it as such.

Foser's piece is going on the Readings list in the sidebar.

Saturday tunes: With a thousand smiles

Sheryl Crow and Eric Clapton (with David Sanborn on tenor sax with a solo that takes things to a whole 'nother level) cover Jimi Hendrix's "Little Wing."


Great opening sentences: Bay State edition

(Update 11/11/11: "Part the Third" link is fixed.)

Here are two topics we haven't mentioned much around here for a while: Charlie Pierce and great opening sentences (for example, here, here, here, here, and here--and, of course, here and here. Oh, for pity's sake--life's too short. Just go here.)

I'm happy to report that we have an item this morning combining both. Scroll down to Part the Third, in which Pierce celebrates "the best opening line of any novel ever written about Massachusetts, Moby Dick included."

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

The death of a gimmick

If posing as a "maverick" won't get him the presidency--and, apparently, it won't--why bother?

He ran for president last year as a “maverick” Republican and had a high-profile meeting with Barack Obama after the election, but Arizona Sen. John McCain has been a staunch Republican vote since failing to win the White House.

In fact, McCain is siding with his party this year on closely divided votes with greater frequency than at any other period in his 23-year Senate career, according to a CQ analysis of Senate votes. […]

McCain’s year-to-date 2009 party unity score is the 14th highest among the 40 Republican senators. It’s even higher than that of the Senate’s top two Republicans, Minority Leader Mitch McConnell of Kentucky (94.0 percent) and Minority Whip Jon Kyl , also of Arizona (94.5 percent).

McCain has participated in 196 of 199 Senate party unity votes, siding with the majority Republican position on all but nine of those votes. Like most Republicans, McCain voted “no” on the economic stimulus law and on Obama’s nomination of Sonia Sotomayor to the Supreme Court. […]

In 2001, the year after he lost the Republican presidential nomination to George W. Bush , McCain’s 67 percent party unity score was among the lowest in the Senate GOP Conference.

Funny, isn't it, how his "party unity score" was at its lowest after losing to Bush, and at its highest after losing to Obama? One might almost think it was more about being a sore loser than about principle.

Does the Obama administration know where it's going?

If we were being generous, we'd say the White House has a messaging problem.

The administration spent last weekend seeming to prepare us for the end of the public option. They walked that back a little the following day, but yesterday they professed astonishment that a public option is actually as important to voters as the polls have been showing for months (one anonymous staffer wrote these people off as "the left of the left;").

Now the White House is signaling that they may finally abandon the chimera of bipartisanship in pushing through health care reform. That's good news--if they're still saying that tomorrow.

Congressional Republicans have made it abundantly, pellucidly clear: They have no intention of voting for anything that could, by any stretch, be called health care reform, no matter how much it is neutered to accommodate the moving target of conservative objections. For some Republicans (and Blue Dogs) the reason is simply that they are doing the bidding of their corporate sponsors (in a more honest world, they would wear corporate logos on their jackets, like NASCAR drivers). For the rest, it is simply their compulsion to confound Obama and all his works.

But the point is that this has been obvious, going back through every major congressional vote since Obama took his hand off the Bible last January. I'm pleased that the White House has finally recognized this, and is ready to make use of its majorities in both chambers.

But I'm amazed that it's taken this long for that insight to register.

And I'm worried that they'll be headed some other direction by Friday.

Monday, August 17, 2009

The unforgiving minute

What Digby said.

Minute's up.

Tribute: The 50th Anniversary of "Kind of Blue"

I grew up with a piano in my house, a big old black upright, made by the Monarch Piano Company. The tag inside the case said it was finished on my birthday (albeit in 1929), which might have been a sign. It was a tank, and I loved it. By age 5, I was picking out "Silent Night" in two-part harmony. By the time I started taking formal piano lessons a year or two later, it was a dreadful grind, because I had to stop playing songs I knew, and go back to playing scales and fingering exercises.

That phase eventually passed, and I continued my lessons for a few more years until my teacher retired (I choose to think that had nothing to do with all those years of teaching me). From then on, I learned some music from sheet, but mostly I did it "by ear," as the saying goes. Somewhere along in here I figured out that I had perfect pitch and perfect relative pitch. That helped. At least, in later life, it was good for winning bar bets.

I didn't have the vocabulary at the time to explain it, but structural concepts like "twelve-bar blues," "32-bar song," "ice-cream changes," and so on soon came to me as intuitively as multiplication tables (and, as I figured out much later, for approximately the same reason).

By the time I helped form our dreadfully earnest high school garage band (like Mystik Spiral, we were always thinking about changing our name), I was playing bass. To play rhythm guitar, all you had to do was learn to follow chord charts, but to play bass you needed to understand more about the architecture that was holding the song together.

Eventually, as an undergrad, I took a couple of music theory courses, if only to have a vocabulary to explain what I already knew. Today, I confess my chops aren't what they once were, and I can sight-read music about as well as I can sight-read Latin. But if you sat me down with any of several instruments and told me to fake it with the rest of the band, the odds would be strongly in my favor. (A couple of years ago at friends' 25th anniversary party, at a 30-year-old Wurlitzer electric, I led the pick-up band in "What'd I Say?"--which, strictly speaking, I'd never played before. We weren't magnificent, but we were good enough that the city police came by to offer their appreciation. So I figure my chops aren't gone completely, baby.) Musical styles change, but the brain's wiring doesn't.

Now let's talk about Miles Davis.

Today is the fiftieth anniversary of the release of Kind of Blue, judged by many as the best jazz album ever. (In fairness, I should mention that Lisa Simpson famously considers Davis' "Birth of the Cool" as her favorite album.)

(I came a little late to the game in jazz, so I'm indebted here to a good article by Fred Kalpan in this morning's Slate. )

On March 2, 1959, when its first tracks were laid down at Columbia Records' 30th Street Studio (the album would be released on Aug. 17), Charlie Parker, the exemplar of modern jazz, the greatest alto saxophonist ever, had been dead for four years, almost to the day. The jazz world was still waiting, longing, for "the next Charlie Parker" and wondering where he'd take the music.

Parker and his trumpeter sidekick, Dizzy Gillespie—Bird and Diz, as they were called—had launched the jazz revolution of the 1940s, known as bebop. Their concept was to take a standard blues or ballad and to improvise a whole new melody built on its chord changes. This in itself was nothing new. But they took it to a new level, extending the chords to more intricate patterns, playing them in darting, syncopated phrases, usually at breakneck tempos.

The problem was, Parker not only invented bebop, he perfected it. There were only so many chords you could lay down in a 12-bar blues or a 32-bar song, only so many variations you could play on those chords. By the time he died, even Parker was running out of steam.

When Miles Davis came to New York in 1945, at the age of 19, he replaced Gillespie as Parker's trumpeter for a few years and played very much in their style. A decade later, he, too, was wondering what to do next.

The answer came from a friend of his named George Russell (who died just last month at the age of 86). A brilliant composer and scholar in his own right, Russell spent the better part of the '50s devising a new theory of jazz improvisation based not on chord changes but on scales or "modes." The kind of music that resulted was often called "modal" jazz. (A scale consists of the 12 notes from one octave to the next. A chord consists of three or four specific notes in that scale, played together or in sequence: For instance, a C chord is C-E-G.)

This distinction may seem slight, but its implications were enormous. In a bebop improvisation, the chord changes (which occur when, usually, the pianist changes the harmony from one chord to another) serve as a compass; they point the direction to the next bar or the next phrase. Chords follow a particular pattern (that's why it's easy to hum along with most blues and ballads); you know what the next chord will be; you know that the notes you play will consist of the notes that comprise that chord or some variation on them. Playing blues, you know that the sequence of chord changes will be finished in 12 bars (or, if it's a song, 32 bars), and then you'll either end your solo or start the sequence again.

Russell threw the compass out the window. You could play all the notes of a scale, which is to say any and all notes. "It is for the musician to sing his own song really," Russell wrote, "without having to meet the deadline of a particular chord." In other words, he continued, "you are free to do anything" (the italics were his), "as long as you know where home is"—as long as you know where you're going to wind up.


(The Slate article includes several illustrative clips from several cuts.)

So, to put it simply, what came as naturally to me as my multiplication tables of threes and fours was the point where Davis and Russell--and the other artists on "Kind of Blue," including John Coltrane and "Cannonball" Adderly--took off into uncharted (literally and figuratively) territory. An old friend of mine, more steeped in jazz over breakfast this morning than I'll be by my dying day, encouraged me to get to know modal stuff better. His suggestion was to get my hand on everything I could from the ECM catalogue and burn it into my synapses. The idea was sound, and I have a lot of that music in my regular playlists, but the wiring in my head--and the lack of any good opportunity to get my hands and ear used to playing anything else--left me standing on the dock.

And odd as it sounds, that's why I like Davis' later, modal stuff as well as the bebop. Bebop, driven by piano chord changes I knew inside and out, feels as comfortable as an old pair of shoes. The later, modal stuff gives me the delight of experiencing the unexpected. Even on the fiftieth re-listening.

Here's a definitive cut off of "Kind of Blue." Kaplan writes this:

The clearest example of its novelty [i.e., the novelty of Davis' new approach] is a piece, composed (without credit) by Evans, called "Flamenco Sketches." At most jazz sessions, the sheet music that the leader passes around to the band consists of "heads"—the first 12 or so bars of a tune, with the chords notated above. The band plays the head, then each player improvises on the chords. But for "Flamenco Sketches," Evans had jotted down the notes of five scales, each of which expressed a slightly different mood. At the top of the sheet, he wrote, "Play in the sound of these scales."

For the band's two saxophone players, John Coltrane on tenor and Julian "Cannonball" Adderley on alto, it was a particularly bizarre instruction. Both were astonishingly adept improvisers, but they built their creations strictly on chords, Adderley as an acolyte of Charlie Parker (with a gospel-infused tone), Coltrane as an almost spiritual explorer, searching for the right sound, the right note, mapping out his voyage on charts of chords, piling and inverting chords on top of chords, expanding each note of a chord to a new chord, not knowing which combinations might work and therefore trying them all.




If you don't have the album, it's time.

(Hat tip to once-upon-a-time housemate Michael, who finally made me get Miles.)

The LO/KPOJ "Lost Limerick Challenge"

This morning's Oregon news limericks, as written by me, read by quizmaster TJ of Loaded Orygun, and answered (usually) by Carl, Christine,and Paul on the KPOJ 620AM Morning Show, are posted at LO.

I'm afraid I don't have a whole Lost Limerick to share this morning. I had one extra poem that I struggled with for a long time yesterday, based on this Item:

A prisoner at Inverness Jail is suing Multnomah County Sheriff Bob Skipper because guards allegedly won’t allow him to wear a yarmulke.

The trick with the Limerick Challenge, of course, is that you have less room to maneuver on rhymes because you're reverse-engineering from the missing word or phrase. There are no really good rhymes for "yarmulke," as you may have guessed: there's "mocha," and "polka," and that's about it. And it didn't help that I stumbled on this rhyme for lines 3 and 4, and then couldn't get it out of my head:

So perhaps Sheriff Skipper
Should just wait for Yom Kippur--

Finally, I gave up. So consider this a homework exercise: Compose a limerick for this news story for which the point of the story is contained in the last (missing) word or phrase.

Ready? Begin.

The unforgiving minute

Okay, somebody refresh my memory:

On health care reform, has there ever been an instance where the Obama people have fanned out over the weekend to signal that they're considering giving us more than what we expected?

Because I'm remembering lots of instances where they've prepared us for the idea of getting less than we expected--this is the latest--but the other way around, not so much.

Minute's up.

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Sunday morning toons: Special "Gibson Cherryburst Custom" edition

This week's Daryl Cagle toon round-up inspires this rhyming question:

Should America worry about the next health care town hall?
Or crank up our Gibsons in tribute to Les Paul?

p3 Picks of the Week: Mike Luckovich, Daryl Cagle, Mike Keefe, Jeff Parker, John Darkow, Monte Wolverton, Jimmy Margulies, Steve Breen, and Ed Stein.

p3 Best of Show: Steve Sack.

p3 "Unplugged" Award: Nate Beeler.

p3 Award for Best Deeply-Pitched Roger Maris Reference: R. J. Matson.

p3 Award for Best Adaptation from Another Medium: Bob Englehart.

p3 World Toon Review: Hajo (Netherlands), Stephane Peray (Thailand), Patrick Chappatte, (Switzerland) and Cameron Cardow (Canada).


Ann Telnaes watches in horror as the truth flatlines.


Ka-ching!! :-) In the tradition of Woody Allen's If the Impressionists Had Been Dentists, Ruben Bollings asks, What if Van Gogh had been on Facebook?


The birth of irony: Last winter, p3 paid tribute to one of MAD Magazine's founding artists, Will Elder. This week, the NYTimes Sunday Book Review celebrates Elder's friend since childhood, MAD founding editor Harvey Kurtzman. The review begins, without embarrassment or exaggeration:

If not for Mad magazine, there might never have been (in no particular order) 1960s youth culture, underground comics, Wacky Packs, “Laugh-In,” “Saturday Night Live,” R. Crumb, Art Spiegelman or an age of irony, period. Mad, which began in 1952 as a comic book that parodied “serious” comics as well as American popular culture, with an emphasis on television, movies and advertising, was conceived and originally edited by Harvey Kurtzman (1924-93), a Brooklyn-born comic-strip artist, writer and editor. Kurtzman was the spiritual father of postwar American satire and the godfather of late-20th-century alternative humor.

Marginal thinking: Once again last week, Frank Rich is okay, but Barry Blitt is better.


Portland homeboy Jack Ohman urges the ex-governor to go into the light.


Liberal-spirited willingness to pitch in and help out: Last week in the Financial Times, British economist and imperialism groupie Naill Ferguson offered up the notion that Felix the Cat and Barack Obama share two characteristics: both are black, and both are very lucky. Back here on our side of the great pond, Vanity Fair's James Wolcott takes Ferguson downtown, not so much because of his casual racism, but because he does a disservice to Felix.


All gummed up: With due respect to James Wolcott, when he associates Felix the Cat with a "bag of tricks," he's thinking of the chatty, limited-animation, made-for-TV cartoons that began in 1958; Felix himself goes all the way back to 1919. Like Popeye, Mickey Mouse, and other characters who've survived that long (although Felix is older than almost all of them), Felix has gone through some changes in character and style as he passed from one studio to another--in fact, over the years, about the only thing that has gone unchanged is Felix's trademark pacing back and forth, hands clasped behind his back. Here's a better example, mentioned in Wolcott's post: "Felix in Hollywood," from 1923, directed by Pat Sullivan. This copy of the silent film doesn't have a musical track dubbed in, so if you want something to fill in for the old movie palace Wurlitzer, feel free to cue up the music of your choice as you listen. I recommend some Fats Waller but, again, it's totally your call.



The caricatured silent film stars Felix meets in Hollywood include Ben Turpin, Will Hays, Charles Chaplin, Douglas Fairbanks and William S. Hart.


p3 Bonus Toon: Jesse Springer gives us fair warning: Once government get between small-nostrilled left-handed babies and their doctors, then the next thing you know, we'll all be . . . uhm . . . er . . . huh? (Click to enlarge.)





And remember to check out Slate's political cartoon for today.

Saturday, August 15, 2009

Saturday tunes: "Bet he took all he could take"

Elvis Costello, who wrote "Alison" in 1977, has been famously enigmatic about the subject of the song, volunteering only that it's about "disappointing somebody" and denying (only somewhat implausibly) that the mention of "put out the big light" and "my aim is true" is intended to suggest violence toward the title character.

It's in that spirit that the song is presented here. No resemblance to actual persons is intended, and any such resemblance is strictly coincidental.


Friday, August 14, 2009

The unforgiving minute

What Paul Krugman said:

President Obama is now facing the same kind of opposition that President Bill Clinton had to deal with: an enraged right that denies the legitimacy of his presidency, that eagerly seizes on every wild rumor manufactured by the right-wing media complex.

This opposition cannot be appeased. Some pundits claim that Mr. Obama has polarized the country by following too liberal an agenda. But the truth is that the attacks on the president have no relationship to anything he is actually doing or proposing.

The goal of government-can't-help conservatives is simply to deny Obama the possibility of any legislative accomplishment, no matter how much the country might need it. The tools they have to achieve this end include the remains of the Republican Party apparatus, a slice of voters who have been activated by fear and anger in a way that enlightened self-interest has failed to do, and a mainstream political media willing to call Al Gore a liar when he wasn't, but unwilling to call Sarah Palin and Chuck Grassley liars when they are.

Obama may soon be presented with these options, listed here in order of increasing likelihood that he'll be a one-term president:

1. Ignore Congressional Republicans and push through something that actually deserves to be called "health care reform."

2. Continue to chase the ghost of bipartisan compromise and pass something Democrats can call "reform" but which will do little or nothing to fix spiraling costs, the absence of dependable coverage for many Americans, and the worst of insurance company practices.

3. Fail to get even fig leaf legislation passed through Congress.

Wonder which option he'll go for. It's scary that, even at this late date, the answer isn't clear.

Minute's up.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Les Paul: Pizzicato al fine

Musician and innovator of musical technology, Grammy-winner Les Paul, born Lester William Polsfuss, died today at the age of 94.

He had a great career before and after World War II in bands fronted by such greats as Bing Crosby,Nat King Cole, and Louis Armstrong, But it's no stretch to say that the last fifty years of American pop music would be almost unrecognizable to us today without two of Paul's signature inventions: the solid-body electric guitar, and multi-track tape mixing.

Grow up listening to Jimmy Page wail on a Gibson Honey Burst? Thank Les Paul.

Or Keith Richards on his Fender Stratocaster? Thank Les Paul.

So used to it you don't even think twice when you hear something impossible like a choir of Simons and Garfunkles singing at the end of "The Boxer" or a roomful of George Harrisons crooning, "Something in the way she knows--and all I have to do is think of her"? Thank Les Paul.

And don't even get me started on his own one-of-a-kind jazz/country style of playing.

Here he is, circa 1950, performing one of his classics with Mary Ford.



And he was picking right up until the end:

In 1983 he started to play weekly performances at Fat Tuesday’s, an intimate Manhattan jazz club. “I was always happiest playing in a club,” he said in a 1987 interview. “So I decided to find a nice little club in New York that I would be happy to play in.”

After Fat Tuesday’s closed in 1995, he moved his Monday-night residency to Iridium. He performed there until early June; guest stars have been appearing with his trio since then and will continue to do so indefinitely, a spokesman for the club said.

At his shows he used one of his own customized guitars, which included a microphone on a gooseneck pointing toward his mouth so that he could talk through the guitar. In his sets he would mix reminiscences, wisecracks and comments with versions of jazz standards. Guests — famous and unknown — showed up to pay homage or test themselves against him. Despite paralysis in some fingers on both hands, he retained some of his remarkable speed and fluency.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

It's a Portland Drinking Liberally two-fer this week

The Portland and Portland Metro/West DL chapters both meet this week, featuring socializing and discussion. (Loads to talk about this week, too!)

Portland Drinking Liberally meets at the Lucky Lab Brew Hall at 19th and NW Quimby (map), Thursday night at 7pm. (DL-PDX meets the 2nd and 4th Thursdays of every month.)

Portland Metro-West Drinking Liberally meets at Ringo's, 12300 SW Broadway St, (just east of Hall Blvd). map), Thursday Wednesday night at 7pm. (DL-PDX M-W meets the 2nd Thursday Wednesday every month.)


And here's the schedule for other DL chapters in Oregon (and Vancouver WA):

Salem:

Third Thursday of each month, 7:00 pm, at Browns Towne Lounge, 189 Liberty St NE # 112 (Old Sportstop next to Read Opera House)

Join the Salem email list.


St. Helens:

Second Wednesday of each month, 6:30 pm, at the Klondike Restaurant PATIO, 71 Cowlitz Street (We'll meet IN the restaurant if too cold outside.)

Join the St. Helens email list.


Corvallis:

Currently on summer hiatus.

Join Corvallis' email list.


Vancouver:

Second Tuesday of each month, 7:00 pm, at the Back Alley Bar and Grill, 6503 E. Mill Plain BLvd. (West of Andresen, in a strip mall 1/2 block west of Safeway on the south side of Mill Plain. It's deep in the lot.)

Join Vancouver's email list.

And if you appreciate Living Liberally promoting progressive action through social interaction--including keeping the whole Drinking Liberally network up and running--consider sending them a little love via Tipping Liberally.

So wherever you are, join the Drinking Liberally gang for drinks and political conversation.

And remember: DL encourages everyone to drink, and vote, responsibly.

(Cross-posted at Loaded Orygun.)

The unforgiving minute

Oh please, oh please, oh please:

Add former Sen. Rick Santorum to the list of potential 2012 Republican presidential candidates.

POLITICO has learned Santorum will visit first-in-the-nation Iowa this fall for a series of appearances before the sort of conservative activists who dominate the state GOP’s key presidential caucuses.

"The sort of conservative activists who dominate the state GOP's key presidential caucuses." Now there's a tasteful euphemism.

More:

Since last November’s election — roughly three years before the next Republican caucuses — Iowa has seen visits from 2008 caucus winner and former Arkansas Gov. Mike Huckabee, Louisiana Gov. Bobby Jindal, Mississippi Gov. Haley Barbour, House Minority Conference Chair Mike Pence (R-Ind.), former New York Gov. George Pataki and, before admitting his adulterous affair, Nevada Sen. John Ensign.

Doctor Beyond emailed me to say he'd contribute five bucks to Santorum, just to get the ball rolling. I think that's like paying more for first-turn tickets at the Indy 500, because that's where all the cool wrecks happen. Not a terribly wholesome motive, but the attraction is undeniable.

Minute's up.

Wu's Portland town hall: "sizeable share" were pro-reform, but questions were "mostly hostile"

Yesterday I was wondering about the relative numbers of health care reform opponents and supporters at Rep. Wu's latest town hall meeting in Portland.

A day later, I'm not sure I know the answer.

Here's the Oregonian editorial board's take (emphasis added):

At Tuesday's packed gathering in Portland, much as at Monday's in McMinnville, Wu skillfully fielded a barrage of questions, mostly hostile. He endured some heckling, loud scoffing, name-calling and profanity at a hospital auditorium in Portland, but he was never shouted down as other members of Congress have been during this summer of stormy health care debate.

It helped that a sizable share of Wu's audiences Monday and Tuesday, both exceeding 125 people, appeared to support Democratic health care reform legislation. It also helped that Wu and his staff kept tight control over the proceedings.

So there you are, depending on what a "sizeable share" amounts to.

Here's more:

No follow-up questions were allowed, and Wu wisely avoided remaining engaged with several who ignored that rule.

Remarks from the hostile portion of the crowd revealed considerable fear and anger over perceived components of the Democrats' reform bills. Also revealed was deep distrust based on a breathtaking scale of misinformation -- falsehoods that Wu had to repudiate over and over.

No, health care reform would not include euthanasia. No, it would not pay for abortions. No, it would not cover illegal immigrants.

For that, he was called "liar," "moron," "fascist" and worse.

Impressively, Wu never became rattled or painfully defensive. He responded patiently and graciously to everyone whose number was drawn, no matter how rudely they addressed him.

Odd that the questions from the audience, a "sizeable share" of which were pro-reform, were "mostly hostile." Luck of the draw?

It seems to me that one of the defining qualities of a "town hall meeting" should be that, a day later, it should be easier than this for the town to find out what was going on in it.

The AP has more here (picked up at KATU's site as well).

No word so far on whether Wu got the chance to improve on his tepid support for the public option. Anyone who was at the meeting--what's your take?

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

"Maybe someone will notice"--Life among the "left-behinders" at Rep. Wu's town hall meeting today

[See Wednesday morning follow-up here.]

Let me begin by telling you that this post doesn't have the one thing I'd hoped to have at this point: Even a crumb of information about what went on inside Rep. David Wu's town hall meeting in Portland at noon today.

Sixty seats were available at the auditorium on the Good Samaritan Hospital campus in NW Portland. According to the campus security person I spoke with, the first people were in line at 8am; the 60 available seats were filled by 9.30am. (Suffice it to say I got there sometime after 9.30am.) By 11.30am, the line stretched almost halfway around the block from the door.

Tom D'Antoni at Huffington Post described the turnout as "several hundred people." The rough count of fellow DL'er Michael Hagmeier, who was there with his camera, put about 240 people still in line at noon (after the first 60 people, who got the golden tickets, were already inside). There was also a floating group of 25-50 on the sidewalk across the street from the entrance at any one time.

The phrase everyone seemed to reach for was "well-behaved" (at least regarding the crowd outside the building; I'm still waiting to hear how things went in the meeting itself). although, to be blunt about it, I found myself stuck in line for a while next to a couple of real horses' asses, but that happens sometimes. Campus security and Portland police had a fairly easy time of it; their main concerns were keeping the sidewalks open to foot traffic and preventing jay-walking (at least preventing jay-walking from happening right under their noses) so that vehicle traffic could continue on 22nd.

By Kevin Kamberg's rough estimate, pro-reform outnumbered anti-reform by maybe 9 to 1 among the "left-behinders" outside the building. That ranged from people with hand-made "single payer" and "public option" signs, to more organized presences like folks from Health Care for America Now and the Oregon Nurses Association.

Kevin's estimate might be right, although my sense was that not all of the opponents of reform were waving Obama-as-Hitler posters or using a bullhorn, so while they were clearly outnumbered, the gap might be a little less. There was, for example, the woman who spent most of the time leaning against the wall near the entrance, listening to little knots of conversation around her but not really talking much to anyone. Every now and then, in response to a nearby comment, she would mutter something along the lines of, Yeah, I bet Hitler made the same promise. Mutterers Against Health Care Reform are often trickier to ennumerate in a crowd.

By one metric, at least, the supporters had a clear advantage over the opponents: When supporters began chanting "Health Care Now!", the fellow with the bullhorn tried to at least match them decibel for decibel, if not drown them out, but he never had much of a chance.

But what I really would have liked to know was the ratio within that 60 who were admitted. It wouldn't surprise me if the there were more opponents, proportionately, on the inside than on the outside. I'm watching and waiting for reports from inside on that.

I spoke with a woman I'll call "Number 61," the next person in line after the 60th ticket-holder went inside the building at about 11.45 am. She was philosophical about missing the seating cut-off. I asked her what she would have asked Rep. Wu if she'd been, say, Number 59? Make a pitch for the public option, she said. And as for the line of people outside? She smiled, a little sadly, and shrugged. It shows people care about this; that it's important.

"Maybe someone will notice," Number 61 added.

Although it was Rep. Wu's town hall, it was feelings about Obama, good or bad, that drove a lot of what was happening; almost no one in line mentioned Wu.

Three signature gatherers were working the line: Recall Sam Adams, Repeal the state corporate tax increase, and "Yes, I Want to Give Up My Government Medicare" (which had no signatures as of about 1.30pm).

I saw crews from two local TV stations setting up for some crowd shots, and--wait for it--Pajamas TV, who managed to find a self-described "serious 9-12'er," with a hand-lettered "No Government Healthcare!! No Cap & Trade" sign, to interview. (Click photo to enlarge; the PJTV logo is on the microphone.)

(Thanks to Michael for the PJM photo.)

Monday, August 10, 2009

The McMinnville Wu Clan

Randy Stapilus has the story from Rep. David Wu's town hall meeting tonight in McMinnville tonight.

Takeaway:
As the McMinnville town meeting by Representative David Wu broke up, one man in the front row flipped open his cell phone and delivered a call, apparently to his wife - it was a call of reassurance: “Well, it’s over. No automatic weapons.”

Not a bad summation, as these things go.

Health care/insurance reform was brought up, but it's not clear if the discussion went anywhere.

I'm headed to the Wu meeting tomorrow, from noon to 1pm at the Good Samaritan Hospital Bldg 2 Auditorium, 1040 NW 22ND Ave, in Portland.

No lost limericks this week

But the weekly KPOJ/Loaded Orygun limerick challenge is posted over at LO.

Every barbecue has its winners and losers

Winners:

"Cash for clunkers" will live on, but shoppers in the weeks ahead may have a hard time finding that fuel-efficient ride they've been craving since the program got underway.

The Senate voted 60 to 37 to approve $2 billion in additional funding Thursday, ending a weeklong scramble to keep the popular auto rebate initiative from running out of money. That could subsidize the purchase of half a million vehicles and provide a further boost to the sagging auto industry. […]

The prospect of $3,500 to $4,500 in government cash to trade in a gas guzzler for a more fuel-efficient vehicle has had customers jamming showrooms in Southern California and nationwide since the program began July 24. Now, the Obama administration said, the money should last through Labor Day.

That has consumers cheering.

Losers:

Some auto recyclers are particularly incensed with provisions that limit the ability of the yards to recycle parts from the vehicle.

“There’s a mixed feeling out there among auto recyclers,” said Jennifer Johnson, a spokeswoman for the Automotive Recyclers Association. Under the law, the engine of each "clunker" must be destroyed by a process that involves pouring sodium silicate, known as liquid glass, into it until it ceases to operate.

In addition the drive train cannot be sold without being disassembled. Those two parts typically yield 60 percent of the profit from a recycled vehicle.

Losers:

Vehicles already were lined up for one of the weekly auto auctions benefiting Texans Can, a charity that helps at-risk teenagers and their families, when prospective donors started to call, saying they had changed their minds.

"They said they went ahead and traded it in for the 'cash-for-clunkers' program," said Cheryl Rios, vice president of the Dallas-based charity that serves as many as 6,000 students. She estimates Texas Can already has lost $75,000 to the federal program.

While "cash-for-clunkers" has been a huge hit with car buyers looking to snap up rebates of up to $4,500 for trading in gas-guzzlers for new fuel-efficient cars, some charities that rely on vehicle donations for funding say they're receiving fewer cars and trucks.


(Hat tip to Doctor TV.)

Sunday, August 9, 2009

Sunday morning toons: Special "No Theme" edition

Daryl Cagle's toon round-up this week has it all: Clinton in North Korea, Democrats exploring ways to grasp defeat from the jaws of victory on health care, the recession "bottoming out," cash for clunkers (but never the clunkers you'd like)--and the Bronx Bomber.

p3 Picks of the Week: Mike Luckovich, Daryl Cagle, R. J. Matson, Mike Keefe, Jimmy Margulies, Milt Priggee, Jeff Stahler, Ed Stein, Steve Benson, John Darkow, and Bill Day.

p3 Best of Show: Adam Zyglis.

p3 Legion of Merit (With Lunch Money): David Fitzsimmons.

p3 World Toon Review: Christo Komarnitski (Bulgaria), Frederick Deligne (France), Stephane Peray, (Thailand) and Cam Cardow (Canada).


Ann Telnaes notes the Chefs' Surprise is back on the menu in the Senate dining room.


p3 Guest Toons: At Women in Media and News, Mikhaela Reid shares her feelings about "embrace your shape" marketing.

Doonesbury sneaks us inside a C Street prayer meeting.

p3 Award for Best Adaptation from Another Medium goes to Driftglass, for a new take on an old conversation.


Portland homeboy Jack Ohman reminds us: It's all in the paperwork,


I dood it! "Who Killed Who?", a 1943 MGM animated short directed by Tex Avery (with all music performed on a pipe organ to create the proper air of mystery), has all of Avery's favorite indulgences: One visual pun and sight gag after another (continuity be damned); live actors inter-cut with animation, the characters interacting with a theater patron who attempts to leave his seat, and lots of topical (and hence, often unrecognizable today) pop culture references. Film and radio (and later TV) star Red Skelton gets two nods: The first is too obvious to mention, but the second is the punch line at the end of the film--'I dood it!" was the signature line of one of Skelton's characters, the Mean Widdle Kid.




p3 Bonus Toon: Now that an Oregon man, Joshua Fattal, has been detained by Iranian authorities after inadvertently crossing into Iran while hiking with two companions in Iraq, Jesse Springer thinks it's time to update his travel guide (click to enlarge):




You can vote for Springer's work in the Union of Concerned Scientists' "Science Idol: Celebrity Edition: competition. The theme: Integrity In Science. (He adds: "Please note that there is no prize this year-- just fame and prestige.")

And finally, remember to check out Slate's political cartoon of the day for today.

Saturday, August 8, 2009

The unforgiving minute

[Update: broken link fixed.]

Is it wrong to speculate? It's wrong not to speculate.

From Think Progress:

Last week, Politico asked the 11 House Republicans co-sponsoring the so-called “birther bill” — legislation requiring presidential candidates to prove they were born in the United States — to provide their own birth certificates. While a number of them complied, Rep. Randy Neugebauer (R-TX) explicitly refused to show his proof of birth.

Hm. "Neugebauer" . . . does that sound foreign to you?

Minute's up.

Saturday tunes: "Sorry we 'urt your field, Mister."

Filmed on April 23, 1964 at Thornbury Playing Fields, Isleworth, Middlesex, the Lads have a moment of freedom:




From Wikipedia:

The "Can't Buy Me Love" segment borrowed stylistically from Richard Lester's earlier The Running Jumping & Standing Still Film and it is this segment, in particular using the innovative technique of cutting the images to the beat of the music, which has been cited as a precursor of modern music videos. Roger Ebert goes even further, crediting Lester for a more pervasive influence, even constructing "a new grammar": "he influenced many other films. Today when we watch TV and see quick cutting, hand-held cameras, interviews conducted on the run with moving targets, quickly intercut snatches of dialogue, music under documentary action and all the other trademarks of the modern style, we are looking at the children of A Hard Day's Night".

Oh yeah--and I'm told the music's pretty good, too.

Reading: "By poisoning the political well, they've given up any pretense of being the loyal opposition"

See if you can identify the author of today's (actually yesterday's) reading, based on this excerpt from near the end:

Health reform is a test of whether this country can function once again as a civil society -- whether we can trust ourselves to embrace the big, important changes that require everyone to give up something in order to make everyone better off. Republican leaders are eager to see us fail that test.

It's quite well-said, but to anyone paying attention, it isn't news. What makes it news is that this is no Communist infiltrator, Islamic terrorist, or aging hippie--probably not even a Democrat--who's speaking here: It's Stephen Pearlstein, the business columnist for the Washington Post. You really don't get much more establishment than that.

"Republican leaders are eager to see us fail that test." Everyone in the Obama White House, everyone in the congressional Democratic leadership, everyone who hosts a Sunday talking-heads show--they should have that reverse-tattooed onto their foreheads so that each time they look in the mirror during the month of August they'll be reminded.

Read the whole thing. It's going on the Readings list in the sidebar.

Friday, August 7, 2009

The NYTimes ponders: Are liberals more corrupt?

Now that the unpleasantness of the Stein affair is behind them, the OpEd page of the Times can reflect upon more important questions:

Are Liberals More Corrupt?
By GAIL COLLINS and ROSS DOUTHAT

Gail Collins and Ross Douthat discuss whether big government means dirty politics.
The premise of the question, that modern conservatives are in any way "small-government;" is laughable. They would love to zero-out spending on all social programs, of course, but only so that the savings could be diverted into other government programs that they like--such as defense spending. The Republican Party is pro-defense spending, pro-discretionary war, pro-domestic surveillance, pro-national ID, and pro-illegal detention. Government doesn't get much bigger than that.

And as for "dirty politics," here's a handy rule of thumb: It took congressional Democrats about thirty years to become so corrupt, arrogant, and out-of-touch that they were finally driven out of power. It took Republicans a little over ten years to accomplish the same thing.

Farewell to all that David Copperfield kind of crap

A screenwriter friend of mine once said that there's not much wrong with Hollywood that can't be explained by the fact that the only scripts producers see have survived the process of being quickly read in stacks at night and--for the lucky few--summarized in a paragraph and forwarded by assistants whose age and background leads them to believe that the history of American filmmaking began with John Hughes.

For those young men and women who carry American film culture on their shoulders, the star that lit their way has gone out.

Mr. Hughes turned out a series of hits that captured audiences and touched popular culture — and then flummoxed both Hollywood and his fans by suddenly fading from the scene in the early 1990s. He surfaced sometimes as a writer, occasionally under his pen name, Edmond Dantès, the real name of the Dumas hero in “The Count of Monte Cristo.”

His seeming disappearance inspired a 2009 documentary, “Don’t You Forget About Me,” by four young filmmakers who went in search of a man who was by then being compared to J. D. Salinger because of his reclusiveness. It became a tribute to Mr. Hughes’s influence on youth culture.

I suppose it's inevitable that anyone who writes about "disaffected youth" (as the Times' obit described Hughes' genre of choice), especially one who disappears at somewhere near the top of their game (for whatever reason), is bound to be compared with Salinger sooner or later.

(Then again, perhaps it's not inevitable after all; I don't seem to remember anyone reaching for the "Salinger" metaphor for Amy Heckerling in the fourteen years since "Clueless." Perhaps that distinction is only reserved for male teenage angst.)

Let's give this young man the last word:

I'm not going to tell you my whole goddam biography or anything. I'll just tell you about this madman stuff that happened to me around last Christmas just before I got pretty run-down and had to come out here and take it easy. I mean, that's all I told D.B. about, and he's my brother and all. He's in Hollywood. That isn't too far from this crummy place, and he comes over and visits me practically every weekend. He's going to drive me home when I go home next month maybe. He just got a Jaguar. One of those little English jobs that can do around two hundred miles an hour. It cost him damn near four thousand bucks. He's got a lot of dough, now. He didn't use to. He used to be just a regular writer, when he was home. He wrote this terrific book of short stories, The Secret Goldfish, in case you never heard of him. The best on in it was "The Secret Goldfish." It was about this little kid that wouldn't let anybody look at his goldfish because he's bought it with his own money. It killed me. Now he's out in Hollywood, D.B., being a prostitute. If there's one thing I hate, it's the movies. Don't even mention them to me.