I voted yesterday. Went down to the San Francisco City Hall and cast my ballot. Or ballots I should say as there were 4 of them. Propositions, declarations, local elections national elections. All done yesterday. I had to do some pretty hefty studying to make sure I got them all right.
I could see how some might think that San Francisco is over the top liberal. There were propositions on there to have the city encourage the end of ROTC. I voted against that one. Military service is an honorable act selflessness and if that's the path one chooses, so be it.
Another proposition stated that it was San Francisco's official position that the only funding made available to the troops should be for their deployment out of Iraq. Personally, I think they should be able to buy boots and have lunch so while I agree with the larger idea of making a graceful and honorable exit from Iraq, that one was simply too broad in its scope for me to get behind. Another effectively legalized prostitution. Nope, couldn't get behind that one.
But there were also good propositions on there like more funding for hospital programs and earthquake proofing for clinics. Both good ideas.
Anyway, I guess I'm now officially one of those far left San Francisco liberals who gets vilified on Fox News every night for the viewers in "real America." They just can't stand a part of the country that has universal healthcare, one of the most successful homeless veterans programs around and generally speaking one of the strongest economic regions in the world. Those are apparently all terrible things. If you believe that, here's something else you should believe: the world is flat.
Go Vote. Make your voice heard. Otherwise, you give up your right to complain for four years.
11.02.2008
Good information
Yes I'm biased but you already knew that.
Here's a video from the Obama campaign on voters rights and making sure you are able to cast your ballot on Tuesday if you haven't already.
Go Vote!
Here's a video from the Obama campaign on voters rights and making sure you are able to cast your ballot on Tuesday if you haven't already.
Go Vote!
10.29.2008
10.21.2008
Grrrr...moving.
I hoped I would be so lucky in SF that my only move would be from corporate housing to the fabulous apartment I had found in the Lower Haight.
Sadly, while I am the luckiest man in the world, I'm not that lucky.
Trav, my old roommate, and his girlfriend Celeste have decided to nest. Now that I have moved out, they are quite comfortably nesting in a three bedroom, one and a half bath palace. Good for them.
It also turns out to be good for me. I have found a rather fabulous two bedroom place at much lower than market rate in a rather spectacular part of town.
What makes my new castle so castle-y? Well to start, my bathroom looks like it was transplanted from the Emerald City. Being surrounded by green when you make yellow is quite a thing.
Additionally there's Bob. Bob is our landlord and he grew up in the apartment we're renting. He seems fabulous in that old man who's full of good stories kind of way. He's fair, he redid the floors to tear up the old carpeting and get back to the quite stunning hardwood floors and he likes me. He told me so when I came to look at the place. Apart from the obvious signs of senility, anybody who's willing to put up with me is obviously a patient saint.
So, I'm settling in. Well to my room at least. We have no furniture in any other part of the house. But boxes are being unpacked. 250+ movies are being sorted into their genres. New habits are being made. All in all, I can't complain. My address still contains the words San Francisco.
Sadly, while I am the luckiest man in the world, I'm not that lucky.
Trav, my old roommate, and his girlfriend Celeste have decided to nest. Now that I have moved out, they are quite comfortably nesting in a three bedroom, one and a half bath palace. Good for them.
It also turns out to be good for me. I have found a rather fabulous two bedroom place at much lower than market rate in a rather spectacular part of town.
What makes my new castle so castle-y? Well to start, my bathroom looks like it was transplanted from the Emerald City. Being surrounded by green when you make yellow is quite a thing.
Additionally there's Bob. Bob is our landlord and he grew up in the apartment we're renting. He seems fabulous in that old man who's full of good stories kind of way. He's fair, he redid the floors to tear up the old carpeting and get back to the quite stunning hardwood floors and he likes me. He told me so when I came to look at the place. Apart from the obvious signs of senility, anybody who's willing to put up with me is obviously a patient saint.
So, I'm settling in. Well to my room at least. We have no furniture in any other part of the house. But boxes are being unpacked. 250+ movies are being sorted into their genres. New habits are being made. All in all, I can't complain. My address still contains the words San Francisco.
10.03.2008
Get registered, go vote!
As told by a Jelly Donut:
BTW, I do think he's qualified. Now that Palin lady....
BTW, I do think he's qualified. Now that Palin lady....
10.02.2008
9.29.2008
Nearly 800 points.
Today the market got a knife in the gut. To most of us this is relevant to our 401(k) funds. But the truth is, the market's reaction is a much bigger indicator of a much, much bigger problem: Credit is about to become more scarce than a jackalope.
Credit is the grease on which the economy's engine functions. Without it, any economic engine quickly grinds to a halt.
A figure to keep in mind: 700 billion. That is the amount of cash that is in circulation at any given moment. That is the size the U.S. economy will plummet toward if the credit markets do not get liquid. To give you an idea, the U.S. economy is currently estimated to be 13.84 trillion. 700 billion is not a very big percentage of that. This is an oversimplification but, the point is valid. Unless someone with enough resources (i.e. the Treasury, the only group with enough resources) injects some liquidity into the credit market, we are in a world of hurt.
Without credit, we move fast toward becoming a cash economy. We simply can't do that. Imagine living out the next 3 or so years on the money in your savings account.
So, for a bit more reading, I offer up this economists take: http://www.dailykos.com/storyonly/2008/9/29/143536/436/784/614495
She's a bit condescending and drops the f-bomb more than I'd like but I guess desperate times call for desperate language.
Credit is the grease on which the economy's engine functions. Without it, any economic engine quickly grinds to a halt.
A figure to keep in mind: 700 billion. That is the amount of cash that is in circulation at any given moment. That is the size the U.S. economy will plummet toward if the credit markets do not get liquid. To give you an idea, the U.S. economy is currently estimated to be 13.84 trillion. 700 billion is not a very big percentage of that. This is an oversimplification but, the point is valid. Unless someone with enough resources (i.e. the Treasury, the only group with enough resources) injects some liquidity into the credit market, we are in a world of hurt.
Without credit, we move fast toward becoming a cash economy. We simply can't do that. Imagine living out the next 3 or so years on the money in your savings account.
So, for a bit more reading, I offer up this economists take: http://www.dailykos.com/storyonly/2008/9/29/143536/436/784/614495
She's a bit condescending and drops the f-bomb more than I'd like but I guess desperate times call for desperate language.
9.13.2008
Burning Man 2008
I wish I could tell you how awesome Burning Man is. I wish there was a way to show you all the incredible things I saw. Sadly, I realized on day two, Burning Man is not something that can be described. Pictures are woefully inadequate at capturing the scene. There's really only one thing to say: You should go.
It's not for everyone. Actually, it's not for most people. But if you've got a creative appreciating bone in your body, the spectacle and opportunity to do be totally yourself, is certainly worth the trip.
At one point, I was asked, "Why do you do what you do?" The picture below was my answer.
It's not for everyone. Actually, it's not for most people. But if you've got a creative appreciating bone in your body, the spectacle and opportunity to do be totally yourself, is certainly worth the trip.
At one point, I was asked, "Why do you do what you do?" The picture below was my answer.
2 New Wheels
Her name is Skratch Mofro. She's an Aluminum beastie who's tight frame can go lot faster than I ever can.
It was fun the other day when one of my co-workers rode his rather diminutive BMX bike into work and we figured out at half the size, his bike was at least twice as heavy.
It was fun the other day when one of my co-workers rode his rather diminutive BMX bike into work and we figured out at half the size, his bike was at least twice as heavy.
6.26.2008
6.08.2008
San Francisco Profile #7: My man Ace
So yesterday was the going away picnic for my friend Alan Ezyaguirre. He's a friend I met through the roomie and he's off to Merry Ole England in a couple days. I'm bummed.
My parents have always said that I surround myself with good people. Generally they are correct or perhaps it's just the "good" are the only friends I introduce them to. Well, sadly, they won't have a chance to meet Ace. Padres are visiting next weekend. Ace leaves a few days before.
He's quite the genius. Does marketing for Apple. To give you an idea of the level, he's in meetings with Steve on the regular. Even got kicked out of one by him. Like the party loyalist he is, he never dishes me any good dirt on what fancy new gadget I'm sure to buy or what isn't. Won't even confirm the juicy rumors I find myself on the web.
To further his party loyalists tendencies, he wears the Apple uniform religiously. All black. All the time. Even his bike is black. His car is black. It's ridiculous.
He has a natural penchant for throwing out of control parties. And for some unknown reason, women thoroughly enjoy having their picture taken by him. Often in less than innocent poses and without any urging from Ace. It's quite funny but kudos to him.
He's also the first friend I feel I've made that is moving away. So I wish him luck even though he won't need it.
My parents have always said that I surround myself with good people. Generally they are correct or perhaps it's just the "good" are the only friends I introduce them to. Well, sadly, they won't have a chance to meet Ace. Padres are visiting next weekend. Ace leaves a few days before.
He's quite the genius. Does marketing for Apple. To give you an idea of the level, he's in meetings with Steve on the regular. Even got kicked out of one by him. Like the party loyalist he is, he never dishes me any good dirt on what fancy new gadget I'm sure to buy or what isn't. Won't even confirm the juicy rumors I find myself on the web.
To further his party loyalists tendencies, he wears the Apple uniform religiously. All black. All the time. Even his bike is black. His car is black. It's ridiculous.
He has a natural penchant for throwing out of control parties. And for some unknown reason, women thoroughly enjoy having their picture taken by him. Often in less than innocent poses and without any urging from Ace. It's quite funny but kudos to him.
He's also the first friend I feel I've made that is moving away. So I wish him luck even though he won't need it.
6.06.2008
San Francisco Profile #6: Me
A year older, not much wiser but with a couple more wrinkles, Me seems to have a permanent smile attached to his face. He's oddly given up couch sitting for a new addiction to road biking. Still has the same fascination for DVDs but finds much less time to watch them as there's always a new restaurant to explore or outside activity to inflame Me's allergies.
Me particularly enjoys days spent up at Infineon raceway. This past year has seen classic cars, drag racers and daredevil motorcycles. All of which proved money isn't a bad thing.
Me enjoys his job immensely and works for people who are far nicer than they should be. And even if they weren't nice, there's still a fire pole in the office making damn near anything bearable.
Me has also upped his political activism in the past year. Volunteering to register people to vote. Me still struggles with pure advocacy and trying to convince someone to vote in a certain direction, but convincing people to vote can't be a bad thing.
Me's life is good. He is want for nothing. Actually, Me often finds that the wealth of good people and good times that surround him a bit overwhelming. Perhaps Me will eventually get used to the near-unbearable amount of goodness. But if Me is smart, he'll never forget how blessed he is.
Me particularly enjoys days spent up at Infineon raceway. This past year has seen classic cars, drag racers and daredevil motorcycles. All of which proved money isn't a bad thing.
Me enjoys his job immensely and works for people who are far nicer than they should be. And even if they weren't nice, there's still a fire pole in the office making damn near anything bearable.
Me has also upped his political activism in the past year. Volunteering to register people to vote. Me still struggles with pure advocacy and trying to convince someone to vote in a certain direction, but convincing people to vote can't be a bad thing.
Me's life is good. He is want for nothing. Actually, Me often finds that the wealth of good people and good times that surround him a bit overwhelming. Perhaps Me will eventually get used to the near-unbearable amount of goodness. But if Me is smart, he'll never forget how blessed he is.
5.23.2008
Too Far
Some statements just go too far. Here's an example:
http://www.nypost.com/seven/05232008/news/nationalnews/why_hill_wont_drop_out__bobby_kennedy_wa_112232.htm
http://www.nypost.com/seven/05232008/news/nationalnews/why_hill_wont_drop_out__bobby_kennedy_wa_112232.htm
5.05.2008
5.01.2008
Juju is a California girl
There is a universal rule. It doesn't matter what state you live in. It probably doesn't matter what country your in. The DMV takes all ever loving day. Period.
So, I have taken the CA driver's test, supposedly one of the toughest in the country. And it was hard. You've got to know things like a yellow curb is for the unloading of people and cargo. Or that it is legal to park on the street in front of a garage as long as it's your garage.
Strangely, they don't give you a driver's license when you leave. Instead, the punch a hole in the expiration date of your current license. And like all DMVs, they like to keep you guessing. So while there is a checklist of all the things you need to have when you arrive, not everything is on there. Brilliant.
It was awesome to be in line in front of a guy who was getting his tank driving license.
So Juju the MINI now has her California plates. Thankfully, she doesn't have the CA smog emissions that would take away some of her saucy character. I just hope she never forgets where she came from. England.
So, I have taken the CA driver's test, supposedly one of the toughest in the country. And it was hard. You've got to know things like a yellow curb is for the unloading of people and cargo. Or that it is legal to park on the street in front of a garage as long as it's your garage.
Strangely, they don't give you a driver's license when you leave. Instead, the punch a hole in the expiration date of your current license. And like all DMVs, they like to keep you guessing. So while there is a checklist of all the things you need to have when you arrive, not everything is on there. Brilliant.
It was awesome to be in line in front of a guy who was getting his tank driving license.
So Juju the MINI now has her California plates. Thankfully, she doesn't have the CA smog emissions that would take away some of her saucy character. I just hope she never forgets where she came from. England.
4.19.2008
An interesting contrast
Two reporters from the Philadelphia City Paper went incognito and volunteered for the presidential campaigns. One for Clinton. One for Obama.
http://www.citypaper.net/articles/2008/04/17/i-was-a-clinton-volunteer
http://www.citypaper.net/articles/2008/04/17/i-was-an-obama-volunteer
http://www.citypaper.net/articles/2008/04/17/i-was-a-clinton-volunteer
http://www.citypaper.net/articles/2008/04/17/i-was-an-obama-volunteer
4.15.2008
Oh yeah, I live at the beach
So this past weekend was one of those weekends anyone who doesn't live in California imagines is every weekend in California.
It was flat gorgeous.
And as I tried to figure out how to enjoy the blessed weather to the fullest, I came to a stunning realization. I live at the beach.
I'm so used to a completely different kind of beach, this was quite a revelation. Beaches in NC don't have skyscrapers. They don't have city right up against them.
So I gathered several friends who apparently already knew we lived at the beach and off we went. 30 minutes down the PCH later we were climbing down cliffs (another feature not found in NC.) It's quite the different experience but it's also quite the incredible experience. Watching actual waves crash against jagged rocks creates art.
On the downside the water is mmmmuuuuuuucccccchhhhhh colder. The only people in the water were in wet suits or dogs. My compadres braved it. They quickly complained of frostbitten toes. I demurred.
So, yeah. Nine months later, I figured out I'm not just close to a beach, I live there. Stunning the lack of capacity in my brain sometimes.
It was flat gorgeous.
And as I tried to figure out how to enjoy the blessed weather to the fullest, I came to a stunning realization. I live at the beach.
I'm so used to a completely different kind of beach, this was quite a revelation. Beaches in NC don't have skyscrapers. They don't have city right up against them.
So I gathered several friends who apparently already knew we lived at the beach and off we went. 30 minutes down the PCH later we were climbing down cliffs (another feature not found in NC.) It's quite the different experience but it's also quite the incredible experience. Watching actual waves crash against jagged rocks creates art.
On the downside the water is mmmmuuuuuuucccccchhhhhh colder. The only people in the water were in wet suits or dogs. My compadres braved it. They quickly complained of frostbitten toes. I demurred.
So, yeah. Nine months later, I figured out I'm not just close to a beach, I live there. Stunning the lack of capacity in my brain sometimes.
4.01.2008
Surprise
Sometimes what needs to be said comes from a very unexpected source.
(Apologies for the less than stellar audio.)
(Apologies for the less than stellar audio.)
Shenanigans
Politicians lie. Used car salesmen lie. Even fine, upstanding citizens of the advertising industry can tell a tall tale.
But Hillary's latest fish story is patently ridiculous. In an interview with a news channel in Wilmington North Carolina, Hillary actually says that Obama doesn't want North Carolina to vote. Seriously.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7F1EEA5pOt0
Sadly, this isn't the only instance of her saying Barack doesn't want states to vote. Fight lies with money. Donate here.
EDIT: Here's a clip of Barack saying voting should continue and that Hillary should be in the race as long as she'd like. That particular comment begins around the 2:50 mark.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=Iqtc95i7qGo
But Hillary's latest fish story is patently ridiculous. In an interview with a news channel in Wilmington North Carolina, Hillary actually says that Obama doesn't want North Carolina to vote. Seriously.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7F1EEA5pOt0
Sadly, this isn't the only instance of her saying Barack doesn't want states to vote. Fight lies with money. Donate here.
EDIT: Here's a clip of Barack saying voting should continue and that Hillary should be in the race as long as she'd like. That particular comment begins around the 2:50 mark.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=Iqtc95i7qGo
3.26.2008
My own personal Super Tuesday
I voted yesterday. I haven't officially moved to CA yet. No driver's license or voter registration. So, off to the post office I went with absentee ballot in hand. It's a bit disconcerting that the ballot envelope is so conspicuous. Official voter blah blah blah all over the outside. Plus my signature. Plus the signatures of two witnesses. If someone wanted to get sneaky with the ballots, it wouldn't be hard to pick out. I wanted to send it in early in the hopes that it's counted before the general gets started.
If you've read more than this post, you probably have a good idea who I voted for in the presidential race.
I hope nothing happens between now and then that might change my mind. Barack would pretty much have to strangle some kittens in public at this point. I've been quite disappointed in how Hillary is running her campaign. So negative. So entitled. As an example, there's a survey floating out there that says 30% of her supporters would rather vote for McCain than Obama. This gives you an idea of the effect her negative campaigning is creating. Among Obama's supporters, the percentage of switchers drops to 19%.
I remember on my 8th grade trip to Washington D.C., we were shown a marble sculpture in one of the Smithsonian museums. It was a compilation of 3 famous women. I believe Harriet Tubman was one figure. Think Betsy Ross was another but I'm not entirely sure about that. At the end was a big hunk of uncut marble. Our guide explained that particular hunk of stone was reserved for the first female President of the United States. I was struck by the experience and wondered if a face would be carved in soon.
I once thought Hillary would be the one cut into that marble. But these days, after watching her campaign operate, I sincerely hope it's someone else who's face is preserved for future generations to admire.
If you've read more than this post, you probably have a good idea who I voted for in the presidential race.
I hope nothing happens between now and then that might change my mind. Barack would pretty much have to strangle some kittens in public at this point. I've been quite disappointed in how Hillary is running her campaign. So negative. So entitled. As an example, there's a survey floating out there that says 30% of her supporters would rather vote for McCain than Obama. This gives you an idea of the effect her negative campaigning is creating. Among Obama's supporters, the percentage of switchers drops to 19%.
I remember on my 8th grade trip to Washington D.C., we were shown a marble sculpture in one of the Smithsonian museums. It was a compilation of 3 famous women. I believe Harriet Tubman was one figure. Think Betsy Ross was another but I'm not entirely sure about that. At the end was a big hunk of uncut marble. Our guide explained that particular hunk of stone was reserved for the first female President of the United States. I was struck by the experience and wondered if a face would be carved in soon.
I once thought Hillary would be the one cut into that marble. But these days, after watching her campaign operate, I sincerely hope it's someone else who's face is preserved for future generations to admire.
3.24.2008
Apparently, I buy groceries at the airport.
This past weekend, I flew to Cape Cod to see my Uncle's art exhibit. So I spent a great deal of time in airports. I became scared when I realized the prices were no longer absurdly shocking. I've gotten so used to parting with my money in huge chunks in SF that not even airport prices are all that scary.
The weekend was a huge success. On Saturday we made our way to the Cape Cod Museum and saw Uncle's exhibit. It was stunning. The walls were a deep red that really helped his egg temperas jump off the wall.
As we walked in, several people recognized my Uncle and he was caught up in several conversations that went entirely too long. I laughed to myself a bit as I heard a woman in the background saying, "Is that Garry Gilmartin? I think that's Garry Gilmartin." She was a docent at the museum and had been giving people tours of the exhibit for weeks. She gushed on and on about how people were asking about the paintings, where could they buy one, what was he thinking when he painted this. My uncle's answers were so simple she just looked flabbergasted. No hoity-toity quadruple-entendre? No meaning of life hidden in the brush strokes? But they are so brilliant. And it's true, they are brilliant paintings. But they are brilliant for the very trait she seemed unable to comprehend. They're stunningly simple. Not over complicated. Not pretentious. Just what they are. Really brilliant captures of life on Cape Cod.
Saying goodbye was tough. Uncle recently went through a pretty major surgery but he's doing well with the whole thing. Easter dinner was great as we had a huge ham with fixins.
Glad I went. Sad to leave. Glad to be home again.
Here's a picture of Yo:
The weekend was a huge success. On Saturday we made our way to the Cape Cod Museum and saw Uncle's exhibit. It was stunning. The walls were a deep red that really helped his egg temperas jump off the wall.
As we walked in, several people recognized my Uncle and he was caught up in several conversations that went entirely too long. I laughed to myself a bit as I heard a woman in the background saying, "Is that Garry Gilmartin? I think that's Garry Gilmartin." She was a docent at the museum and had been giving people tours of the exhibit for weeks. She gushed on and on about how people were asking about the paintings, where could they buy one, what was he thinking when he painted this. My uncle's answers were so simple she just looked flabbergasted. No hoity-toity quadruple-entendre? No meaning of life hidden in the brush strokes? But they are so brilliant. And it's true, they are brilliant paintings. But they are brilliant for the very trait she seemed unable to comprehend. They're stunningly simple. Not over complicated. Not pretentious. Just what they are. Really brilliant captures of life on Cape Cod.
Saying goodbye was tough. Uncle recently went through a pretty major surgery but he's doing well with the whole thing. Easter dinner was great as we had a huge ham with fixins.
Glad I went. Sad to leave. Glad to be home again.
Here's a picture of Yo:
3.18.2008
My favorite teacher
On the playground, a kindergarten teacher once asked me why I was playing with the black kids. I remember my initial reaction so fiercely, it has helped shape who I am.
My reaction was bewilderment. Why wouldn't I play with the black kids? They were my neighbors. They were my friends when I went home, why wouldn't they be my friends at school?
So I replied: "Because they're my friends."
Even today, I cannot think of a more perfect answer.
Since that moment, I have grown to consider racism one of the most vile concerns of our society. Which is why when I heard Obama's speech today, I felt heartened. Heartened to hear someone who was willing to stand in front of racism and address it as a real problem. And address it not as a black problem, or a white problem or even a something else problem, but address it as our problem. As America's problem. As a problem we can face.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pWe7wTVbLUU
Higher quality:
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/21134540/vp/23691239#23691239
Once again, he challenges us to be better. I hope we are strong enough to answer the call. And to my teacher, I say thank you. While I'll never remember your name, I'll never forget what you taught me.
My reaction was bewilderment. Why wouldn't I play with the black kids? They were my neighbors. They were my friends when I went home, why wouldn't they be my friends at school?
So I replied: "Because they're my friends."
Even today, I cannot think of a more perfect answer.
Since that moment, I have grown to consider racism one of the most vile concerns of our society. Which is why when I heard Obama's speech today, I felt heartened. Heartened to hear someone who was willing to stand in front of racism and address it as a real problem. And address it not as a black problem, or a white problem or even a something else problem, but address it as our problem. As America's problem. As a problem we can face.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pWe7wTVbLUU
Higher quality:
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/21134540/vp/23691239#23691239
Once again, he challenges us to be better. I hope we are strong enough to answer the call. And to my teacher, I say thank you. While I'll never remember your name, I'll never forget what you taught me.
3.17.2008
ACC Tourney weekend
This weekend was quite fun. Took Friday morning off and had some fried Bologna sandwiches, oatmeal cream pies and tea while watching the game with my man Joel. It reminded me of the days when they used to roll TVs into the classrooms so we could watch the Friday games during English. To all my friends who are parents in NC, yes this is why your child is developing an unhealthy obsession for college basketball. And why NC is so addicted to college basketball.
It was good to see the Charlotte Coliseum stands packed. Especially after the debacle in Jacksonville last year where whole sections were empty. This is why the tournament should be in Greensboro. Every year. Yes it gives an advantage to the NC schools. But those same fans also stick around to watch other games. Why? Because this is the greatest NCAA college basketball tournament outside the NCAA national tournament.
So congrats to my boys. Glad they won. Two goals down. One to go.
It was good to see the Charlotte Coliseum stands packed. Especially after the debacle in Jacksonville last year where whole sections were empty. This is why the tournament should be in Greensboro. Every year. Yes it gives an advantage to the NC schools. But those same fans also stick around to watch other games. Why? Because this is the greatest NCAA college basketball tournament outside the NCAA national tournament.
So congrats to my boys. Glad they won. Two goals down. One to go.
The measure
To me, there are two measures of man:
1. What someone does in a crisis.
2. What someone does when there are no cameras around.
Here is a story relating to the second measure.
Union worker speaks with Barack Obama. In 2004.
1. What someone does in a crisis.
2. What someone does when there are no cameras around.
Here is a story relating to the second measure.
Union worker speaks with Barack Obama. In 2004.
3.12.2008
1950's
As a journalism grad, a part of me wishes that I had lived in the early 1950's. Not for the rampant smoking or great job I'd get just for being a man, but to see Edward R. Murrow. To see him take on Joe McCarthy at great personal risk. To hear his biting commentaries and feel the visceral reaction. To see his fight against the fear society Hoover created with the FBI.
As it stands, I am thankful to have Keith Olbermann. I imagine that his special comments on MSNBC have the same effect now as Murrow had then. Olbermann seems to get a bit more impassioned but his comments are as well researched as they are powerful. He is the voice I wish our nation could have and hope we would if we paid more attention.
Well, tonight he put aside his usual punching bags. No George Bush, no Dick Cheney. Not a mention of Halliburton or the missteps of our State Department. For the first time ever, his subject was, with great reluctance, a Democrat.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=GQ2JtUmB3kc
As it stands, I am thankful to have Keith Olbermann. I imagine that his special comments on MSNBC have the same effect now as Murrow had then. Olbermann seems to get a bit more impassioned but his comments are as well researched as they are powerful. He is the voice I wish our nation could have and hope we would if we paid more attention.
Well, tonight he put aside his usual punching bags. No George Bush, no Dick Cheney. Not a mention of Halliburton or the missteps of our State Department. For the first time ever, his subject was, with great reluctance, a Democrat.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=GQ2JtUmB3kc
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