Plan About Town

A while back I was at dinner with my family, and somehow we started discussing my mother’s intention to move out of Philadelphia in a few years. I was surprised to hear each of my siblings talk about how much they love the neighborhood we grew up in (and all live in at the moment). What surprised me was that even though I don’t really recall discussing it much with them, their reasons echoed my own — the area isn’t too crowded with automobile traffic, there are fields and trees around, and many of the stores are within walking distance. This quasi-suburbia has almost accidentally lucked into many, although not all, of the features advocated by a movement called ‘new urbanism,’ a group of urban planners and community activists working in conjunction with environmental advocates and others to combat America’s decades-long push to the suburbs.

The main argument of new urbanism is that the way we have developed our cities and suburbs over the last fifty years has been horribly inefficient, costly in both financial and psychological terms. Because the things we need and the places we go are so spread out, we spend much more time driving than before, which means we spend less time in our communities forging bonds with our neighbors or establishing an emotional connection to the area. When we do stay at home, we have fewer options for what we can do, because zoning laws and the desire for lots of living space means that the critical mass of restaurants, shops and other businesses can’t form.

Of course, whether those entail actual sacrifices is to an extent up to the individual. I can’t imagine myself not living in a city; as I’ve said elsewhere, I loved the energy that came with living in New York City, and I sometimes even harbor thoughts of moving farther into Philadelphia than Pattie and I are now. But that’s me; someone else might like solitude or quiet and find city life horrible, and I’m not about to argue that. What new urbanites and anti-sprawl advocates have increasingly pointed out, however, is that physical expansion hurts us in the pocketbook. Setting up a new housing development means that the hosting municipality will have to deliver services to that development — gas, power and sewer utilities, police, fire and emergency services, trash collection, schools, and so on. The existing local population pays for those services through increased taxes, reduced services, or both, because the developers and new residents rarely, if ever, compensate a community for the new revenue demands it creates. Continue reading “Plan About Town”

Misadventures in Marketing

Ever try to convince someone that you’re not trying to cheat them? It’s not easy. A lot of times, you do it too well and only end up convincing them that you’re too much of a “smooth talker” to be trusted anyway. How’s that for a Catch-22? It’s a position I find myself in quite a bit. You see, I work in marketing. (Stop laughing.) Just last week I spent almost an hour on the phone with a customer at my credit union trying to convince him that our current auto loan rates weren’t (in his words) “some kind of bait-and-switch thing.” After forty-five minutes of reading and re-reading the terms and conditions to him, he finally believed me. However, he was quick to add, “I still don’t trust you people” before he hung up. (FYI, he really didn’t want the loan either, he just wanted someone to explain it to him, I expect to hear from him again when we run our home equity loan special next month.) I really don’t blame people one bit for not trusting marketers. They really shouldn’t, at least not when we’re trying to sell them something.

Allow me to explain. Contrary to popular belief, all marketers aren’t heartless, soulless individuals who take extreme pleasure from the suffering of others. (If you’ve read my previous piece on telephone and Internet scams, you might think I’m switching gears on you, bear with me.) Most people who work in marketing aren’t rich, present company certainly included. For the most part, we’re just trying to make enough to pay the bills and save a little – just like everyone else. Unfortunately, thanks to the way most marketing salaries are structured, how well we eat is directly linked to how well we can convince people to like us, trust us, and of course, buy what we’re selling.

Now the law of averages says that we can’t all be lucky enough to sell great products. There just aren’t enough great products in the world. Besides, why would you pay someone to sell something that sells itself? (Think about it, when was the last time that someone had to actually talk you into a box of Girl Scouts Thin Mints?) So, much like that old lawyer joke – when the facts are on your side, argue the facts; when the law is on your side, argue the law; when you have neither, bang your fist on the table really loudly – marketers need to make up for the weaknesses in their products somehow. So what do we do? Just about anything. For those of us that can’t afford to pay Britney Spears to dress up in tight retro clothing and lip sync, this means downplaying the weaknesses any way we can, overemphasizing the strengths any way we can, and getting you to like us, any way we can (within legal limits, of course). The reason for that last one is simple: the more you like us, the less you’ll think about calling that other marketer out there who’s selling something better than ours.

Here’s where the trust comes in (or flies out the window, depending on your view): getting a customer to like you can have little or nothing to do with telling them the whole truth. I’ve been told that I’m a lousy marketer because I’m too “blatantly honest ” (Thanks, boss. Coming from you, that’s a real compliment.) My attitude is that the truth catches up with you eventually so it doesn’t make any sense to lie to or even mislead a customer. Not all marketers think that. In fact, most of the people who are far better at selling than I am will tell you that detaching yourself from this job is the key. If you empathize too much with your customer, you may end up believing that they don’t need your product, and what kind of marketer would you be then?

By now you’re probably thinking that I must have been recently fired from my marketing job or have just bought a lemon from a fast-talking used car salesman to disparage my profession like this. Neither is true. My impetus for writing this piece is this: lately there have been far too many examples of people putting their trust into products, people, and companies that have done very little to earn that trust. Moreover, when given that trust, these people and companies act in their own best interests anyway.

Now I’m not just talking about Enron here, although what happened there had as much to do with slick person-to-person marketing as it did with misinformation. (How many Enron employees testified that they didn’t ask many questions about the stock or the retirement plan because their trusted the executives?) How about your doctor? How much do you trust the advice he or she gives you? According to the Philadelphia Inquirer, pharmaceutical companies spent $16 billion in 2000 trying showering doctors’ offices with free meals, tickets, and promotional items. So when your doctor prescribes a brand name drug over a generic (a move that will cost you more in the long run), is he or she doing it because the brand name is genuinely better, or because he has a closet full of promotional items emblazoned with that drug’s name? You won’t know unless you ask. So many of the decisions that you theoretically have some say in end up being made by someone else who isn’t going by what you need, but what someone like me has told them, or, given them. Again, you don’t know until you start asking questions.

And asking is the key – it’s the most important thing to do when you’re face to face with people like me. We’ll be content to play the “trust me and be my friend” game all day if you let us. Instead, let us work for your trust. Ask every question you want to, even if it starts to annoy us. Really, we just want the sale and we aren’t going anywhere even if you are annoying. What do you care, anyway, you can find friends on your own, you certainly don’t need some schlub in an uncomfortable suit and a pasted-on grin to say that he or she is your friend.

Let’s face it, this is a consumer-driven culture. In recent months, we’ve been asked to prove our faith in the “American way” not by being more active citizens, but by being more active consumers (and don’t think we at TINN are not a little irked at that bit of irony). But there’s a big difference between faith and blind faith. My advice (and take it for what you think it’s worth because I do sell financial services for a living, after all): take advantage of the freedom you have to be as darn suspicious as you want to be.

Finnaticism

Rock music is rife with siblings, ranging from the Everly Brothers to Heart’s Wilson sisters to the Kemp brothers of Spandau Ballet. And then there’s the enduring, if somewhat more obscure, legacy of New Zealand’s Finn brothers, veterans of such acts as Split Enz, Crowded House and – finally – just themselves.

Neil and Tim Finn have carved out their own little niche in the pantheon of singer/songwriters, each turning out music with a very distinct character, and each gathering a loyal fan base. Tim’s music often bounces along with a wistful, whimsical flavor, but he’s also turned out some quite interesting, refreshingly un-clichèd ballads since launching his solo career. Neil’s music shows its Lennon & McCartney-inspired roots vividly, with unexpected chord changes, harmonies and experimental instrumentation aplenty; yet the younger Finn seldom turns out anything that sounds like Beatles pastiche, with literate lyrics that manage to be both heartfelt and stream-of-consciousness at the same time, and a way with angst-heavy ballads that no one else has been able to match.

Both brothers’ solo careers are almost proceeding along parallel tracks – they have nearly instant name recognition in Australia, New Zealand, Canada, the U.K. and Europe, and yet they’ve all but stalled in gaining U.S. recognition, their latest solo releases appearing on tiny indie labels. This is surprising, given that Neil Finn was the man responsible for Crowded House’s “Don’t Dream It’s Over,” a 1986 hit that climbed to #2 on the Billboard charts. The uninitiated might be tempted to write that off as a one-hit wonder, but the real story behind the Finn brothers stretches back 30 years – and at least as many hits. They’re just hits that American radio hasn’t taken on board. Continue reading “Finnaticism”

Hitting the Links

I’ve joked in the past about the time I waste on my PC. I’m not going to say I’ve gotten any better at that, especially since I recently resumed my foolhardy quest to play all 32,000 variations of FreeCell. (I’m up to 322. Please send food.) That said, I really wouldn’t call a lot of my time online a waste. I thought it might be worthwhile to take a tour through my bookmarks and discuss some of the resources I use on the web. This list is by no means exhaustive.

Yahoo!: I use my customized Yahoo page as my home page. I can get the headlines from any number of news services, including Reuters, the AP, and ABC News, along with a weather report for Philadelphia, video and DVD release info, and scores for professional and college sports teams. I track my investment portfolio here — and boy, hasn’t that been fun the last two years! Last but not least, I can add up to three daily comic strips to the page. Right now I have Doonesbury, Fox Trot and Non Sequitur.

Philly.com: The Philadelphia Inquirer and Daily News have their websites here. I’m less than thrilled with the recent redesign, which seems to be consistent throughout Knight Ridder/RealCities sites. But I read my hometown papers for free on days when I don’t buy a Daily News for the subway, so I can’t argue. The last year I lived in New York, this link to home was a life saver.

Google: Search engine of the gods. Now it even has a comprehensive database of Usenet postings. I rarely bother with the Yahoo! Search feature on my home page, because it usually sends me here anyway.

TheStreet.com and RealMoney.com: I am something of a financial news junkie, and this is probably my favorite site for such info. TheStreet is primarily a straight news site, but it also has a decent personal finance section, with a lot of mutual fund-related interviews and information, plus tax tips and other information. There’s also some commentary, although the bulk of that is found on the subscription-based RealMoney. I know I have nowhere near the right psychological or intellectual profile to do the kind of stock trading that is the focus of RealMoney, but I find the window to the minds of the people that do to be fascinating. Plus, technology columnist Jim Seymour often has some nifty nuggets on personal tech.

I used to read The Motley Fool, but they made their message board subscription-based, and I decided that was money I could spend better elsewhere. Without that, there wasn’t much reason to visit the Fool, because I’ve found that their staff writers make too many mistakes and don’t really offer much in the way of useful analysis — the best stuff was contributed by the message board posters. (In fact, the Not News forums were in large part inspired by the Fool community.) I’ve also made use of the personal finance tools at Quicken.com, but I don’t spend as much time there as I used to. When I finish my Ph.D. and get a job, that’ll probably change as I have to make decisions about retirement planning, home purchasing, and so on.

CNN.com: I supplement the headlines from my home page here, and catch the occasional editorial, analysis, or review as well. It’s a good spot for breaking news, and their sports section — with writers from Sports Illustrated — is pretty good. Ah, corporate synergy at work!

ESPN.com: On the other hand, I satisfy 75% of my sports info cravings here, especially during baseball season. Columnist Rob Neyer has an almost-daily column that’s a must-read for me. Neyer is a ‘sabermetrician,’ someone who does a lot of statistical research and analysis on baseball. As a result, he tends to challenge the conventional wisdom much of the time, to the consternation of traditionalists. And you know how much I enjoy challenging tradition based on empirical research. ESPN also lured Jayson Stark away from the Philadelphia Inquirer; Stark is probably the first sportswriter I knew by name, and I’ve loved his sense of humor and the absurd since I was nine. The site does quite well with sports other than baseball, of course, and I like the irreverent humor present in their ‘Page 2‘ section.

The Digital Bits: If I want info or reviews on upcoming DVDs, I go here. End of story. (Except for the moment, because they’re changing servers.)

The Brunching Shuttlecocks: This site doesn’t update as often as I wish it did, but when it does it’s usually funny. Some very intelligent satire along with some silly but fun stuff. And I usually enjoy the Self-Made Critic‘s move reviews.

Salon: I paid for a premium membership to the site, but I admit I don’t go there as often as I probably should. They have some very nice A&E and political reporting and analysis, even if I don’t always agree with their outlook. (I find this to be more an issue with the A&E reviews than the political stuff, but that may be because I’m more selective in the political analysis I read.) I have to give the site credit for making me aware of Arianna Huffington’s latest writings; I find her current not-Republican-but-not-really-Democrat-either outlook to be rather thought provoking, and she has the guts to say when she has rethought her position on an issue.

Amazon: Not only are we an Amazon affiliate, not only are they a great resource for comparison shopping, and not only is the free-shipping-on-orders-over-99-bucks offer too good to pass up, but their Look Inside feature has been a life saver. I was doing some bibliographic research for my dissertation proposal, and none of the research databases I access through the library page at Temple University (which is itself normally quite helpful) were giving me the info I needed. I was able to look up a couple of current books in the field and read some of the opening chapters, plus check out the indexes. Very cool feature.

Comics Newsarama: One of the better daily sources for news and features on the comic book industry. For reviews, I check out Randy Lander and Don MacPherson’s The Fourth Rail and Paul O’Brien’s The X-Axis every week. For general discussion, the occasional hot tip, and hobnobbing with folks in the biz, I hang out at the Warren Ellis Forum. (Editor’s Note: Some links in this section have been altered/removed as out of date.)

The Weather Channel
: Yeah, it’s wrong more often than not, it seems, but it’s still nice to get some idea of what’s on the way, and this way I don’t have to watch local TV news.

TheLogBook.com: I write for this site fairly regularly, and its webmaster Earl Green is a contributor here. So if you like anything either of us have to say, you should check it out.

Stop Us If You’ve Seen This Before

Back in December a group of writers on the Warren Ellis Forum were bemoaning the cliched dialogue that runs through so many fiction projects. Jay Faerber said, “I just always get annoyed when I see obvious I-learned-this-by-watching-too-much-TV dialogue. Like whenever you give someone CPR, you have to say ‘Breathe, dammit!’ or ‘Don’t you die on me!'” The ever-brilliant Gail Simone joked that these complaints put a crimp in her plans to publish a DON’T YOU DIE ON ME miniseries, and soon the thread was nearly derailed by dialogue-cliches-transformed-into-titles.

Never one to leave a good idea alone, Kevin and Dave spent a morning on IM running the concept into the ground. Considering that half of these seem to have made it into the ads for We Were Soldiers, we figured we’d share the results with you.

DT: I found the book I was looking for, by the way. It was under my copy of YOU’VE NEVER FOUGHT FOR ANYTHING IN YOUR LIFE NOW LIVE, DAMMIT, LIVE.

KO: Was it anywhere near NO, TAKE ME INSTEAD?

DT: No, that was on the shelf next to WE’RE ONLY GOING TO GET ONE CHANCE AT THIS.

KO: Wasn’t that the sequel to MEET YOUR NEW PARTNER?

DT: No, you’re thinking of IT’S TIME TO SHOW THESE PUNKS WE MEAN BUSINESS. Unless I’m getting that confused with I DON’T PLAY BY THE RULES.

KO: Didn’t that have a crossover with LEAVE THE GIRL OUT OF THIS, YOUR QUARREL’S WITH ME?

DT: Yeah, along with IT’S TIME WE SETTLED THIS ONCE AND FOR ALL. I ALWAYS KNEW IT WOULD COME TO THIS was a tie-in, there, I think.

KO: OK, the trilogy. The one that started with SO YOU’RE THE ONE BEHIND ALL THIS and LET’S GIVE HIM SOMETHING TO REMEMBER US BY.

DT: Yeah, none of them were as good as HE MAY BE CRAZY, BUT HE’S THE BEST DAMN DOCTOR I’VE EVER SEEN.

KO: I dunno. HERE’S YOUR AUTHORIZATION! was pretty good. But not as good as IT’S A CRAZY PLAN, BUT IT JUST MIGHT WORK.

DT: Well, really, what is? Except possibly THIS IS WHAT I’VE BEEN SEARCHING FOR MY WHOLE LIFE.

KO: Ah, yes, by the author of YOU’RE THE BEST THING THAT’S EVER HAPPENED TO ME.

DT: Part of the I NEVER KNEW I COULD FEEL THIS WAY series.

KO: My personal favorite, though, is probably SO… WE MEET AGAIN.

DT: A classic, like I HAVE PEOPLE IN THERE and HEAR THAT, FELLAS? WE’RE GOIN’ HOME.

KO: And who can forget LET’S EVEN THE SCORE? Or IT’S PUNKS LIKE YOU THAT GET GOOD SOLDIERS KILLED?

DT: I thought that was derivative of WHATEVER YOU DO, STAY WHERE YOU ARE, I’M ON MY WAY.

KO: Well, that itself was lifted almost directly from JUST BUY ME SOME TIME, I HAVE AN IDEA.

DT: Really? If anything, I thought it was inspired by I NEVER SHOULD HAVE LEFT HIM.

KO: It definitely shared themes with that, as well as YOU’RE MEDDLING IN FORCES YOU CAN’T POSSIBLY BEGIN TO UNDERSTAND. Which, as you know, was a stale rehash of LET’S SPLIT UP.

DT: The follow up to I DON’T BUY ANY OF THAT NONSENSE.

KO: Wasn’t that a spinoff of WHY SHOULD I TRUST YOU?

DT: Either that or HOW DO I KNOW YOU’RE TELLING ME THE TRUTH, I can’t remember.

KO: No, I think that was a spinoff of SO THIS WHOLE TIME YOU’VE BEEN LYING TO ME?

KO: Or was it THAT SON OF A BITCH KILLED MY PARTNER?

DT: That wasn’t I’M NOT GOING ANYWHERE UNTIL I GET SOME ANSWERS?

KO: Yeah, that’s it. By the creator of WHO’S INVOLVED? I WANT NAMES. And SO YOU WERE IN ON THIS TOO, HUH?

DT: And I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN YOU’D BE WRAPPED UP IN THIS.

KO: Didn’t he share credit with someone on THIS IS WAY BIGGER THAN YOU and THIS GOES ALL THE WAY TO THE TOP?

DT: Right, and YOU’RE IN WAY OVER YOUR HEAD ON THIS ONE.

KO: OK, so who was the co-creator? Was it the guy who did DON’T DO IT, IT’S NOT WORTH IT?

DT: No, YOU’RE IN WAY OVER YOUR HEAD was the guy that did NEVER THOUGHT I’D SEE YOU AROUND HERE AGAIN.

KO: I’ve loved his work ever since THE CHIEF’S NOT GONNA LIKE THIS and IF YOU DON’T STOP THIS CRAZY SHIT, THE COMMISSIONER’S GONNA HAVE MY ASS.

DT: Ever since he broke in as a production assistant on THIS COULD BE JUST THE BREAK WE’VE BEEN WAITING FOR, you knew he was gonna hit big.

KO: Yeah. I think my favorite of his was SOMEDAY YOU’RE GONNA SLIP UP. AND WHEN YOU DO, I’LL BE THERE.

DT: It’s kind of sad that we’ve been at it this long, and we haven’t even mentioned SHE’S THE ONLY THING I EVER REALLY GAVE A DAMN ABOUT.

KO: Are you kidding? That was nowhere near as good as EVER SINCE SHE LEFT HIM, HE JUST HASN’T BEEN THE SAME.

DT: Well, you’re probably right, but SHE’S THE ONLY THING paved the way for EVER SINCE SHE LEFT HIM, not to mention EVERYTHING WAS FINE, UNTIL YOU CAME ALONG.

KO: Good point. Though I thought EVERYTHING WAS FINE was kind of ruined by its sequel, THEN SHE CAME ALONG, AND CHANGED MY LIFE FOREVER. Though the creator redeemed himself with ARE YOU CRAZY? YOU’RE GOING TO GET US BOTH KILLED.

DT: Yeah, but that wasn’t the original creative team on THEN SHE SAME ALONG — that was the same hacks that did ONLY ONE OF US IS GETTING OUT HERE ALIVE.

KO: Those guys. I knew they were bad news ever since LOOK, KID, I GOTTA WORK WITH YOU, BUT THAT DOESN’T MEAN I GOTTA LIKE YOU.

DT: And I’M ONLY GOING TO SAY THIS ONCE. Ugh.

KO: Well, that was Shakespeare compared to IF WE GET OUT OF THIS ALIVE, I’M GOING TO KILL YOU.

DT: Which itself was a barely disguised remake of YOU’LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE.

KO: But that at least gave the star of LOOK, THAT’S ALL I KNOW, I’M TELLING YOU THE TRUTH his start.

DT: Yeah, and without that we probably never would have gotten IT’S ABOUT TIME SOMEONE DID SOMETHING ABOUT IT.

KO: Or I CAN’T DO THIS WITHOUT YOU.

DT: We might have avoided WE CAN’T GO BACK TO THE WAY THINGS USED TO BE, though.

KO: Yeah. That, and EVER SINCE THAT DAY, THINGS JUST HAVEN’T BEEN THE SAME BETWEEN US. But I did like WE’VE COME THIS FAR, AND I’M NOT ABOUT TO TURN BACK NOW.

DT: I wish the star had just stayed focused on GET OUT OF MY WAY AND LET ME SAVE THIS PATIENT.

KO: But at least he gave it his all in SO I BROKE A FEW REGULATIONS. I GOT RESULTS, DIDN’T I? Along with the girl from SHE’S GONE, AND I’LL NEVER FORGIVE MYSELF.

DT: True. And their reteaming in NOW, WE’LL NEVER KNOW was well worth it.

KO: I think something like THE TRUTH WILL DIE WITH YOU could have been well served by a pairing like that.

DT: Absolutely. The guy from COME OUT HERE AND FIGHT ME LIKE A MAN gave it all he had, but he just shouldn’t have been with the gal from NOTHING’S GOING TO HOLD ME BACK NOW.

KO: He was much better in LET’S FINISH THIS, RIGHT NOW, YOU AND ME. And she was pretty good in I WOULD HAVE GIVEN YOU EVERYTHING.

DT: Were either of them in WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO DO SOMETHING WITH YOUR LIFE?

KO: No, you’re thinking of the little-known I CAN’T STAY IN THIS TOWN FOREVER.

DT: Right, right. Was that connected to ALL YOU’VE EVER DONE IS HOLD ME BACK?

KO: Well, they had the same script doctor, but I suspect you’re thinking of I’M NOT LIKE YOU, DAD, I WAS NEVER LIKE YOU.

DT: Or maybe I CAN’T BE WHAT YOU WANT ME TO BE?

KO: Wait, that’s it. NOTHING WAS EVER GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU comes to mind as well.

DT: Do you have a copy of YOU? BUT I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD!?

KO: No, but I’ve got I CAN’T STOP THINKING ABOUT HER, which is by the same guy.

DT: That’s OK. I’m still trying to get through THIS ISN’T SOME KIND OF GAME.

KO: Ah, the sequel to THIS IS JUST A BIG GAME TO YOU, ISN’T IT?

DT: Is that as good as I’M JUST HERE TO GET A JOB DONE?

KO: I wouldn’t be so obsessed with it if it weren’t. But as much as it pains me to admit it, it’s really not as good as LOOK, YOU JUST STAY OUT OF MY WAY AND I’LL STAY OUT OF YOURS, GOT IT?

DT: Which was nice launch for the career of the star of YOU CALL THAT JUSTICE?

KO: A brilliant start to the YOU CALL THAT series, following up with YOU CALL THAT LOVE? and YOU CALL THAT DEMOCRACY? and of course the Australian version, YOU CALL THAT A KNIFE?

Be Mused

Editor’s Note: This essay was originally written and published in January 1998 as part of a series. Visit theLogBook.com for part one, and then bug Earl here on the forums for the still-unpublished part three.

From time to time I’ll run into someone who asks me what I do. Simple – I write and produce promos and commercials. Scriptwriting, filmmaking, and occasionally a smidgeon of voice acting all in one. Not a bad package. Until this hypothetical someone – not entirely hypothetical, though – says “Oh, so basically, you sold out.”

You betcha.

Be prepared to hear this line of total B.S. if you plan on extending your creativity into your professional life. Trust me – you will hear it at least once.

Aside from my perhaps too-pragmatic belief that the satisfaction of a full stomach beats the romance of a bohemian freelance-artist lifestyle any day of the week, let’s get one thing out in the open, friends. And this may very well be the moment at which you decide to keep traveling down this road…or back up to take the other exit you just passed.

The moment you make the arts or the media your profession, you are being exploited.

Go back. Read it again. I’m not joking.

You are being exploited. You are allowing yourself to be exploited. It is what you do.

Think about our society. Teachers struggle to keep food on the table, their meager reward for teaching our children. Members of the military, in return for waiting for opportunities to protect our borders – opportunities which may never actually arise in their lifetimes – are lucky to break even. Police officers try to make ends meet…a paltry compensation for their profession, which may be called upon to make sure that the rest of us do not meet our end.

Where is the money in western society?

Recently, NBC renewed the Warner Bros. hour-long hospital drama ER for a staggering, history-making (and, I fear, history-breaking) $13 million an episode.

Until now, million-dollar-per-job fees have only been commanded by major film stars. Now, there’s a good chance it will become de rigeur for television actors as well.

These people aren’t being paid millions to educate your kids. They’re not leaping in front of you to keep a random bullet from kissing you. They’re not even poised for action should a hostile international power try to challenge territorial rights or common sense.

These people are sitting around, eating free catered food, smoking a lot, and pretending to be teachers, police officers, soldiers, and, yes, doctors.

In our society, despite the NEA’s gloomy prediction of what will happen without federal grants, we throw our money – liberally – in the direction of the arts. Think about how much movies and music cost. Books are rising in price. Artwork, even when reproduced for mass consumption, isn’t getting any cheaper. That’s where the money is. (Well, there is medicine and law, but this isn’t a series of essays about medicine and law, is it?) Continue reading “Be Mused”

Disrespect Authority

“Who do you trust? And who do you serve?”

Crusade opening credits, written by J. Michael Straczynski

One of the things I like about Straczynski, he asks good questions. In a perceived time of crisis, when our leaders make demands and requests of us, these are particularly apt. To whom do we give the moral authority to guide or dictate our actions? How much authority are we prepared to give to them? To answer these questions accurately, we need to understand ourselves and the nature of our relationship to those in authority. Unfortunately, based on a significant psychological experiment, that understanding is often lacking.

Yale professor Stanley Milgram conducted his initial experiment in the 1960s, using newspaper ads and mail solicitations to collect a group of volunteers for what he claimed was an experiment to test the effect of pain and negative reinforcement on memory. The researcher administering the test told each volunteer that there would be two subjects for each test, one ‘teacher’ and one ‘learner.’ The learner would try to memorize a set of word pairs, then attempt to match a word with its correspondent. Each time the learner got an answer wrong, the teacher would administer an electric shock, with each shock 15 volts stronger than the previous one. The two roles would be randomly assigned to the two subjects by a drawing, after which the learner was strapped into a chair to receive the shocks, and the teacher was brought into a control room with the researcher. Continue reading “Disrespect Authority”

Flying by the (Sassy) Seat of My Pants

Last month Pattie discussed some of the things she has encountered as we anxiously and excitedly await the arrival of our impending bundle of joy/all night alarm clock.

This month, it’s my turn.

Those of you who have kids know this, but child-raising technology has advanced leaps and bounds over the course of the twentieth and twenty-first centuries. As parents, you are not expected merely to love your children, feed them, clothe them, keep them from harm, and pass on your values and knowledge. Rather, you are expected to obtain a ton of items that will, allegedly, make the lives of you and your child more convenient, more fulfilling, happier, and healthier, and possibly give you whiter teeth and fuller hair, although I’m less sure about those last two.

This is not really a great situation for us, because Pattie and I are big planners. We research, cross check, cross reference, cross out, and so on until we’re cross eyed, at which point we either a) act on our brilliantly-thought-out plan or b) get thrown for a loop by some crazy, insignificant last-minute detail — I’ll let you guess which happens more often. So, once the new year rolled around and we realized we’re at about three months to go and counting, we realized it was time to roll up our sleeves and start planning.

My God.

We tried to start with the big stuff, like the crib. The good news is, cribs are very heavily regulated, because pretty much everyone recognizes that the place where an incredibly fragile baby is going to sleep ought to be just about the safest damn piece of furniture ever built, so that makes the process a little easier. However, there is no shortage of crib options, and the price of a good crib can go from $250 to $600 or even higher. You can get cribs that convert to toddler beds or even into headboards for twin beds; we hope to reuse the crib down the road, so we weren’t interested in those options. You also can get cribs that match a certain style of furniture, which means you have to decide if you’re going to one set of furniture for the nursery and then replace that when the baby grows up and gets a ‘kid’s room,’ or if you’re going to pick a furniture style from the start and add to it as the child’s needs change.

And of course there’s a whole different set of issues to consider in selecting other furniture, which isn’t quite as heavily regulated. This is where you, as the expectant parent, must dig deep into your memory for all the harebrained stunts you pulled as a child and try to imagine how your kid will try to improve upon them, and then try to select furniture that will stand up to these shenanigans. Also, while it seems like with cribs there is a wide disparity in price but relatively little in quality, the opposite seemed to hold true with the other furniture — dresser/hutch combinations all seemed to clock in at around the $1000 mark, even though some seemed very solid and others were basically pre-fab put-it-together-yourself items. What to buy, and from whom to buy it, and for how long to plan to keep it after we bought it? We had diagrams and maybe even flowcharts at this point, and eventually decided to buy a dresser and hutch that the baby will be able to keep using; we’ll add a bed and a desk down the line. This decision, of course, raised the question of whether we should buy the crib that matched the dresser.

At this point I have to give kudos to the staff at Karl’s in Philadelphia, the folks from whom we planned to order the dresser. I called up the person who’d been helping us and said, “What’s the difference between the $550 crib from the same furniture line as the dresser, and a $300 crib I can get from the local Babies R Us?” I liked this salesperson and this store a great deal, since they’re knowledgeable, they’re incredibly nice, and they have a terrific selection, and to be honest I wanted her to sell me on the $550 crib — I wanted to give her the business. She came right out and said, “Really the only difference is that the crib will match the rest of the furniture, and if that’s not important to you, go for the other crib.” Fortunately, we were able to buy a less expensive crib from Karl’s, and everyone went home happy.

Until we realized that we had only scratched the surface. Sure, the baby had a place to sleep now, but what about feeding? What about traveling? What about sheets for the crib we had just painstakingly selected? We got a couple checklists from various stores, and then put our own together and started looking for answers. We spent an hour or two just researching the first item — bottles, for crying out loud. Do we want the ones with the liners, or do we want the plain bottles? If we want the plain bottles, do we want an angled one or a straight one? If we want the liners, do we want bags or a hard plastic liner? I looked through reviews on Amazon, but for every parent who raved about a certain bottle, another claimed that it always spilled and her baby had horrible gas.

To take a break from the bottle imbroglio, I looked ahead on one of the checklists, and saw ‘Sassy Seat.’ That was the breaking point. “What the devil is a Sassy Seat?” I asked whomever I could find on Instant Messenger, none of whom were parents. “And do I need one?” As it turns out, the Sassy Seat is apparently a seat manufactured by the Sassy company, which is designed as a high chair that attaches itself to the table and allows the child to sit with everyone else, and use whatever food and other implements are within reach to transform the table into a work of modern art. I’m not sure how that brand name became a generic term, but then I’ve discovered that the baby industry is always throwing new terms at us. ‘Playpen’ is apparently no longer in vogue, having been replaced by ‘pack-n-play’ or, even better, ‘playard,’ even though an artificial structure that keeps the child in a relatively small confined space reminds me a heck of a lot more of a ‘pen’ than a ‘yard,’ but I didn’t know what a Sassy Seat was, so clearly no one wants my input on this issue. Which is just as well, because we still are trying to find a diaper bag that would not be out of place during a night on the town, which means I have to hurry up and shop for the formal burp cloths. Catch you later.

Dancing About Architecture

Writing about music, said Elvis Costello, is like dancing about architecture. Extra points go to whoever can figure out what the hell that means, and further points go to whoever can get me a sample of the clearly potent and very likely lysergic acid-soaked hashish Costello was smoking just before he said it.

Here’s the best guess: Costello is implying that it’s impossible to use one art form to convey the messages of another; just as one can’t execute a pirouette reminiscent of, say, the Sears Tower, one can’t write an essay or an article or a review that adequately conveys the nuances of tone and lyric and scale. If you think this makes sense, remember that Costello also once thought putting Daryl Hall and John Oates in one of his videos would be the epitome of hipness.

If it’s not already too obvious, I should note that I don’t agree with the fatalistic, don’t-bother nature of what Costello said (he said it as part of a greater speech I can’t recall right now verbatim). If we assume that writing is art just as music, dance and architecture are, we can assume that writing can draw its inspiration from similar sources. And while each art form represents that inspiration differently, I think it’s possible to convey similar emotions and ideas that

“But Kev,” you’re saying, “isn’t this supposed to be a music article and not a philosophy article? Also, shouldn’t you have some pants on?”

As to the first question: Yes, and I’m about to get on with it. As to the second: Mind your own damn business. Continue reading “Dancing About Architecture”

Defensible Discrimination?

My father, like me, has spent his life on the “color line” — appearing to be black, Hispanic, white or some undecipherable combination of the three. Also, like me, he never knows what race or ethnicity people will perceive him to be. He has long since ceased to care. These days, he drives a white SUV — not a flashy one but not an inexpensive one either. Recently, he and his SUV became the “darlings” of the local police in his Queens, NY neighborhood. In the course of a single week, he was pulled over four times by police. In one instance, he had not even had time to put his registration away before he heard the sirens wailing behind him again. In none of these instances did he receive a ticket or even a warning from the police. They simply asked to see his license and registration, inspected the vehicle, and sent him on his way.

Finally, one officer, as an afterthought when he handed my father back his license, mentioned that drug dealers favored SUVs. Now my dad is a very laid back kind of guy (he could not have stay married to my mother for over thirty years if he wasn’t) and when he relayed this strange tale to me several months ago, he seemed almost disinterested. Then I asked him if he thought it was some kind of racial profiling. He gave me a knowing look, shrugged, and replied, “It was some kind of profiling.” Did I mention my dad is himself a former cop? Continue reading “Defensible Discrimination?”