Directly from the pages of my local New Jersey community newspaper, local journalism at its best:
Bill Sparkman: Suicide, Not Murder.
November 24, 2009This is a very sad post.
And despite some of the research areas in which I work, I am not a big fan of sadness. I don’t like it at all.
Students and colleagues sometimes laugh when I tell them I love joy and music and gut-splitting laughter. Because there isn’t too much of that in studies of media and violence and catastrophe. I mean, it is only rational for someone to open our college catalogue, see a grad seminar entitled Disease and Disaster in Media and Culture — and wonder if the instructor is rowing with all oars in the water. (Actually, all his oars aren’t always in the water, but that’s another story).
I can only say that my fascination and curiosity about violence was born of an intense curiousity about the effects of crime and violence on society and social institutions, everything from families to nations. I won’t bore you again with childhood experience that planted this seed.
The sad story I want to share is about a murder that turned out not to be a murder.
On September 13, 2009, a US Census Bureau employee named Bill Sparkman was found hanged in an isolated location in rural Kentucky with the word “Fed” scrawled on his chest. This was at a time when anti-federal rage was on fire across the country in the form of health reform town meetings being mobbed by people who find any government involvement ion health care to be a mortal sin. (These , by the way, are overwhelmingly people WITH health insurance.)
The immediate assumption was that Bill Sparkman had been murdered.
It is easy to see why the media jumped on the murder narrative. All of us need to come up with some story that makes something horrible even slightly comprehensible. The murder of a “Fed” was as plausible as any other theory, and the fact that it took place in Kentucky summoned distant memories of the feds who came looking for illegal moonshine during prohibition. The story received enormous coverage.
This is, of course, achgingly sad for both Mr. Sparkman and his family. But I raise the story in Media and Mayhem to make an important point. There are times when everything about an incident points to one explanation. But this is precisely the point when a skilled journalist or media consumer or plain old citizen will ask what at the time seems like a dumb question: Yes, it looks like a murder, or yes it looks like a stranger abduction, but what is every other even slightly plausible explanations that has to be ruled out? Why might this NOT be what it looks like?
Supposed stranger abductions, for example, are only very rarely actual stranger abductions.
Very few people did that in this case. And it is a lesson to be learned and mulled over again and again. The obvious and the plausible are often wrong. Sometimes that is because someone wanted to create a false impression to hide their culpability and sometimes no one is at fault. The guiltiest “looking” person can be inncocent. And the most innocent looking person can be guilty. The point is that society gets in deep trouble when it jumps to conclusions based on looks and other stereotypes. The single most horrifying story I have ever seen of a “guilty” man who turned out to be completely inncocent is detailed in the riveting HBO documentary The Trials of Darryl Hunt.
The trick of responsible citizenship, the kind of citizenship in which we place a high premium on truth, is to never accept the obvious narrative immediately and to always await the inevitably complex and nuanced details that are really what make us human.
Finally, responsible citizenship requires our compassion. Oh, we can be angry at a man whose deception scared a lot of good people . But we also might at least consider feeling compassion, even grief, for a human being in such personal pain that this kind of scheme seemed the only way out.
The Family Stories That Surround You: National Day of Listening
November 22, 2009Don’t ever forget that they very family that may surround you with all sorts of contradictory feelings — everything from love to anger; from dysfunction to support — is also a source of oral hsitory and audio narrative that might someday mean a lot to you, either as a tool for self-exploration or as a way of sharing your family history with generations to come.
Learn audio. Record. Collect. Don’t wait.
Serious Reading: Sixty Hours of Terror: Ten Gunmen, Ten Minutes by Jason Motlagh
November 19, 2009The November 16th issue Virginia Quarterly Review has an incredible 4 part series by journalist Jason Motlagh on the events in Mumbai.
Highly recommended.
Sundry Recommendations
November 17, 2009I have some miscellaneous and enthusiastic recommendations. They may not be everyone’s cup of java but they sure grabbed me, each wonderful examples of the reach of compelling content being extended by digital tools.
1) The first is outright embarrassing: Because, for a guy who at least tries to convince himself that he is wired, it turns out that this “new” discovery from American Public Media has been around since 2001.
Many of you farther along on the “wired” continuum already know about Krista Tippet’s Speaking of Faith, an American Public Media production billed as “public radio’s national conversation about belief, meaning, ethics, and ideas.” Well, I had no idea. And I simply want to pass on that, if you are someone who at least contemplates matters of the spirit, God, holiness, and compassion, you must give Krista’s broadcast a listen. It moves back and forth between many of the world’s religions and, rather than working the typical extremes of the age of fundamentalism, most of the discussions take place in the messy, complex middle where most of us actually live.
One broadcast worth downloading is a panel discussion with Krista, David Brookes and EJ Dionne discussing the theologian Reinhold Niebuhr..
Another program on German theologian Dietrich Bonhoeffer is riveting.
2) I also recommend a new on-line version of a class entitled “Justice: What is the Right Thing to DO?” at Harvard taught by Michael Sandel that has long been one of the University’s most popular courses. The entire course, filmed elegantly with multiple cameras capturing student reactions and questions, can be seen here.
3) A great guide to all of the podcasts and courses and provocative discussion freely available for download can be found at http://www.openculture.com/.
4) Finally, and I will understand if you are a little skeptical, is the incredibly rich and fun Oxford Dictionary of National Biography. Each week they will send you a podcast of one of the biographical entries read aloud. I can only tell you that they are amazingly absorbing, incredibly entertaining. Yes, I used the word “fun.” One week it is the famed, hard-living UK footballer George Best. And then comes poet Phillip Larkin. These are not standard reference entries. They are brilliantly written short takes on lives, they have a point of view and — sometimes if the subject calls for it — they are hillarious.
Their podcast of the biography of spy Anthony Blunt is a great place to start.
5) Finally, to hear some extraordinary true-life story-telling from an organization doing all it can to keep the spoken, performed story alive, check out the podcasts from The Moth. Real people. Real Stories. Performed live. And a lot of laughter, pain, and everything in between.
Fun stuff.
Google Puts Supreme Court Decisions On-Line
November 17, 2009These decisions are widely available, but the move by Google will really make them easy to find.
My Ten Favorite Films: A Revised List
November 16, 2009Every time I talk about top 10 lists, I always start with the disclaimer that I know how pointless they are.
And then I ask myself: OK, if they are so pointless, why do I have so much fun reading them and doing them and sharing them?
No good answer, In fact, making lists is far from the only pointless thing I do.
Today, I am adding some new films and slightly changing the order. It is not a 10 best list. It is a list of my ten favorites. A list of 10 best films would be beyond nervy given how many films have a legitimate claim to inclusion.
But it seems perfectly fair to make a list of ten favorites since they are, in fact, only my favorites.
My favorites have stayed the same for over a year. But for the last few months I have been mulling over “No Country for Old Men” and “The Lives of Others.” (Now I can really hear you saying: This guy need a life! Who has time to mull anything over?)
Seriously, I want to make some changes to my list. But according to ground rules that some friends of mine and I set up many years ago in a UCLA dorm room, I have to remove one film for each one I add. I posted my last 10 favorite about a year ago. Here is my new one along with a list of contenders.
Comments welcome. Lists welcome. Ridicule welcome.
My Ten Favorite Films as of November 15, 2009
1. Dekalog
2. Godfather 1/Godfather 2
3. Salesman
4. The Lives of Others
5. Amarcord
6. Goodfellas
7 No Country for Old Men
8 Fargo
9. Rear Window
10 Night and Fog
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Other Contenders (not in order)
Midnight Cowboy
Mr. Smith Goes to Washington
Au Revoir les Enfants
Shop on Main Street (1965)
It’s a Wonderful Life
Jeux interdits
Come and See
Smile
Atlantic City
Three Kings
Das Boot
The General
Paris, Texas
Shoah
Invaders from Mars
Strangers on a Train
The Graduate
The French Connection
Double Indemnity
Les Enfants du Paradis
Les Diaboliques
Psycho
Le Salaire de la peur
Sunset Boulevard
The Exiles
The Last Laugh
Hotel Terminus
Happiness
The Third Man
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The Marriage of Maria Braun
Large Supplies of H1N1 Vaccine Arriving. Apparently This Isn’t As Exciting a News Story As The Previous Shortage.
November 13, 2009
I am not unaware that there are wide geographical differences in the distribution of the H1N1 vaccine. Some places need more vaccine and others have a surplus. No system of logistics is ever that flawless. But the story this week from multiple sources is that large supplies of the vaccine are reaching the public.
It’s just that vaccine arriving apparently isn’t as compelling a news story as a vaccine shortage.
I took the photo above from the page of one of the free newspapers that are handed out in the NYC Subway system. The story goes on to say that the supply of H1N1 vaccine is now so extensive in NYC that they are offering it to age cohorts that had previously been excluded because of the urgent need to get the vaccine to kids at highest risk.
But in what is a typical pattern of press coverage, the early vaccine shortage got the sensational coverage while the current successful broad distribution of the vaccine has gone relatively unnoticed. The only news story we would be less likely to hear about would be a group of “keep the government out of health care” ideologues now announcing their gratitude because, without the government, many of their children would not have been vaccinated.
To tell you the truth, though, I no longer pay much attention to “get the government out of people’s lives” crowd. Normally it would be a point of view that would deserve fair discussion and debate, and serious libertarians — however misguided — are at least consistent enough to be mildly interesting to speak with — but the hypocrisy of so many of those who complain about government is simply too blatant.
It turns out that a more accurate statement of their philosophy is “keep the government out of our lives” except in all the cases in which we DO want the government in your lives.
PS. I am going to go to Google Earth right now, choosing a random US location with my eyes closed, and then checkng the government web site to see if vaccine is available there. In fact, I’ll do two locations. My question is: At each of the two locations, is there vaccine available and how easy would it be to obtain?
Results:
1. My first random stop was an absolutely gorgeous piece of farmland in Greenville, Kentucky. On checking, every school child in Muhlenberg has been offered a free H1N1 vaccination.
2. Stop #2 was also a beautiful rural location, Hitchcock, Oklahoma. Located in Blaine County, the population of Hitchcock doesn’t quite crack 200. Every Tueday and Thursday in Blaine County, an H1N1 clinic is being offered in Watonga.
It’s not that this problem is fully solved.
It’s the foolishness of those who loathe the thought of the government in health care but who couldn’ t get in line for the vaccine fast enough, the people who griped about a shortage but who will be unwilling to acknowledge the now successful effort that is making it possible for their kids to be protected.
Remembering Ulrich Mühe on the 20th Anniversary of the Fall of the Berlin Wall
November 10, 2009
Some of the facts that show up in my blog statistics are real mysteries. And this week there is one that has me fascinated.
All of a sudden my post about Ulrich Mühe – Friedrich Hans Ulrich Mühe: An Actor Who Needed Only One Tear – had an unexpected increase in hits. I’d love to hear from anyone who knows why. (And right at the moment I write this, I realize that — at the 20th Anniversary of the fall of the Berlin Wall — it makes perfect sensed that people would think about him.)
His performance in 2006 as an East German Stasi agent in Florian Henckel von Donnersmarck’s Das Leben der Anderen ( The Lives of Others) is so emotionally shattering that, as I sit here playing it over in my head scene by scene, I find it hard to talk about. Mühe died in 2007 and lived a life inextricably tied to the separation and later reunification of Germany. He should be remembered and his work honored. Much of his early work took place on the stage in East Germany before unification.
Actually I do have one more thing to say: Sometime Media and Mayhem commenter Dominic, my friend from high school and a talented filmmaker and animation artist, once told me something about the film that mortified me so much that I never even mentioned it to him again. Ever since I have been silently trying convince myself that he really didn’t say it.
But I still have to ask: There isn’ t going to be a Hollywood re-make, is there?
Say it ain’t so.
Hulu: Graveyard of Astoundingly Bad Feature Films
November 10, 2009Have you ever perused the feature films available for viewing on Hulu? I understand the economics that precludes quality product from showing up as freebies. But the available films look like someone was given the specific assignment of finding the worst films possible.
In fact, it is such a perfectly putrid list of films that only an expert with exquisite taste could compile it. You would have to be so knowledgeable that you could authoritatively and instantly reject any film with even a few seconds of redeeming quality.
I only mention this because I saw a rumor in the trades that ad-supported Hulu was contemplating a pay-wall. I can hear all of you pulling out your credit cards.
But I say let a thousand flowers bloom. If you succeed, guys, I’m buying the rights to Ishtar and Waterworld for national theatrical release.
Mr. Speaker, I Ask That You Grant The Opponents of Health Care Unanimous Consent to Revise and Extend Their Selfishness
November 7, 2009True Story:
An hour ago — with full sincerity — I chided my 12 year-old daughter for a comment she made as we were watching the House debate on the health care. She had heard a comment by an opponent of the health care bill and crossed what I have struggled to teach her about the ”civility” line. So I found myself coming up with words that — while sappy and saccharine — I think I still believe.
“It’s true, I said, I don’t agree with what he said either. But this doesn’t mean he is a bad person. In our country we can disagree and still be kind to each other.”
Part of me was gagging with guilt as I said it. I remembered all the distinctly uncivil rage she has seen me express. I knew that she knew that I don’t always live those words. But I still believe that quaint qualities like kindness and decency and civility are anything but quaint.
Then I turned on the television and began to watch the health care debate. And wouldn’t you know that here I am struggling with the civility thing again.
Why is it that, among all the speakers opposing the health care bill, not one representative — not one — started with anything close to the following:
“We rise in opposition to the health care bill. But before we make clear why this is a bad bill, we want to clearly state for the record that we are not blind to the pain of the uninsured and unemployed, we are not blind to the thousands of uninsured children who were taken to emergency rooms today with life-threatening illnesses, we are not blind to productive, employed people who — in a flash — find themselves unemployed and uninsured, we are not blind to the struggles of those in pain. We don’t disagree about compassion, we disagree on how to be compassionate.”
I did not, and have not, heard one opponent say anything close to this. I have not heard one opponent, before launching into his or her argument, give even a tip of the hat to the fact that somebody, somewhere is hurting. Apparently, this wasn’t on the list of approved talking points.
I really do want to hear your argument.
But don’t say anything — NOT ONE THING — before at least one of you makes a simple statement of concern (2 -3 words would count) for all the people who can’t take the time to think about politics when they are busy deciding which of their three kids will get treated first and who will get which medication.
C’mon guys: Say you feel bad. Say you know hurt when you see it. Acknowledge the existence of people who have done everything right but who find themselves uninsured for a whole host of reasons. Then you can dump on the bill to your heart’s content. I’ll even try to listen quietly.
But if you want me or any other supporter of the bill to take your objections seriously, we are waiting to see any sign — OK, I’ll settle for body language or even a wink of the eye — that signals any compassion underlying your obsession with government control.
So far, all I hear about is socialism, the end of free choice, and Nancy “Beelzebub” Pelosi. You think you are right and I think you are wrong. That’s our system. I respect your right to express your views. If you were sitting here now I would listen respectfully.
But I insist on an answer to this question: Why has there not been one opponent today who has who preceded his or her argument with an affirmation of plain, old-fashioned compassion? Couldn’t you have at least lied and pretended that compassion is a fundamental value?
I am still trying to hang in there with civility, but can’t you see how loudly your silence speaks? You have not given us one reason to think your script goes anywhere beyond government control, socialism, and dumping on Nancy Pelosi.
C’mon, compassion isnt controversial, it’s not some rhetorical trick. It is Sunday school stuff and , while I wasn’t always listening during the bible passage, I apparently was awake during the part about sharing and giving and sacrifice.
Your silence speaks volumes. And yes, I grant unanimous consent for you to revise and extend your selfishness.
After Cab Calloway, It’s A Wonder Anyone Else Ever Wasted Their Time Trying To Be Cool.
November 7, 2009
Covering the Ft. Hood Incident
November 7, 2009There are two great short essays in the Columbia Journalism Review that explain perfectly why the instant cable coverage of sudden catastrophes is often so astoundingly misinformed and incompetent.
To watch talking heads, lacking much if any authoritative information, coming to instant, facile conclusions about suspects, motives, and details is not to watch journalism. It is the equivalent of attending a seance or meeting with a psychic. Armed with little knowledge and even less common sense, these hyper-ventilating bloviators fill the air with conjecture that is so uninformed, so embarrassingly foolish, that the only thing clarified is their incompetence. They will dispense psychiatric diagnoses, forensic theories, and all sorts of other expert opinions when the only thing they lack is — whoops — expertise.
I am going to start to cite specific examples so I can then provide names. All I know is that, if there was ever a time when 24 hour cable news performers showed any journalistic restraint and skepticism, that is now history.
One laughable example is a CNN reporter who not only freely offers his strange guesses about what might be going on and compares one incident with another he may have covered a few years back. He also asks questions of witnesses in which he coaxes them, not to inform, but to guess, to imagine, to hypothesize. After what I saw during the Ft. Hood coverage, I am now on a mission to bring you specific examples of just how speculative a talking head can be when hyperventilation rather than reporting is the goal.
I Have Heard From One of the “Soldiers of the Selfish Revolution”©
November 5, 2009I just received this comment and wanted to share it and my response with you. Someone was trying to be amusing, and even if it is clear that comedy isn’t in his future, he does reveal the carricature of the lazy uninsured that the “soldiers of the selfish revolution”© are trying to promote.
Comment: “I agree, I smoke and over eat, I am way overweight and I just found out I have diabetes. It’s only fair rich healthy people should pay for my health care. I have the freedom to abuse myself thats being a good american. I should nit be punished with higher insurance cost just becouse I love life.”
My Response: You’ re hilarious. And with a little work on spelling and grammar you could be a real comedian.
For now I can only say that your silliness is actually very useful.
Because I have never read a more perfect description of the stereotype of the uninsured that the soldiers of the selfish revolution© would like you to believe. The picture of the uninsured that they promote is full of fat, lazy, self-destructive gluttons who want us “good people” to fund their debauchery. What pathetic nonsense. Do you really buy this?
Come to New York City and I’ll take you to some children’s health clinics and introduce you to some of these creeps. Together we’ll look for the slobs, the drunks, and the smokers. Just don’t say I didn’t warn you about your inevitable disappointment when all we find are uninsured children choking from asthma, unisured parents unable to afford life-saving medications, and kids who go to emergency rooms for an infection of some sort but who are then diagnosed with malnutrition. Really lazy creeps, huh?
By the way, you are sort of right about one thing. Our premiums are higher because of the unhealthy lifestyles people embrace. But you are looking in the wrong place: If you really want to find the overeating, drinking, and smoking, come out to the burbs and I’ll take you on a trip you’ll never forget. We’ve got eaters and drinkers and smokers by the bushel. But I warn you: They virtually all have great health insurance and big houses and big appetites and, yes, your premium is higher to partially subsidize their irresponsibility.
I’d Laugh If I Wasn’t Screaming: The Revolt of “The Soldiers of The Selfish Revolution”©
November 5, 2009Absolutely and mind-bogglingly astounding.
Today, in a compelling demonstration of just how compassionate and altruistic some people can be, thousands of people with health insurance gathered on Capitol Hill to protest a bill that would provide some coverage for those who are not covered.
What happened to the grand American tradition of at least being a little ashamed and even secretive about your selfishness? Now, apparently, you can boldly and even proudly trumpet your belief that your good fortune should not be extended to others.
I can’t believe that some of these soldiers of the selfish revolution © didn’t at least wear masks.
Yes I’m angry. But I learned a long time ago to always look for the sadness underneath my occasional ranting and raving. And this time it wasn’t hard to find: I share a country with at least some people whose social conscience ends right at the place where the needs, sometimes the desperate needs, of others have to be considered.
Listen to the wisdom of one of these anti-government misanthropes:
“It’s time to make a stand,” he said. “We want to see limited government, not more taxes put in our face. We don’t believe our health care system entirely broken. We need to slow down, stop and start over with this legislation.”
Mr. Scevola said that he had health insurance through his employer. “Kaiser Permanente,” he said proudly. “They are the best on the West Coast.”
I’m so thrilled he is happy with his coverage.
Helvetica
November 4, 2009![]()
I am the last person who expected to find a documentary about a typeface to be riveting. Yet for two years, Gary Hustwit’s documentary Helvetica has stuck with me, a brilliant examination of how typefaces worm their way into the very nature of how we perceive the world.
One result of great documentary is to reveal the significance of something that, in its very pervasiveness, was completely missed and taken for granted. Antonio Gramsci pointed out as well as anyone how much implicit ideology we miss when we take reality for granted, when we avoid looking closely at assumptions and words and symbols — and, yes, typefaces — that seem self-evident.
This is the accomplishment of Helvetica. A must for students of media, culture, design, digital culture.
Another Brilliant Coup for Pro Publica: Abuses at University of Phoenix
November 3, 2009Whether the non-profit model for investigative journalism ultimately catches fire, the best of the current non-profit organizations doing in-depth reporting is Pro-Publica. I previously called your attention to Pro Publica’s incredible cooperative reporting effort with the New York Times, written and reported by Sheri Fink, detailing the struggle for survival inside Memorial Hospital during Hurricane Katrina.
And now another: Pro-Publica reporter Sharona Coutts has written a detailed and compelling report about abuses at the University of Phoenix, the nation’s largest for-profit university that relies heavily on on-line instruction. The report details mind-boggling recruiting and financial aid abuses.
One reason I get excited about the Pro-Publica model, even though it may be short-lived, is that it is almost impossible to imagine a major media outlet covering a story like this with substantial human and financial resources. Yet it is a story that must see the light of day in an economy in which countless prospective students are desperately seeking the training they need to keep their head above water. The deceptive practices of places like the University of Phoenix must see the light of day.
Pro Publica deserves a real pat on the back.
My 12 Year-Old Daughter Gets an H1N1 Vaccination: With Gratitude to the Much Loathed Public Option
November 2, 2009
Every so often, “Media and Mayhem” focuses on the “Mayhem” part of the blog title.
For many years I have been studying how society — media, government, all institutions — operate during times of social stress. What happens when normal social norms and media practices confront catastrophe or danger? How does an atmosphere of fear affect our behavior and our attitudes? How do all the new and old media of communication respond?
A pandemic is an interesting case. It is not an event in which illness and death occur in one mass conflagration, but a series of events — millions in fact — that occur outside the lens of collective public scrutiny. In other words, you don’t see the whole thing at once.
On any given day and at any given moment, most people are feeling fine. They very well might not have seen anyone sick. Pandemic damage unfolds slowly, the cumulative effect of all these infections and deaths. The mass media will cover the worst (and all too real) atrocity tales of young children dying quickly and unexpectedly, but the massive and speedy infection of millions of people will occur quietly. No buildings explode. No planes crash. No bridges collapse. The infection spreads.
And the solutions are not the kind of visible dramatic actions that are unleashed after other kinds of catastrophes: There are no beaches to storm with troops, no fire trucks to dispatch.
There are vaccinations. Hand washing. And if symptoms occur, there is a very effective drug called Tamiflu.
So this weekend I took my 12 year-old daughter for a vaccination. I am almost embarrassed at the amount of expert opinion I sought before doing this. But after I was absolutely convinced that it was important, and after reading the most recent statistics about who was at risk (I actually am a regular reader of an outstanding government publication with the appetizing title “Mortality and Morbidity”) , we got in the car and drove to a county health department here in New Jersey.
And I still can’t believe what I encountered.
The county staff could not have been more efficient and welcoming. This was public health at its best. Long lines of children most likely to suffer serious complications from an infection were getting the vaccine. The line was moving. And I saw many seriously disabled kids whose disabilities, I was told, made them especially vulnerable to complications if they got the flu.
And wouldn’t you know that here and there people in line were using the time to rail against health care reform, to moan about the disaster that is inevitable when the government gets involved in health care. I was incredulous. Here they were, potentially protecting the lives of their children courtesy of an efficient government effort to deliver vaccine, and their response was to complain.
But this post is not about what health care reform should look like or how much government-delivered care there should be. It’s not even that much about the complaining I heard. Scared people look for scapegoats, and while I might think they are horribly misguided, I learned long ago that people concerned about a threat to their children (me too) will babble all manner of legends, folk-theories, and political propaganda.
What I did learn was the way that fear can blind people to painfully obvious facts. Who did these people think had gotten them the vaccine? Pharmaceutical companies produced it. And then thousands of much-maligned bureaucrats at federal and state agencies, schools, health departments, law enforcement agencies, and other institutions worked to get it to my daughter on October 31, 2009 at 3:00PM on a rainy Saturday.
I will not romanticize the functioning of any large institution. Logistics and organization can be messy, confusing, and occasionally negligent. It is all part of how institutions function.
But could there be anything more misguided and loony than to get angry at the involvement of government in health care at the very moment that government has delivered a dose of vaccine to your child?
To the some of the moms and dads I met Saturday : It’s natural to be afraid. It’s even natural to lash out after seeing a news report about children dying. It’s natural to channel your fear into blame. But just because its natural doesnt mean it isn’t dumb. It was one of those bureaucrats doing their job — and doing it well — that got you the vaccine.
And before you so quickly buy into the dishonest reactionary demonization of any government involvement in health care, remember the public health nurse who calmed your little one down before the vaccination.
You know which one. The nurse to the right. The smiling one. The one from the government.
In Praise of Bernard Herrmann
October 25, 2009
Ok, so I’m sitting here alone in the dark scaring myself crazy for the umpteenth time watching Hitchcock’s masterpiece Psycho.
It reminded me of a Saturday night in the early 1960s when my parents left my sister and I home for the evening — I think we were 11 and 12 — and one of the television networks actually broadcast the film. We were terrified and our parents came home to us whimpering and cowering in the corner of the living room.
The reason I stopped the film for a moment, though, is that yet again I am marvelling at the musical score by the extraodinary Bernard Herrmann.

Have a film and a musical score ever fit together so well, with such extraordinary and terrifying results? In fact, have a director and composer ever been so indispensable to each other?
Don’t laugh, but it just might be a little too dark and little too late and a little too rainy here on the east coast to turn it back on. Janet Leigh is about to be stopped by THE POLICEMAN and, if you’ve never seen the film and never seen THE POLICEMAN’S sun glasses, get some friends to keep you company and do so immediately.
Or maybe I could fast-forward past THE POLICEMAN. Let me go get a Mallomar while I decide. In fact, I think that unfinished barbecued chicken leg is still in the fridge.
Bad Biopics: Authenticity and Accuracy are Historical, Not Dramaturgical, Concepts
October 24, 2009
No shock here. The virtually unbroken string of bad biopics apparently continues with Amelia. I will see it out of almost unqualified admiration for director Mira Nair, but nothing in the many reviews I have seen suggests that the film transcends standard, tired biopic conventions.
Gus Van Sant’s “Milk” probably came the closest to reviving the whole genre. In fact, Van Sant may have fully succeeded (your call). But there are, I think, some good reasons that biopic screenplays usually stink up the house:
including every obligatory “sacred” historic moment, regardless of how well they fit into a coherent story or how true they might be
the over-investment in making sure the actors look and sound like the people they are playing. I have always felt that physical resemblance only works when the effort put into makeup, however precise, is exceeded by the even greater performance of a brilliant actor. It makes perfect sense that the two best “look-alike” performances I have ever seen were by actors who are consensus members of the pantheon — Bruno Ganz in Der Untergang and Sean Penn in Milk. )
the unavoidable hagiography
the drive to be so exhaustively complete that the story sinks from the weight of its self-conscious authority
a director so obsessed with a character that he or she seems to get lost in the confusion of who the filmmaker is and who the character is. (Kevin Spacey and Bobby Darin?) Rare but spooky.
The baffling thing here is that a great filmmaker like Mira Nair took on Amelia.
Mira Nair. The Mira Nair who made Monsoon Wedding and The Namesake. The brilliant, luminous Mira Nair.
We need to remember that authenticity and accuracy are historical, not dramaturgical, concepts.
The very best films about lives don’t take on the heavy and weighted obligation of completeness. They pick an episode in a life and, through the unfolding of events and character during that episode, reveal aspects of a complex life. Capote, Henry and June, and Downfall (Der Untergang) are three good, random examples. These films also succeed by embedding the main character in a world of comparably interesting , and maybe even more interesting, characters.
I’ll leave you with one admittedly unconventional recommendation and one worry.
Recommendation: My favorite biopic really isn’t a biopic at all. But with its crazy sensibility, hilarity, cast of grotesque characters, and overwhelming quirkiness, Tim Burton’s Ed Wood is my favorite “life-story” of them all.
Worry: Spielberg, as you may know, is doing Lincoln. I believe Liam Neeson got the part. My fear is that Lincoln’s complex, even anguished , life could be buried beneath “Private Ryan” schmaltz, expensive costumes, overwrought John Williams music, the flood of signature close-ups of Lincoln’s face, and the quest for accuracy. None of these equal compelling drama and conflict. In fact, all this nonsense often hides a lack of compelling narrative.
We’ll see.

You Must Listen to Phillip Roebuck
October 16, 2009The energy of punk with the soul of Appalachia. I have never heard anything like this.
They Found The Balloon Kid
October 15, 2009They found him. He was at home the whole time.
Let’s cut to the chase. I was a difficult little kid. But I am absolutely sure that my Mom would agree I never did anything like this.
I mean, how do you calculate the appropriate length of time to ground a kid when the offense is nothing less than scaring millions of people and mobilizing legions of rescuers? Life grounding without parole? Trying a juvenile “hider-in-a-box” as an adult?
And how much, if any, blame do you assign to the parents?
I don’t know, I don’t care, and I am finished with this topic
What a day.
Boy Floats Away in Balloon; Blogger/Professor Comes Undone
October 15, 2009
One occupational reality of someone who grapples with trauma and its media and cultural representations is that a moment of terror — I mean MY terror — is (after the worst of the shock wears off) a chance to learn about, not only myself, but about what makes terror.
I don’t want to imply that I come quickly to clinical distance. I am fully capable of feeling terror and trauma. I feel it right now and have felt it for the last hour and a half. But I long ago gave up the idea that any amount of intellectual understanding would immunize me from these or any feelings.
Please take a look at the news bulletin above that I received about an hour and a half ago from CNN. I am still shaking.
Perhaps you help me explore what variables came together — everything from the larger social context to the nature of the story to my own shtick (which of course you don’t know very well) — to give me (and now I read thousands of others) almost unbearably terrifying feelings.
The worst is over, but I am still shaky.
As of 5:25 EST, this was where the story stood.

Vincent Avenue Elementary School
October 8, 2009I have always been a collector of memories. And, as many of you already know, the digital age has made memory-collecting a very different and exciting enterprise. People are easier to find. Old photos easier to scan and share. Google “Street-View” even lets you see what a given address looks like today.
This morning I woke up thinking of Vincent Avenue Elementary School in Covina, California. I was a 6th grader there and had a teacher — John Duvanich — who was an extraordinary influence on my life.
Anyway, I checked and found out that Vincent School is no more but that it now houses a wonderful entity called The Vincent Children’s Center, with special education programs for pre-schoolers. Is that great or what?

The school was originally one of many built in the 1950s to handle the mob of baby boomers. When we all stopped booming, the school closed and then reopened to provide special education services.
When I attended, virtually no special education services were provided. The Individuals With Disabilities Education Act of 2005, with its origins in an earlier 1975 law, had not yet mandated equal treatment for the disabled. The law made The Vincent Children’s Center possible.
Given all available digital tools, this took me 10 minutes to find out.
Nice. Real nice.
Now I have to go back and visit Room 16.
Room 16. Magic.
Upton Sinclair Has Just Officially Risen from the Dead
October 4, 2009
This will be an interesting couple of weeks for the producers of ground beef.
Michael Moss has produced a masterful piece of investigative reporting in today’s Sunday New York Times entitled “The Burger That Shattered Her Life.”
If someone had told me that a meat-grinding expose was coming, I would have assumed that, since no inspection process is perfect, problems would inevitably be discovered and reported.
But I never would have expected revelations about the content of ground beef that seem drawn from Upton Sinclair’s nightmarish early 20th century muckraking classic ” The Jungle.”
I mean, we are talking about a serious “yuck-factor.”
Moss’s story is a brilliant combination of the poignant story of an individual victim embedded in a larger story about the shoddy and secretive system that was responsible for her sickness and paralysis. The story closely follows the specific lot of tainted meat that harmed the young woman from the various factories that produced it to her dinner table. It is not a pleasant journey.
This is what a great reporter can do.
The Little Known “Sheila-Rule” of Popular Music
October 4, 2009I may be dating myself , but the “Sheila Rule” is a little known principle that has guided record producers since the mid-1950s.
The rule states that, when all else fails for a recording artist or producer, record any song with a title including the name Sheila. It will be successful solely because Sheilas are inherently and magically charming .
Here is something interesting. Tommy Roe had an early 60s mega-hit with the song Pretty Sheila. But several years before, in 1957 I think, he recorded a stripped-down , garage-version of the same song for Judd records that I just found after searching for quite a while. Notice how Judd Records mispelled the name Sheila as Shelia.
Enjoy and all hail the “Sheila Rule.”
Ok, I confess. Sheila was my first love. I was 11.
A Very Strange Moment on the Letterman Show
October 2, 2009Last night, David Letterman opened his late night television with a startling account a blackmail plot. Apparently, the alleged blackmailer had information that Letterman had had sexual relations with some members of his staff and was demanding a payment of $2 million to keep silent.
I in no way want to minimize the extent to which sexual relations in the workplace have the potential, given the power of the employer to hire ands fire, to be exploitative and oppressive. It has happened in many cases and on occasion led to litigation.
However, this serious issue is not what I wanted to mention.
It is Letterman’s performance.
The video below, in which Letterman tells the whole story to his audience, is one of the most surreal things I have ever seen. Watch how long the audience takes to figure out that Letterman is not doing a comedy monologue. It seems as if, through humor, he is 1) easing his own way through a disclosure that must have been excruciating to make and 2) providing the audience with just enough levity to help them sit through a story that, if told without any irony or self-mockery, could really have been a horrifying experience.
I also find it interesting to watch because, in addition to everything else Letterman is trying to accomplish, it is clear he is also trying to walk the line between humor and horror in a way that protects what is, more than anything else, a valuable comedy franchise/brand.
Again, I point this out as a case study in high-stakes communication and rhetoric with full awareness that I am not addressing the serious questions about sexual harassment that may or may not have been at play in this case.
How does a comedian make a a painful confession in a way that minimizes the erosion of his reputation as a comedian?
This is how.
You Tube Fun Alert! A Personal Journey with Martin Scorsese Through American Movies (1995)
September 29, 2009
Now this is a treat:
Scorsese’s legendary four-hour walk through his favorite American films is now available on YouTube, in ten minute segments.
The real joy here are the many “minor” films that Scorsese suggests are worthy of attention. Ida Lupino and Sam Fuller, for example, have received much deserved attention, but wait until you hear Scorsese’s incredibly informed case.
I’m telling you: It is enormous fun watching a master filmmaker make his case for various films, even if you don’t agree with his choices.
Here is the first episode:
“I no longer shall tinker with the machinery of death”
September 16, 2009
The Lede, the main New York Times news blog, is reporting that Ohio officials were forced to halt an execution by lethal injection when — 90 minutes after it started — technicians were unable to find a usable vein. The description of the episode is horrifying, with the condemned reported to have tried to help the executioners find a vein.
As a death penalty opponent in Ohio said today:“The sentence is death, not torture plus death.”
This will almost certainly reignite the question of whether lethal injection does or does not constitute cruel and unusual punishment.
My objections go deeper, and relate to whether there is any way a death penalty can be fairly applied. I think it cannot, and I would share with you one of the most eloquent paragraphs I have ever read, an excerpt from Harry Blackmun’s dissent in Callin v. James (1994) . Blackmun argues that a fair death penalty is not possible:
From this day forward, I no longer shall tinker with the machinery of death. For more than 20 years I have endeavored…to develop…rules that would lend more than the mere appearance of fairness to the death penalty endeavor…Rather than continue to coddle the court’s delusion that the desired level of fairness has been achieved…I feel…obligated simply to concede that the death penalty experiment has failed. It is virtually self-evident to me now that no combination of procedural rules or substantive regulations ever can save the death penalty from its inherent constitutional deficiencies… Perhaps one day this court will develop procedural rules or verbal formulas that actually will provide consistency, fairness and reliability in a capital-sentencing scheme. I am not optimistic that such a day will come. I am more optimistic, though, that this court eventually will conclude that the effort to eliminate arbitrariness while preserving fairness ‘in the infliction of [death] is so plainly doomed to failure that it and the death penalty must be abandoned altogether.’ (Godfrey v. Georgia, 1980) I may not live to see that day, but I have faith that eventually it will arrive. The path the court has chosen lessen us all.”
Painting, Photograph, Synthesis, or Mutation?
September 8, 2009Today, courtesy of Andrew Sullivan’s blog “The Daily Dish,” we are treated to the work of master retoucher/airbrusher/painter Dru Blair.
I make no comment about the aesthetics or larger significance of the work, or why it was an important artistic exercise , but admit I am stunned at the astounding technical accomplishment of being able to paint a portrait that cannot be distinguished from a photograph.
It also raises yet again the question that has haunted us from antiquity: What is real? Who decides?
After seeing Blair’s work, Ill be darned if I know.
Tell you something else: It also raises the interesting question of exactly what a pixel is!
Hard Times Come Again No More
September 6, 2009Sometimes songs of grief are so fully human that they are, in their own way, joyful.
The pain can be intense, but these songs also celebrate that we have the capacity, the gift, of feeling loss as fully we do.
That’s how this beautiful, mournful song by Stephen Foster makes me feel. Sung by the wonderful McGarrigles.
Subprimed, a film by Sarah Friedland, Kahil Shkymba, and Joy Nayo Simmons
September 6, 2009
There’s joy in Mudville today.
A film, “Subprimed,” made in our MFA program at Hunter College by students Sarah Friedland, Kahil Shkymba, and Joy Nayo Simmons, under the supervision of Professors Kelly Anderson and Tom Angotti, is the subject of Jim Dwyer’s column in the New York Times, “Student Filmmakers, Not Ceasing or Desisting.”
Check out the column and read about just what this subprime crisis means for real people, living real lives on the edge, who had a dream of owning a house. And take a look at those who sought to exploit those dreams, one of whom, Mr. Makhani, is filmed offering the compassionate observation that “If the client is stupid, that’s not my problem…We’re not going to have classes to teach people how to read.”
Here are some clips from this work in progress.
Ah, just knowing that those who would hurt and exploit others are feeling some agita this morning.
The Guts To Be Proudly and Openly Nutty
September 3, 2009And we thought that fairness, open-mindedness, civility, respect and plain decency were in decline.
How could we have been so blind?
Especially when we have these parents in Texas taking such a courageous stand against the immorality and decadence and socialism of the Obama administration.
I mean, this takes guts.
The rest of us may sit here, paralyzed by cowardly fairness and respect for the presidency, constrained by old-fashioned values like civility and decency. But here’s a group of gutsy people apparently feeling no such constraints; proud to trumpet their astounding lack of even the most minimal decency.
The scariest thing is that they almost certainly have no idea how relentlessly foolish they look, these self-proclaimed “values-voters” busy imparting ”values” to their kids.
A Story of Life Inside a Hospital During Hurricane Katrina: Bravo to Pro Publica and The New York Times
September 3, 2009
A truly ground-breaking news story appeared in the Times this weekend. Done in cooperation with the non-profit nvestigative journalism group Pro Publica, and reported by A.C. Thompson and Sheri Fink, the piece describes the frenzied and painful struggle inside of a New Orleans hospital during Katrina as staff dealt with seriously ill patients.
One of the most amazing pieces of journalism about catastrophe I have ever read. And so painful to read that I had to struggle to finish it.
A must read.
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