Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Watching the mail

We have prospective tenants who have expressed a desire to move into our Thorntown house on Jan. 1.

They presumably signed a rental contract and gave a check for us to a local Realtor and both documents are supposedly in the mail to us as I write this.

Like everything else, I'll believe it when I see it but I am allowing myself to be guardedly optimistic that we can stave off financial disaster.

The deposit and monthly rent are slightly less than the monthly house payment, but this comes at a time when the heating season is beginning and we are loathe to add an Indiana gas bill to our monthly financial burden.

Even so, I'm going to have to call Maria's parents one of these days soon and ask them to turn on the furnaces (one for upstairs and one for downstairs) to keep the water pipes from freezing between now and the end of the year.

The couple has four daughters and inexplicably wanted to remove the shower from the downstairs bathroom to accommodate their side-by-side washer and dryer. Their remodeling plans for our house also include replacing the vanity sink in that bathroom with a pedestal sink, painting the kitchen (which I repainted a few weeks before we moved), removing wallpaper from the dining room and a couple of other rooms and painting the walls. We agreed to everything but the shower removal, recalling how valuable it was when Maria's kids lived with us. We left our stacked washer-dryer unit in the downstairs bathroom and it goes with the house, so they might as well use it.

We also stipulated that they are paying for the changes they plan.

They asked for access to the house two weeks prior to move-in to do the work they plan and we agreed. We'll be up there for Christmas on the weekend of Dec. 21 and will get a chance to see what they're doing.

I have to admit it makes me a little uneasy when tenants are so presumptuous as to want to make major changes in a house that does not belong to them. It's not hard for me to envision a very bad end to this relationship, but we're run out of options.

Indianapolis Star employees can "volunteer" to be fired

building The Star Building - note upside down flag.

 

From: "Kane, Michael G (Indianapolis)"

Date: Tue, 4 Nov 2008 18:46:16 -0500

To: Messages to INI

Conversation: Voluntary Severance Offer

Subject: Voluntary Severance Offer

 

November 4, 2008

TO: Star Employees

FR: Michael G. Kane

RE: Voluntary Severance Offer

The continuing decline in the economy overall and in the business conditions affecting our newspaper in particular requires a reduction in our expenses. You may have heard recently that across the Community Publishing Division, newspapers will be reducing payroll expenses by approximately 10%.

Along with my department heads, I am reviewing all aspects of our operations here at The Star to determine where additional jobs can be eliminated. Those job eliminations are expected to take place in early December, although special circumstances may dictate deferring the effective date a few weeks. Of course, those whose jobs are eliminated will receive severance, which will be one week of pay for each completed year of service, with a minimum of two weeks of severance and a maximum of 26 weeks of severance.

If any employee wishes to be voluntarily considered for this severance, you may submit your name to James Keough, Vice President of Human Resources, no later than noon on Tuesday, November 11, 2008. You would receive the same severance and should expect to depart along the same timetable. Of course, we must also work to preserve our operational strength as we go forward with this process, so I cannot guarantee that anyone who volunteers will be accepted, but your offer will seriously be considered.

Michael

Still Embarrassed to be a Journalist

Back on Oct. 27, I posted a column by ABC News tech columnist Michael S. Malone about how hideously biased the mainstream media had become in covering the presidential election campaign. I didn't know it at the time, but I was participating in a spontaneous movement to circulate Malone's thoughts and amplify his message that the mainstream broadcast and print media had become ex officio mouthpieces for Barack Obama.

Here's what Malone has to say about that column and its aftermath.

By Michael S. Malone

There’s nothing like writing the (momentarily) hottest column in the country to get a sense of the changing balance of power between the traditional and the new media.

Two weeks ago, in my ABCNews.com column, I took off on a brief tangent from my usual technology and business orientation to instead discuss what I saw as shocking bias by the mainstream media - in particular, television network news, newspapers and newsmagazines - in its coverage of the Presidential campaign.

What happened next is, I think, an interesting glimpse into the dynamics of the traditional and digital media now, nearly a decade into the new century, and a dozen years after the widespread cultural adoption of the Internet.

I began writing my ABCNews.com column during the Dot-com Bubble of 1999.  And I’ve been writing it, week in and week out, in good times and bad, for nearly a decade now.  Hundreds of columns, in fact - by a factor of about three the longest single writing gig of my professional career.  And over that time I’ve learned a lot about both column writing and the new media world.  I’ve learned that you can carefully craft a thoughtful column . . .and have nobody read it.  And you can dash out a column just to meet your deadline . . . and set the world on fire.  I’ve learned how to momentarily goose one’s readership (slam Apple Computer) and how to lose it (write about semiconductors).  And I’ve learned that sometimes that one solitary reader out there who understands what you’ve tried to say is worth hundreds who don’t.

The genesis of my media bias column began with a conversation.  Last summer, with two other Valley veterans, I started an on-line tech-business newspaper called Edgelings.com.  This being a virtual enterprise, each morning the three of us hold an editorial meeting over the phone.  Needless to say, it being election season, the conversation often turned to politics - a touchy subject, as one of my partners was an Obama supporter, the other was for McCain.  For my part, I try not to talk about politics.

But one morning I found myself interjecting, “Well, one thing we can agree on is that the mainstream media is more one-sided and biased than we’ve ever seen it.  I’m ashamed of my profession right now.”

I had never really verbalized that before, but it had certainly been on my mind, especially after perusing the most recent issue of Newsweek, a magazine I’d read since childhood, but which was now so obviously in the tank for Sen. Obama that I swore, on ethical reasons alone, to never read it again.

At midnight a few days later, once again as always up on deadline, after seeing the kids and the pets to bed and saying goodnight to my wife, I sat at the computer in my home office, wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and wrote my column on media bias.  The words, as they sometimes do (in good columns and bad) poured out, suggesting that I had already been composing the piece in my unconscious.  I tried to write from the heart, and at the same time not come down politically on one side or the other - but just to call for balanced, unbiased reporting from my peers.

I finished at 1:15 a.m., filed the piece and went to bed.  At the time I had only two concerns:  that there wasn’t enough tech in the column, and that it was about 200 words too long.  In the morning, once I was sure it was up on ABCNews.com, I also posted it on Edgelings, and scheduled it to also be carried on our media partner, Pajamas Media.  And that was that.  When I checked in at noon, there were about thirty reader comments on ABC and about the same number on Edgelings.  I had no emails from friends about it - which most often happens when I write an editorial for the Wall Street Journal.  So, I basically shrugged, filed the column away in my mind as a moderate success, and then went about my day.

Then all hell broke loose.

What happened next is a lesson not only in the growing power of certain key nodes in the blogosphere, but also the surprisingly enduring cultural strength of the traditional media.

The column seemed to strike a chord in readers, particularly Republicans, for whom the obvious bias of media coverage of the campaign was a growing source of anger.   The first major site to pick up the story was Charles Johnson’s Little Green Footballs.  Because I could track link-backs through Edgelings, I spotted the story on LGF within minutes of its appearance . . .and watched in amazement as the number of comments quickly grew into the hundreds - the fastest reader response cycle I’ve ever seen.

Meanwhile, the number of comments on Edgelings, no doubt powered by LGF, blew past 100 faster than any story we’d ever written.  Then, just as the attention began to level off, the most powerful one-man blogger on the planet, Glenn Reynolds at Instapundit, linked to the story.  Glenn has often linked to my column . . . and each time produced what blogospheres call an ‘instalanche” - a sudden and massive spike of traffic.  ABC loves them, as do I.  But this time, Reynolds linked to the Edgelings version, and now the comments there blew past three hundred and climbing (it would finish at 450), while traffic skyrocketed.

While all of this was going on, the blogosphere was lighting up as well.  Scores of blogs, some of them in other countries, now began to comment on my column, many drawing their own collections of comments and reader debates.  But now, for the first time, I also began to see the power of the traditional media when it came to conferring credibility.  As much as what I actually said, what seemed to matter most to many of these bloggers was who I was when I said it:  Mike Malone, of that embodiment of the traditional media, ABC.  I was variously described as a ‘liberal reporter’ who had seen the light, and (briefly on my Wikipedia page) a “right wing journalist”.  I suspect that most of these writers visualized me sitting in some newsroom at ABC headquarters in New York, heroically taking on the media overlords around me - not a middle-aged guy sitting in his den in California.

Many noted the disclaimer at the end of my column (”This is the opinion of the columnist and in no way reflects the opinion of ABC News”) and assumed it had just been put there by ABC to distance itself from my apostasy - and that, once the hullabaloo I had created died down I would be summarily fired and driven off into oblivion.  In fact, the disclaimer was put there years ago (after I called for Dan Rather to be fired in the National Guard letter case) and, though the powers that be at ABCNews.com were a bit stunned by the huge response, in point of fact my editor had merely cleaned up my copy a little and posted the piece.  He knew it was controversial, but he also knew that was my right as a columnist.  Any credit for courage goes to him.

By Friday afternoon, the requests for media interviews began - and that’s when I knew I had touched a nerve.  What is interesting to note here is that none of the requests came in through Edgelings, but rather through ABC or, incredibly, the publisher of my last book.  Apparently, that remains the sole province of the traditional media.

In the end, I only did two radio interviews:  one with a Denver station, the other with Lou Dobbs.  The latter was especially fun, because Dobbs was even more incensed about the subject than I was and we chatted like two old newsies sitting in a bar swapping horror stories.  But after that, I realized that I risked becoming Joe the Journalist, and not wanting my life vivisected by vengeful bureaucrats and fellow reporters, I stopped all interviews.

I’ve been around enough news cycles to sense when a story is winding down, and by Sunday morning I thought it was about done.  Both ABC and Edgelings had a couple hundred comments, I’d probably reached two or three million readers and listeners, and it was time to start thinking about next week’s column.

Then came Matt Drudge - the single most influential journalist in America.

On Sunday afternoon, when I spotted a mention of my column on the Drudge Report, my jaw dropped.  I knew what was coming.  Nobody on the planet, perhaps nobody in history, can move as many readers as Drudge can with a single sentence.  Whatever readership I had before now probably increased ten-fold.  So did the comments.  Because Drudge linked to the ABC version of the column, by Monday morning the number of comments about my column on ABCNews.com had jumped to two thousand.  I was now, despite having gone to ground, officially a news phenomenon.  The next day, after a friend called, I turned on Fox News to watch as Britt Hume, under a photo of me and above a news scroll carrying my name, read from my column to set up a debate with his panel on media bias.  Sean Hannity read a lengthy passage from my column on his radio show.

It couldn’t get much crazier than that - and it didn’t.  In the end, the meme I created took on a life of its own and left me, happily, far behind.  My column had, unexpectedly, accomplished what we columnists dream of happening just once in our careers:  it set off a national debate, and freed people to talk about a topic that had been gnawing away inside their hearts.  Within days, other, more famous journalists came forward to agree with what I said.  Pew and the Media Research Center released surveys that seemed to confirm widespread and egregious media bias - a belief underscored by multiple polls of the general public.  And I noted, with great satisfaction, that in the last twenty four hours of the campaign, the media - embarrassed at last - seemed to try a little harder to balance its reporting . . . only to backslide (as noted even by Tom Shales) on election night.

So, what did I learn from this experience?  That it is possible in this new cyber-world to be a lone writer sitting at his laptop in suburbia and write something that actually changes the course of events and, momentary at least, sets the national debate.  I also learned that the raw power -and the ability to mobilize people — of the Web and the blogosphere is both immense and growing fast.  But legitimacy is still conferred by the traditional media - which makes their duty to be fair and unbiased even greater.

Finally, I also learned that, while it is unsettling to be a momentary media star, it is also depressing afterwards to go back to writing about semiconductors and the Microsoft-Yahoo deal. . .

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Happy Veterans Day

iwojimaphil

Here are the guys who raised the first flag on Iwo Jima including Crawfordsville, Indiana's own Phil Ward (D). Ray Jacobs (G) is the only surviving member of that flag-raising party. He lives near Lake Tahoe, Calif.

Guns and Religion

guns&religion

This blog has become a bit too heavy lately, what with my concern over the election and now the prospect of a president who wants to spread what little wealth we have and kill the American Dream.

So I've created a second blog titled Guns and Religion where I will post the angry political stuff. Feel free to check it out.

Monday, November 10, 2008

Stunningly lame

covers

Just saw a TV commercial hyping the new James Taylor album in which he covers a dozen songs made hits by someone else.

The snippets featured in the commercial are some of the most forgettable music I've heard in years.

And to cap it off, the commercial calls James Taylor "the finest singer-songwriter of our time."

Oh, really?

I guess they never heard of Bob Dylan, John Lennon, Paul McCartney, Brian Wilson, Prince, Toby Keith, David Bowie, Billy Joel, Pete Townshend, Neil Sedaka, hell, even Weird Al Yankovic.

Yikes!

Say Cheeeeeeeeeese!

cheeseplate

We went to a "Christmas in November" party Saturday night, which meant Maria had to come up with something interesting to eat.

Here's what she made - a plate of autumn leaves made of cheese (Swiss, Colby, and cheddar) with a cranberry chutney dip. The cheese leaves were created with the help of a multi-piece cookie cutter set from Hobby Lobby. Pretty cool, huh?

The original recipe called for cranberry relish which, of course, our local Kroger no longer carries. Apparently all inventory decisions are now made at Kroger headquarters in Cincinnati with no regard to regional tastes or preferences. Sounds like the Kroger bean counters are opening the door for regional niche groceries at their own expense.

So Maria improvised and came up with something that, IMO, was better than the original concept.

Saturday, November 08, 2008

Friday, November 07, 2008

The treadmill report

I've done at least a mile on the new treadmill every day this week302_hamster_running_wheel_hg_clr, adding a bit of speed and/or incline every day to make it increasingly challenging.

I'm also using my Suunto Advizor watch with heart rate sensor to record how much time I spend in my heart rate target zone.

There are lots of aerobic target zone calculators online. I finally settled on one between 94 and 141 beats/minute. That's not overly ambitious, because I am an overweight 63-year-old couch potato.

I did 30 minutes on the treadmill this afternoon with an average of 124 bpm (a low of 85 and a high of 140) and 29:46 in the Zone, followed by about 5 minutes of cool down.

Maria has done a couple of workouts on it so far and likes the way it makes her feel.

Like anything else, if you do the work you get the results, so I'm doing my best to make this a daily routine.

Happy Birthday, Sean!

seanboard2

My son Sean is 41 today. Sean and his wife Ruth live in Portland, Ore. where Sean is a recording engineer/producer and Ruth has a burgeoning ceramic/mosaic business.

About guns

Wednesday, November 05, 2008

Blahville

Where do you go when your worst political nightmare comes true?
I got on my bike and rode to Blahville.
Well, it's actually Blytheville, but everyone around here pronounces it like Blahville.
It's an ok place to go when you're feeling blah, so I'm sitting on a bench at a gas station and eating a couple of Slim Jims I bought at the liquor store over my past 2 visits to get my bill up to $8 - the minimum amount for a credit card purchase.
There's nothing like a motorcycle ride on new roads in good weather to dispel the blahs.

My Man Mitch!

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I was delighted to see my friend Indiana Gov. Mitch Daniels won reelection yesterday.

And he did it with amazing ease, considering that the state went Democrat in the presidential election.

Mitch got 58 percent of the vote, Democrat challenger Jill Long Thompson, got 40 percent and the Libertarian candidate got 2 percent.

Newt Gingrich marveled that Mitch got 25 percent of the black vote in Marion County (Indianapolis), which means a helluva lot of black voters were splitting their tickets to keep Mitch in the governor's office.

Congratulations to Mitch and to the state of Indiana. Since the Indiana Constitution limits governors to two terms, I guess we can start thinking in three years about a Daniels-Palin presidential ticket.

Tuesday, November 04, 2008

A bit of deja vu

This election reminds me a lot of the 1991 municipal primary in Carmel, Ind.

I was a reporter for The Indianapolis News at the time, covering the north suburban communities from a bureau in Carmel.

Carmel is in Hamilton County, one of the most Republican counties in the United States. I don't think a Democrat has been elected to any municipal or county office there since before World War II. Consequently, all of the political action takes place in the May primary when Republican hopefuls slug it out for the GOP nomination and usually run unopposed in the general election in November.

Mayor Dorothy "Dottie" Hancock was running for a second term and faced a challenge from City Councilman Ted Johnson. Dottie was well-connected with the Hamilton County Republican Party, had lots of developer money behind her and looked like a sure thing to win the primary.

But the primary came at a time when the whole community was up in arms over a proposed multi-million-dollar high school expansion project. The school board had let themselves be led down the garden path by the architects and had agreed to what a lot of people thought were insanely expensive improvements to an admittedly crowded school building. It was the most bitter school building remonstrance I ever saw in my 34 years in the newspaper business.

So when the primary rolled around, a lot of really pissed off people went to the polls. They were in an ugly mood and wanted to lash out at anyone in office - never mind that the mayor had absolutely nothing to do with running the schools. As a consequence, Ted Johnson scored a stunning upset and Dottie never got her second term. Sure, some people voted for Ted because they thought he was the better candidate, but a huge number of voters cast ballots against Dottie, just because they were angry and wanted to punish an incumbent.

Fast forward to 2008.

Other than blacks who are voting their race and leftist moonbats, the people who have made Barack Hussein Obama a serious contender (I'm writing this while they're counting the eastern votes and the West Coast polls are still open) think that by voting against John McCain they are punishing George W. Bush.

Were it not for the pent-up hatred for Bush, I honestly believe this election would be a McCain blowout.

Faulty prediction

Okay, so I was wrong about the Israelis hitting Iran before the election.

The vote is cast

votingThis was the scene when I arrived at the Brookland Fire Station at 8:46 a.m. today to vote.

The line moved quickly and I was in the electronic voting booth by 9:10 a.m.

After voting for McCain-Palin there wasn't much to do. In the Senate race, I opted for Green Party candidate Rebekah Kennedy over Democrat Mark Pryor. Congressman Marion Berry, a Democrat, was unopposed, so I cast no ballot for that office.

There were five referendi (Latin plural for referendum) on the ballot. I'd only heard about one - a measure to block gay couples from being foster parents.

I found this one particularly interesting:

Amendment 1 An Amendment Concerning Voting, Qualifications Of Voters And Election Officers, And The Time Of Holding General Elections.

Description: Amending Various Provisions Of The Arkansas Constitution Concerning Voting And Elections; Providing That All Persons May Vote Who Are Citizens Of The United States, Residents Of The State Of Arkansas, At Lease Eighteen (18) Years Of Age, And Lawfully Registered To Vote; To Repeal The Requirement That The Right To Vote Shall Not Be Made To Depend On Any Previous Registration Of An Elector’s Name; Repealing Article 3, Section 5 Of The Arkansas Constitutional Providing That No Idiot Or Insane Person Shall Be Entitled To The Privileges Of An Elector; And Permitting The General Assembly To Extablish The Date And Time Of Elections And The Qualifications Of Election Officers.
For Proposed Referred Amendment No. 1
Against Proposed Referred Amendment No. 1
  

I was under the impression that idiots and the insane were already voting in large numbers. I think I know which party seeks to enlarge its constituency by extending the vote to the idiots and crazies.

Monday, November 03, 2008

The first mile

One of the Old Dominion Freight Line guys who live in Brookland devoted part of his day off Saturday to delivering our new treadmill.

We had shopping and other stuff to do on Saturday so we put off the assembly process until yesterday.

Maria proposed doing the work while the neighbors were at church so they wouldn't hear me screaming, "God damn! Fuck!" from the garage if things went south.

And they did, but only after we got the beast assembled.

We plugged it in, hit its reset/off switch and put in the key and nothing happened. No electrical hum, no lights on the console. Nada.

I followed all of the troubleshooting tips in the manual to no avail. Dejected, I decided to give up until I could call customer support this morning, have a few beers and watch Stormtrackers on the Discovery channel. (The IMAX cinematographer is an annoying whiner.)

I donned my wireless telephone headset this morning, went to the garage with manual in hand, and dialed the Proform customer service number and worked my way through the menus to reach Taren Christensen, aka Operator 88.

Taren walked me through the various scenarios and finally advised me to pop the hood on the motor assembly and look around for a loose wire. I removed the three screws, got down on my hands and knees and examined the power cord connections, then scanned the circuit board where I found a little red connector plug with white and black wires hovering above a matching socket on the motherboard. Oh-ho!

I made the connection, hooked up the power, flipped the reset switch and voila! The sucker fired right up and the console display came to life.

I thanked Taren profusely and wished her a splendid day out there in Logan, Utah, as I buttoned up the hood.

I then took the machine for a one-mile shakedown walk, covering the distance in a little more than 20 minutes and burning an estimated 105 calories.

So now I can go back to worrying about a bunch of Bush-hating sheep turning my country into Obamaland where only criminals have guns, infanticide is legal, we let Al Quaeda have the initiative again, and what little wealth I have gets spread around to dirtbags who work the welfare system instead of just work.

The ultra-cool Park-n-Move

It's been way too long since I blogged about anything related to motorcycles, but I found this item on my friend Sean Franklin's CycleGadgets.com website and feel compelled to pass it on.

The device goes under your centerstand (sorry, cruiser guys). Since its baseplate is only a half-inch off of the ground, it's not a substantial change from the usual lift up onto the centerstand.

Sean has lots of other great stuff (including products for cruisers) on his site at CycleGadgets.com. Check it out.

Sunday, November 02, 2008

43 years ago today

flousaf  This is me and my parents' dog Snoopy in the back yard of their Delphi, Ind., home the afternoon of Nov. 2, 1965 - the day I got home from my 41-day career with the U.S. Air Force.

I was still sporting my 65-cent haircut.

Here's how I looked a couple of weeks earlier in a photo booth at a Lackland AFB Base Exhange.

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Just for the record, I enlisted rather than get drafted and received a medical discharge for allergies.