Showing posts with label Culture. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Culture. Show all posts

Monday, December 17, 2012

Forgive us, Rachel Scott



We have failed you.

Again.

It has happened again.

An elementary school, this time.

So far, we have established the 'what.'

The post-massacre pattern is depressingly well-traveled. Photos of stricken family members, eyewitness accounts, and a verified list of the slain.

We demand this, and we get it.

But there is more.

We move on to 'how.'

Timelines are constructed, complete with maps and dotted lines showing the path of the gunmen and icons indicating where the victims were found.

And it is here that we compound our national misery. We love our guns, surely- but far more prevalent than firearms is our pornographic fascination with mass murder.

It is a huge story, surely. Attention must be paid. The public must understand what has happened in order to fashion a response. Yes.

However, I will say something equally obvious: the coverage of these events is part of the problem.

Ask yourself: what do we gain from seeing the picture of the gunman splashed on every newspaper in the country? What insight does a captioned photo of the killer offer a policy maker?

In the case of a live, at-large person - their name is supremely relevant. But do I need to know a dead man's name to damn them for their crimes?

It is beyond fantasy to hope that the gunman's name would never appear in print - but surely there is a point at which we and the media can agree to minimize their celebrity. No photo, no bio, and most definitely no last video message broadcast nationwide. When their death is established, they are the gunman - and nothing else.

We must deny them the infamy they seek.

Nor is there any public value in splashing hi-res images of the weapons used by the gunman. Is our understanding of the crime enhanced by learning a gunman's specific choice of handgun or rifle?
More to the point, if this information is truly essential, how is it we know precisely what weapons were used at Sandy Hook Elementary, yet a professional football player can kill his girlfriend and himself with a pistol that remains nameless?

Is it too much to dream that a question like "What kind of semi-automatic rifle did the gunman use?" would be answered by "Does it really matter?"

Once the deliberate nature of the crime is established (numerous weapons, large reserves of ammunition) anything else is murder-porn.

We should not glorify the tools of mass murder.

Women and children were killed - with guns.

But the most patently offensive and ubiquitous aspect of coverage is the leaderboard.

Any event like this begs for comparison and context. It is the answer to the unspoken "how bad is it?" or "is it the worst ever?"

Our media helpfully supplies this context, so future killers can determine what level of bloodshed will assure them immortality.

I don't pretend that such comparisons will ever stop - but their well-practiced delivery is one of the many things that is wrong with our culture.

These are human beings who have been murdered - they are not points on a scoreboard.

Finally, despite our need to know exactly what happened - the you-are-there narratives supplied by eager journalists serve to supply future gunmen with the training and inspiration they could not otherwise obtain.

A spree killer will almost certainly be a novice. We should not help them prepare by illustrating what security measures they will encounter - or how those measures can be bypassed.

The public will gain from news accounts that detail security gaps and lessons learned - I do not advocate for censorship, only a tactical level of restraint.

As we prepare for the next gunman, we should not ensure that same gunman is forewarned.

There are countless aspects to the larger issue of mass-killings.
We can expect school lockdown drills to become more rigorous. School doors that can be secured against gunfire and forced entry. These things will happen.

And we should re-evaluate the need for private citizens to access high capacity magazines.

But before all this - we should take a good look at how we portray and elevate these events and those who commit them.

Gunmen are nothing - yet we make them famous. The same nation that effortlessly recalls serial and spree killers cannot locate the memory it owes a young woman named Rachel Scott.

We must do better.

Or there will be other schools in other towns that will wish we had.

Friday, October 07, 2011

Monday, June 20, 2011

Thank You For Proving Our Point So Effectively

(Via The Big Picture)

I can only repeat Barry's take on this.
The Most Awesome Movie Theater DO NOT TEXT Announcement Ever!

(Oh, and NSFW)

Monday, April 18, 2011

Yep, Pretty Much My Life

Although I'm singing Still Alive a year earlier than this guy - I'm still pretty sad.

Friday, April 08, 2011

Oregon Legislature Rick Rolls...Everyone?

There's all kinds of suckage in the news lately, so I'm going to just call a Friday perrogative and post something that is jaw droppingly strange.

A video of the Oregon Legislature dropping Rick Astley lyrics into the public record - with the ultimate goal of creating a Rick Roll video:

Monday, March 21, 2011

The Young Ones Theme Song

If you're like the Awl's Dave Bry, (and myself) you thought the Brit-Com The Young Ones was about the funniest thing on late 80's TV. University Challenge still kills.

Anyway, I never knew (and Bry's post points out) that the Young Ones theme song was a Cliff Richards cover, Makes sense, but any Young Ones fans out there might be just as surprised as I was to hear the original version by Cliff Richards and the Shadows:

Thursday, March 03, 2011

About Damn Time

George R. R. Martin finally announces a publishing date for A Dance With Dragons.

Any excitement is tempered by the realization that (at this rate) I'll be in my sixties by the time he finishes the damn series.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

"I"m Not a Caller, But I Play One on the Radio"

CJR's Liz Cox Barrett nabs a nice one about a company called Premier On Call.


They've taken their page down now - this image was from Google's cache - but here's the relevant bit:
Premiere On Call is our new custom caller service. We supply voice talent to take/make your on-air calls, improvise your scenes or deliver your scripts.

Using our simple online booking tool, specify the kind of voice you need, and we'll get your the right person fast. Unless you request it, you won't hear that same voice again for at least two months, ensuring the authenticity of your programming for avid listeners.
A loose translation would be "Would you like callers to your radio shows to say what you want, rather than what they want? All it takes is money and a complete lack of integrity!"

Liz has asked Premier on Call which of their shows use the service.

I'd imagine they're going to decline to answer - but wouldn't that be a fine slice of information for their listeners to have? It's one thing to stage a call for a prank - it is quite another to fake a call to support your ideology, or to appear popular.

Pathetic.

Monday, January 24, 2011

Detroit's Rebuttal

(Via Viceland with a H/t to Felix Salmon)


Climbing a hillock for a better view of the grassy wastes surrounding 
Jane Cooper Elementary School. If you move the camera just a few inches to the left you’ll get a bustling,
well-maintained food-packaging plant in frame, so be careful to crop that shit out.

It's dated, but worth a read

Something, Something, Something, Detroit: Lazy Journalists Love Pictures of Abandoned Stuff

Friday, January 14, 2011

Mumford and Sons

...kick crazy ass.

Here's them doing The Cave

(H/t to NG & MG... good pick)

Monday, December 06, 2010

Huge

(Via NPR)

For a state that prides itself on aloha, Hawaii hasn't had much in the way of broad appeal entertainers - (De Lima, Reiplinger, Bumatai, - ack - Medeiros). But the Aloha state really caught a break with the instant likeability of it's largest, favorite son - Israel Kamakawiwo'ole.

I think the first time I heard Israel Kamakawiwo'ole's rendition of Over The Rainbow - was on E.R. It's one of those songs that immediately resonates with you. If iTunes had existed back then, it would have been downloaded a million times by the time the show ended on the west coast.

Assuming people could spell the name right.

I've played my copy for the uninitiated a few times and the reaction was the same. People stop, listen and say somthing like "sweet voice."

Because it is. Israel Kamakawiwo'ole (all 500 pounds of him) had a voice like butter. NPR's story recounts his unlikely rise to fame and the equally improbable creation of his signature song.

Check this out.
It began at 3 in the morning. Milan Bertosa was at the end of a long day in his Honolulu recording studio.

"And the phone rings. It was a client of mine," Bertosa remembers. The client rattled off Israel's unpronounceable name and said he wanted to come in and record a demo. Bertosa said he was shutting down, call tomorrow. But the client insisted on putting Israel on the phone. "And he's this really sweet man, well-mannered, kind. 'Please, can I come in? I have an idea,' " Bertosa remembers Israel saying.

Bertosa relented and gave Israel 15 minutes to get there. Soon, there was a knock at the door.

"And in walks the largest human being I had seen in my life. Israel was probably like 500 pounds. And the first thing at hand is to find something for him to sit on." The building security found Israel a big steel chair. "Then I put up some microphones, do a quick sound check, roll tape, and the first thing he does is 'Somewhere Over the Rainbow.' He played and sang, one take, and it was over."
That's just great from any angle.

Much as I loved the song, I've always wondered why he released a version where he screwed up the lyrics.

Knowing that he sang that song at 3 in the morning on the first take is somehow better than an explanation - More like a badge of honor.

Unvarnished, unrehearsed, unfiltered - he laid down vocals that rose above any other shortcomings.

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Neko Brings It

It's no secret I'm a huge fan of Neko Case.

I can never decide if I like her vocals or her lyrics better - but it's clear that some of her lyrics demand a voice exactly like the one who first sang them.
It looks a lot like engine oil and tastes like being poor and small.
I mean, damn.

Anyway - So I'm looking up the lyrics to a song of hers on her website to make sure I can play it for little e's birthday crowd (Answer: no), and I run across this bit of intro text which just pulls me in further:
WELCOME TO MY WEBSITE

It has taken years and millions of tax dollars to develop, so I hope you will not be disappointed.
Cute, but the real payoff is the brief history of her life - where she introduces us to her parents.

This is done succinctly, and with her trademark ferocity:
I was born on an Air Force base in Virginia to some teenage children. After a short classified assignment for the president, my family returned home to Washington State. From about age four to age fifteen, I was raised by dogs and cats. I occasionally intersected with my parents by accident. “Oh it’s you?! I have to make you a lunch, don’t I?” As I grew into a young adult I was very confused and lacked direction. My parents very much wanted me to become a crack-whore, but I gravely disappointed them by graduating from college. Though they did not notice until years after the event, they still take my failings personally.
Holy crap, that's just awesome. Concise writing just bursting with imagery.

Like stepping into the Tardis. How the f#ck did all that get in here..?

She finds the right tune, Neko might just have another album in there.

I know I'd buy it.

Thursday, October 21, 2010

It Gets Better

I'd read a few weeks ago about Dan Savage's YouTube LGBT outreach project It Gets Better Sounded like a flat out great idea.

Using technology to reach out to people so isolated they are willing (even preparing) to die. Savage posted a video of encouragement telling gay teens that life may be hard now, but it does get better. He invited others to share their stories.

I just got done reading a BBC article that points out that lots of people have taken him up on his invitation.

Like this guy:



From the article:
But his video soon went viral, and within weeks, more than 2,000 videos of people pouring their hearts out were uploaded from across the country and the world. The videos have been viewed more than 10 million times...

Young people and old, Mormons, Muslims and Jehovah's Witnesses, have all contributed.

One of the earliest videos posted is from Kitty in London, who admits to having harmed herself when she was younger. She wishes there had been a project like this when she was growing up in a small town.

Although Mr Savage didn't seek celebrity endorsements, numerous stars, including Neil Patrick Harris, Zachary Quinto and Chris Colfer from Glee, have recorded their own videos.
Great stuff, and what a great idea.

Sunday, September 26, 2010

War Memorial

A propo of nothing-

So, I'm on a tour bus in Bergen and our guide is prattling on about this or that. She has a peculiar way of saying OnTheLeftHandSide or OnTheRightHandSide all run together with perfect clarity - right before dropping her voice so she becomes unintelligible.

Then she'll surge back into my audible range with a painfully earnest IsItOkay? punctuated with a smile you can hear. We'd all given up on listening for detail - so a busload of tourists would nod in unison.

At some point her singsong voice skips out the words war and Germany - and there is mention of a building that is OnTheLeftHandSide. As her perspective shifts from her left to our left - I haven't the foggiest idea which direction I'm supposed to look.

Not that I know what she's even talking about.

I've been snapping pictures at random - so has Mom - and I figure we may have a picture that will make it make sense. She mentioned naval and symbol which ties with the fact that Bergen is a huge port. In any event, whatever it was is long behind us by the time we start to compare notes.

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One thing that struck me about Norway - at least in contrast to the UK or the US - there are no war memorials. Which of course is an exaggeration. Yes; surely there are some - somewhere. But wherever they are, they are certainly not front and center. All the statues you see are of musicians, poets, leaders of the fishing guild (seriously). No soliders, no plugged up cannons - not even a plaque. Compare this with a recent side jaunt we took into a town here in the US. A WWII tank displayed on the main road, a WWI cannon in the town square, and civil war monuments graven into the side of their courthouse. This was in a town of barely 10,000.

Bergen has over a quarter of a million people.

Admittedly, Norway was out of the fight pretty early in WWII. There are some truly amazing stories of the resistance - and the odd espionage adventure - but Norway has no Omaha beach. I read somewhere that after the war, the Norwegians located the German cruiser they sunk (the Blücher). They then salvaged the oil from its fuel tanks and cut up the ship for scrap - and sold it. Eminently practical these Norwegians - in contrast with how Americans reverentially allow the USS Arizona to leak oil into Pearl Harbor to this very day.
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In any event - up until that muted mention by our guide - there had been no signs of the war. And I was curious what she had meant.

When we stopped for some other photo op (digital cameras have turned tourists into snap happy maniacs - but the truth is volume pays off) I cornered the guide and asked about what she was trying to point out.

I showed her my photographic guess: a grey, ugly building with odd stone sculptures under each window that vaguely resembled eagles. "Is this what you meant?"

The guide shook her head. NoNoNo. The yellow building. It was built by the Germans... I hop through a few of my surrounding snaps - no yellow building.

German, AND yellow. Well, sorry I missed that.

Lots to see and do, that was the last I thought of it. Then after we get back, mom and I exchange pictures and I see this:

A yellow building in Bergen - was it the German one? Pastel yellow buildings in Bergen are like Starbucks in the US. Unless there's some plaque I can see in the picture...

I zoom in with photoshop. Nothing visible by the door - but with this resolution, it's not like I could read it.

I need a sign.

Then I zoom on the window balcony:


And there it is. German Naval Headquarters in Bergen, circa WWII.

The Norwegians will hoist a sunken battlecruiser off the bottom of their fjord for salvage - but the swastika-laced ironwork of their conquerors is preserved for all to see.

Lest anyone forget.

A very different kind of war memorial - and the only one I saw in Norway.

Friday, September 24, 2010

Stewart vs. O'Reilly: Don't Call it a Battle of Wits

Jon Stewart goes on O'Reilly and just plays straight man to O'Reilly's firehose of stupid.

Part I:


Part II:


It's sad to watch O'Reilly stick to his worn-out playbook as if there is something for him to win.

Bill? Stewart isn't playing - he's just smarter and funnier than you are.

(H/t TPM)

Friday, September 17, 2010

Friday, September 10, 2010

Wall and Peace

Just flipped through a copy of Wall and Peace by the guerrilla artist extraordinaire, Banksy.


Just a rollicking good time.

His art and clandestine art installations are brilliant, of course - but he intersperses it with copy that is as delightfully venomous as the rest of his work.

I especially like his observation that giving respect to the property rights of public advertisements is like "asking for permission to keep a rock that someone's just thrown at your head."

Tuesday, September 07, 2010

Your Best Friend is Suing You For 600 Million Dollars

It's no secret that I'm a Facebook holdout.

I view Facebook as more of a disease than a pastime - a tool that entices people to give up their personal data in exchange for its aggregated entertainment and networking tools.

So it's no small surprise that I feel like watching a movie about the creation of Facebook.

All of this you could put down to the fact that we have gotten very, very good at making movie trailers - but I like to think it's because I really liked Radiohead.



Slick.