When, as happened to yours truly this afternoon, on a visit to the Hallandale Beach Police Dept. HQ -you know, the Police Dept. that doesn't have an actual sign on US-1 or side streets indicating where it's located- to get some basic info about their Citizen Watch program and get contact info on the person who runs it, as well as questions about the accreditation report that was, supposedly being celebrated.
The one you spent taxpayer's funds to advertise in the paid ad, below.
But as is so often the case in Hallandale Beach when city employees are asked simple, reasonable questions and get requests for information that city residents are legally entitled to, a police official like Capt. Robert Rodgers gets beliigerant and forgets that I don't work for him, he works for me and other city residents.
Long story short, he starts acting defensive and starts saying things that are not factually correct, and not the sort of thing that you usually hear from -I remind you, city emploees- going so far as to often accuse you, the taxpayer, of "busting his balls."
Meanwhile, Hallandale Beach Chief of Police Thomas Magill just looks on quietly in the hallway doorway, as if this was the sort of harrangue he's used to his employees making.
Perhaps it is.
Then again, maybe it's just Capt. Rodgers' MO.
(And yes, before you ask, Magill was wearing that omnipresent camera of his that seems to be permanently affixed to his body. The same one that he was wearing when he was behind me in City Manager Mike Good's office on Wednesday afternoon -when, following nothing but buckpassing by the city's City Clerk on Monday regarding whether or not the city had yet made the phone call to COMCAST to tape the Wednesday night tax reform forum- I wanted to know what was happening. Yes, it's the same camera that Chief Magill was toting at the hurricane forum weeks before, when the room was more full of city employees than HB residents.)
On Monday, I'll get into all the particulars and the mis-disdirection when they said that they didn't know or find the email address of the person that is the city's police information officer (PIO) Andrew Casper.
It's never a good sign for the residents of the city that Chief Magill doesn't know or can't find the email address of the person that city taxpayers pay to answer media questions, and when you go to the city's website, http://www.hallandalebeach.org/Directory.asp you find:
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Saturday, June 30, 2007
M.I.A. State Senator Mandy Dawson is still alive, but still not straight with constituents
SouthBeachHoosier asks the following public policy question:
Why is the South Florida media so relatively easy on female elected officials who don't show up for work and shirk their responsibility to constituents?
Quick, what recent health situation affecting a local elected female official does this Mandy Dawson case closely (but not exactly) resemble, complete with softball treatement from The Miami Herald?
To be honest, it was one that had me completely dumb-founded, since much like Dawson's case, below -which Linda Kleindeinst does a great job of deconstructing and destroying here alibis- when it was first revealed olast year, it showed that the official put herself above her constituents' interests in having an effective, elected person representing them, not staff.
Is she paid per diem from taxpayers when she's NOT there -in Tallahassee- in person but there "in the spiritual sense?"
Send guesses to southbeachhoosier@gmail.com
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http://www.sun-sentinel.com/news/local/southflorida/sfl-flfdawson0630nbjun30,0,541902.story?coll=sfla-home-headlines
Florida state Sen. Dawson speaks out on her long record of absences
By Linda Kleindienst and Gregory Lewis
South Florida Sun-Sentinel
June 30, 2007
TALLAHASEE -- Mandy Dawson, who missed more sessions of the Florida Senate this year than any of her colleagues, seemed to have vanished from the public eye.
The Fort Lauderdale Democrat, whose district stretches from Fort Lauderdale to Palm Beach Gardens, was absent for more roll call votes this year than any of her fellow senators and skipped the entire three-day special session on property tax reform this month.
But Friday evening, Dawson spoke by cell phone and e-mail with the South Florida Sun-Sentinel. She suffers from a degenerative spinal disease and has already had two operations to relieve the pain. Now, she said, she is worried she might also have cancer.
"I've been down for most of three months. I deal with pain constantly," she said.
Since the Legislature adjourned its regular session May 4, few political colleagues had seen or heard from the three-term senator. Before and during the session, Dawson frequently missed committee and floor votes as well as meetings of the Broward and Palm Beach County legislative delegations and the Senate Democratic caucus. There was never a public explanation to her constituents or fellow lawmakers of where she was.
Dawson, 48, said she has been staying at a friend's house in Fort Lauderdale but had communicated with Senate President Ken Pruitt and said, "He knew I was in pain."
She said doctors earlier in the week found a spot on an X-ray of her hip. Women in her family have a history of cancer, she said.
"I'm spaced out, worried and I've been introverted," she said.
Until Friday, Dawson had not responded to numerous interview requests made to her office staff, and even longtime friends and political allies said they had no idea where she was. No one answered the door at her apartment in the Dorsey Riverbend section of northwest Fort Lauderdale earlier in the week.
Dawson has been plagued with health and attendance problems during her nine years in the Senate and has often cited pain as the reason for the absences. She said Friday that she has no intention of relinquishing office.
"Why would I think about resigning?" said Dawson, who is term-limited out of the Senate in 2008.
This year the full Senate has met 26 times, including four times during a January special session to address rising property insurance rates, twice during a mid-June special session on property tax relief and 20 times during the regular 60-day session.
Dawson missed the call-to-order roll call for nine, or more than one-third, of those sessions. She also was absent for three afternoon sessions of the Senate.
Senators can call or write the Senate president asking that an absence be excused. Dawson was officially excused four times. On April 13, she said she had a family emergency. On April 30, it was for an undisclosed personal matter, and she gave no specific reason for missing the property tax special session.
While she did attend every meeting of the Health Policy Committee she leads, she missed between one-third to one-half of the meetings of other panels she is on, including the Banking and Insurance Committee, the Criminal and Civil Justice Appropriations Committee and the Criminal Justice Committee.
Speaking in an interview earlier, Pruitt, R-Port St. Lucie, said he has no plans to remove her as chairwoman of the Senate Health Policy Committee.
"Her constituents are not being unserved," said Pruitt. "While she's not there in the physical sense, she's there in the spiritual sense."
Last year, Dawson missed several weeks of committee meetings and legislative proceedings as she recovered from surgery on her spine, her second operation since 2002. On her return to the Capitol, she wore a neck brace and navigated the hallways in a wheelchair.
Her past issues include public reprimands by then-Senate President Toni Jennings for chronic tardiness and absences in 2000, an agreement to undergo rehabilitation to avoid prosecution on a 2002 criminal charge that she altered a prescription for pain-killers, and a 2005 public reprimand by Senate colleagues for soliciting money from lobbyists to pay for a 10-day trip to South Africa for herself and a companion she refused to name.
Dawson said she is trying to deal with her pain without narcotics. "I don't want to go down that road again," she said. "So my options are to go to bed or keep moving. I am dragging my leg. I'm worried. I really am."
Lynette Norris of the Tallahassee Bureau contributed to this report.
Linda Kleindienst can be reached at lkleindienst@sun-sentinel.com or 850-224-6214.
Copyright © 2007, South Florida Sun-Sentinel
Why is the South Florida media so relatively easy on female elected officials who don't show up for work and shirk their responsibility to constituents?
Quick, what recent health situation affecting a local elected female official does this Mandy Dawson case closely (but not exactly) resemble, complete with softball treatement from The Miami Herald?
To be honest, it was one that had me completely dumb-founded, since much like Dawson's case, below -which Linda Kleindeinst does a great job of deconstructing and destroying here alibis- when it was first revealed olast year, it showed that the official put herself above her constituents' interests in having an effective, elected person representing them, not staff.
Is she paid per diem from taxpayers when she's NOT there -in Tallahassee- in person but there "in the spiritual sense?"
Send guesses to southbeachhoosier@gmail.com
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http://www.sun-sentinel.com/news/local/southflorida/sfl-flfdawson0630nbjun30,0,541902.story?coll=sfla-home-headlines
Florida state Sen. Dawson speaks out on her long record of absences
By Linda Kleindienst and Gregory Lewis
South Florida Sun-Sentinel
June 30, 2007
TALLAHASEE -- Mandy Dawson, who missed more sessions of the Florida Senate this year than any of her colleagues, seemed to have vanished from the public eye.
The Fort Lauderdale Democrat, whose district stretches from Fort Lauderdale to Palm Beach Gardens, was absent for more roll call votes this year than any of her fellow senators and skipped the entire three-day special session on property tax reform this month.
But Friday evening, Dawson spoke by cell phone and e-mail with the South Florida Sun-Sentinel. She suffers from a degenerative spinal disease and has already had two operations to relieve the pain. Now, she said, she is worried she might also have cancer.
"I've been down for most of three months. I deal with pain constantly," she said.
Since the Legislature adjourned its regular session May 4, few political colleagues had seen or heard from the three-term senator. Before and during the session, Dawson frequently missed committee and floor votes as well as meetings of the Broward and Palm Beach County legislative delegations and the Senate Democratic caucus. There was never a public explanation to her constituents or fellow lawmakers of where she was.
Dawson, 48, said she has been staying at a friend's house in Fort Lauderdale but had communicated with Senate President Ken Pruitt and said, "He knew I was in pain."
She said doctors earlier in the week found a spot on an X-ray of her hip. Women in her family have a history of cancer, she said.
"I'm spaced out, worried and I've been introverted," she said.
Until Friday, Dawson had not responded to numerous interview requests made to her office staff, and even longtime friends and political allies said they had no idea where she was. No one answered the door at her apartment in the Dorsey Riverbend section of northwest Fort Lauderdale earlier in the week.
Dawson has been plagued with health and attendance problems during her nine years in the Senate and has often cited pain as the reason for the absences. She said Friday that she has no intention of relinquishing office.
"Why would I think about resigning?" said Dawson, who is term-limited out of the Senate in 2008.
This year the full Senate has met 26 times, including four times during a January special session to address rising property insurance rates, twice during a mid-June special session on property tax relief and 20 times during the regular 60-day session.
Dawson missed the call-to-order roll call for nine, or more than one-third, of those sessions. She also was absent for three afternoon sessions of the Senate.
Senators can call or write the Senate president asking that an absence be excused. Dawson was officially excused four times. On April 13, she said she had a family emergency. On April 30, it was for an undisclosed personal matter, and she gave no specific reason for missing the property tax special session.
While she did attend every meeting of the Health Policy Committee she leads, she missed between one-third to one-half of the meetings of other panels she is on, including the Banking and Insurance Committee, the Criminal and Civil Justice Appropriations Committee and the Criminal Justice Committee.
Speaking in an interview earlier, Pruitt, R-Port St. Lucie, said he has no plans to remove her as chairwoman of the Senate Health Policy Committee.
"Her constituents are not being unserved," said Pruitt. "While she's not there in the physical sense, she's there in the spiritual sense."
Last year, Dawson missed several weeks of committee meetings and legislative proceedings as she recovered from surgery on her spine, her second operation since 2002. On her return to the Capitol, she wore a neck brace and navigated the hallways in a wheelchair.
Her past issues include public reprimands by then-Senate President Toni Jennings for chronic tardiness and absences in 2000, an agreement to undergo rehabilitation to avoid prosecution on a 2002 criminal charge that she altered a prescription for pain-killers, and a 2005 public reprimand by Senate colleagues for soliciting money from lobbyists to pay for a 10-day trip to South Africa for herself and a companion she refused to name.
Dawson said she is trying to deal with her pain without narcotics. "I don't want to go down that road again," she said. "So my options are to go to bed or keep moving. I am dragging my leg. I'm worried. I really am."
Lynette Norris of the Tallahassee Bureau contributed to this report.
Linda Kleindienst can be reached at lkleindienst@sun-sentinel.com or 850-224-6214.
Copyright © 2007, South Florida Sun-Sentinel
Friday, June 29, 2007
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Gordon's Brown's biggest challenge: dumb BBC reporters
Given the news of the day at 10 Downing Street, I thought this excerpt from a 2006 email expresses my feelings perfectly.
I wish I'd thought of adding this earlier!
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Wednesday June 28th, 2006
After reading this article from Der Spiegel, I couldn't pass up the chance to send it along, while reminding you of a prior email of mine from April regarding the myriad ups-and-downs of the
Tony Blair-Gordon Brown relationship, and how one of the BBC's Wash. correspondents, Katty Kay http://www.ctforum.org/popups/bio.asp?event_bio_image_id=3136 seems intent on becoming, singlehandedly, a one-woman mis-information bureau.
So you DON'T make the mistake in the future of putting any stock in what she says, here's an updated version of that earlier email.
On NPR's Diane Riehm Show http://wamu.org/programs/dr/ as well as on CNBC/syndicated Chris Matthews Show on weekends, Kay's constantly popping off about things she doesn't have any firm knowledge of, making the kind of banal comments that while uncomfortable enough to hear if uttered over the holidays by a visiting, know-it-all relative, almost certainly ought to get you dis-invited permanently from future gabfests of professional journalists.
After listening to her last year -perhaps one time too many- I was tempted to send an email to the DR Show's producers about her, saying simply:
Repeating something you read in The Economist isn't analysis, it's merely repetition, and an obvious repition at that; have the good manners to give credit for the material you 'borrow.'
Last October 2nd, on their excellent Panorama show, I listened to a great one-hour profile of Gordon Brown on BBC Radio that surpasses anything I've ever heard or seen on any American politician by the U.S. media.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/programmes/panorama/4305902.stm
I've certainly heard more than my share of slanted programming on the BBC over the years, but this profile, titled "Brown's Miracle Economy," almost made up for it, since it was all the things I wish the American TV cablenets here were:
informative, humorous, and full of interesting anecdotes from people who really know Brown in-depth, both supporters and critics, not just journos trying to ingratiate themself, like so much of
John McCain's media herd, ie. Boys on the Bus II!.
Yes, I still remember watching the Chicago Tribune's James Warren at the McCain "Straight Talk Express" public rally in downtown Alexandria with some friends, and seeing that Warren and another reporter friend -perhaps the Trib's Steve Daley?- even brought their kids to the event.
At that event, I spent about 10 minutes chatting on a bench with a very nice and friendly woman before the McCain bus and entourage showed up in all its red, white and blue glory.
She was too modest to tell me -before it dawned on me- that she was actually John McCain's sister-in-law.
As it happens, I voted for John McCain in the 2000 Virginia Primary since Al Gore didn't have any competition on the Democratic side and who wants to vote for someone unopposed?
Certainly not me!
(Just so you know, in keeping with my DLC tendencies, I voted for Gore over Mike Dukakis in the 1988 Florida primary, which I did just before kissing my Mom goodbye and driving up to DC for good, listening to the results of Super Tuesday on the radio as I drove up the East Coast, hearing the excuses and alibis of local, state and national candidates I'd never heard of, as I made my way thru the absurdly long state Florida, pecan-loving rest stops in Georgia, the come-hither appeal of South of the Border in the Carolinas and numerous road tolls in The Dominion.)
That's why I've voted for myself before since moving to South Florida, for congress in 2006, since I see the incumbent congressman, Kendrick Meek, as such an unappealing and intellectual lightweight for reasons that I can't get fully into here but which are numerous and instructive.
[SouthBeachHoosier readers-
I will have some very critical posts on Meek in the next few days that I've had in draf form for many months, pre-dating the current heat he's catching now due to the Miami Herald finally disclosing the particular involvement of him and his mother, Carrie, the previous rep for my district, in securing county and federal housing funds.
Yes, I live in his CD despite the fact that I live less than two miles from the beach in Broward County, unlike other fellow congressional constituents who live in Liberty City, Overtown, Opa-Locka and Miami Gardens in Miami-Dade County, which is, after all, why they call it gerrymandering, oui?
The area immediately East of me is actually represnted by a woman whom I loathe even more than I dislike Meek, a woman whose CD is located 99% west of me, Debbie Wasserman-Schultz, another longtime bete noire of mine, as you'll soon see, due to her tendency to comfort the affluent and powerful in her CD, and her attempt to become some sort of young & female Jewish political superstar of the sort that other congressmen and women like to have show up at their fundraising events across the country, even though she's little more than a run-of-the-mill rep herself, since my younger sister is represented by her.
You may know DWS better for giving -along with Meek and Rep. Ryan of Ohio- highly partisan and predictable speeches -poorly- in the well of the House at midnight, when you're waiting for the regularly scheduled tape of a program you missed earlier on C-SPAN.
The Panorama program went into great detail about Brown's many personal and political failings, specifically, his demonstrated lack of the retail political touch that Blair & Clinton have mastered, which, to be fair, is uncommon.
More to the point, though, they examined how that particular deficiency would play itself out to a British public that, whether they liked Blair now or not, had, in fact, gotten quite used to Tony Blair's natural quick wit and wonk brain, not to mention, his sense of ease among voters and
his unusually close personal relationships with Clinton and Bush 43, even when they disagreed over specific policies.
It's an advantage(!) to be represented by someone who doesn't stumble over the English language, as former Ball State Cardinal and native Hoosier David Letterman consciously points out in his running feature on Bush-speak.
Those aren't easily replicated genes.
[This latter point was brought home to me last year, when a college friend of mine, now living in Notting Hill, sent me a DVD of all the 2005 British political TV ads.
I saw for myself how utterly stiff Brown was in comparison with Blair, never more so than in the Labour Party's big TV ad right before the election, with the two of them seated around a table talking.
(This was when the British public's desire to know when Blair would resign was literally at a fever pitch.)
The side-by-side comparison with Blair did Brown no favors, as some political analysts even suggested that Brown's disquieting appearance in the ad was at least partly responsible for some losses in traditional Labour strongholds.
In short, Brown gets in the door, but he doesn't close the sale.
The best TV political ad I saw was the Conservative Party's, built around their "Are You Thinking What We're Thinking" slogan, featuring normal working-class women and youth of different cultures and backgrounds, talking about seizing the opportunities that Britain offers, and a willingness to work hard and 'play by the rules' for life's rewards -and expecting others to do the same.
I was literally speechless after seeing it.
If I'm any judge, they were exactly the sort of ads that DLC Dems should be using in places like Tenn., N.C. or the Midwest, among other places -but aren't and won't.
In short, the sort of ad that if Harold Ford wasn't Harold Ford, might actually help him in that Tenn. Senate race that he'll probably lose, but which a smart and engaging John Edwards should and could've used before but can't now because he's damaged goods, rather than
continuing to rely on his divisive 'two Americas' spiel.
Or maybe I'm simply 'projecting' the sort of national Democratic Party I want to be able to vote for again -some day.]
A few days after hearing the BBC broadcast, which I taped, I heard Kay saying things that ran counter to what the BBC program had explained in depth, but naturally, as is so often the case, none of the other panelists were brave enough to correct her mistakes.
Then, in late December, on the Matthews CNBC panel show, when asked to survey the political landscape and go out on a limb and name a dark horse newsmaker for 2006, she said, yes, that's right: "Barack Obama."
Wow, naming someone that's already been on the cover of Newsweek?
Way to go out on a limb!
Conclusion: Katty Kay's no expert!
Consider yourselves warned!
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SPIEGEL ONLINE - June 27, 2006, 05:57 PMURL: http://service.spiegel.de/cache/international/spiegel/0,1518,423811,00.html
Britain's Eternal Second-in-Command Slowly, Gordon Is Growing Impatient with Tony Blair
By Thomas Hüetlin in London
Tony Blair is more unpopular than ever. He's promised to hand over the reins to Chancellor of the Exchequer Gordon Brown, but so far it's been an empty promise. Meanwhile, the prime minister's political rival is growing increasingly impatient.
It's noon at London's Heathrow Airport as Gordon Brown strides into the world's largest passenger airplane with the confident gait of a former rugby player. His chest pumped up to full capacity, his jaw as square as a brick, his hair characteristically unkempt, Brown, surrounded by his entourage, strolls through the Airbus A380 towards the cockpit and sits down in the pilot's seat. "Do you like the feeling of sitting in the leadership position?" someone asks. Brown, his mouth twisting into a smile, responds: "I'm here, but no one has awarded me my pilot's license yet."
AP
Britain's Prime Minister Tony Blair, left, and Chancellor of the Exchequer Gordon Brown
The next day, the British Chancellor of the Exchequer once again finds himself near an important button. At a ceremony to open a new underwater stage at Pinewood Studios, Brown flicks a switch and a blue VW Golf is dropped into a swimming pool. As it sinks, he jokes: "What a wonderful sensation of power -- not exactly what one has as Chancellor of the Exchequer."
All too obvious allusions and making himself the butt of jokes are currently the only way Brown is able to publicly put British voters, the Labour Party and the most powerful man in the country on notice that he has served long enough as the government's second-in-command. He wants the top job, finally, the job at Number 10 Downing Street.
Brown has waited more than 12 years to become the charismatic Tony Blair's successor. But the time never seemed right for Blair, who repeatedly postponed the decision -- most recently ahead of his third election victory, when he promised not to run for prime minister a fourth time if voted into office. But with each new day in which Brown is once again confronted with his powerlessness, he seems more and more like an eternal second-in-command.
Fixated on the idea that the process of political erosion plaguing his Labour Party can only be stopped with him at the helm, Blair is playing for time. Opinion polls have the governing party seven percentage points behind the opposition Conservatives. The prime minister hopes that his reform program will help him regain the confidence of voters, especially among the upwardly mobile middle classes in southern and central England. His only remaining asset in this campaign for voter support is a self-confidence bordering on ignorance. To boost his own profile, Blair has offered his Chancellor of the Exchequer a new compromise -- one intended to bring Brown a bit closer to his goal. Blair has said that he will guarantee his successor a "stable and orderly transition," one that gives Brown sufficient time "to establish himself." But when does he plan to resign? No comment. "Announcing such a date," says one Labour member of parliament (MP), displaying a typically British fondness of warlike metaphors, "would be just as crazy as announcing the day on which Allied forces landed in Normandy."
An especially malicious facet of Blair's amorphous promise was his remark that Brown "will be absolutely New Labour to his fingertips." Brown has remained deferential, as he was last week when, to the dismay of Labour's left wing, he called for a revamping of Britain's nuclear weapons program. Should the Chancellor of the Exchequer deviate from this position in the future, Blair could threaten to withdraw his support for Brown becoming his successor.
DER SPIEGEL
Graphic: Blair's Descent
The prospect of succeeding Blair isn't Brown's only driving force. He is also motivated by the experiences of his childhood in Kirkcaldy, a small industrial city on the west coast of Scotland and, more specifically, in the town's St. Brycedale Church. In his sermons, Brown's father, who was a pastor at the church, often preached that the individual is insignificant, that the individual must serve the community and that the individual has a duty to make the world a less unjust place through hard work.
This was no abstract set of virtues during Brown's childhood, but bitter reality. The sick, the poor and the needy -- the casualties of a dying industrial town whose goods were no longer in demand and whose linoleum factories were wasting away -- sought comfort and protection at the St. Brycedale parsonage. "You can quickly discover the meaning of life and death there," says Brown, who was born in 1951, referring to his childhood home.
He entered the university in fashionable Edinburgh at 16, but he also dreamed of a career as a football or rugby player. Less than a year later, retinal detachment almost cost him his sight in both eyes. The ambitious young student was forced to spend six months lying in a dark room, without books and filled with apprehension. Doctors saved one eye and he became blind in the other. From then on, Brown's smile seemed to have lost a bit of its brightness.
He joined the Labour Party, where he soon developed a reputation as an oddball, dressed in his grimy Burberry coat, constantly dragging around plastic bags filled with pamphlets, newspaper clippings and notes, and always arriving too late, because even in the hinterlands 24 hours simply couldn't contain a typical Brown day. Once, when his apartment was burglarized, a police officer remarked that he had never experienced such an act of pointless vandalism in his 30 years of service. A baffled Brown glanced at the chaos and said: "Why? It looks perfectly normal to me."
A political marriage
The "Granita" Restaurant isn't exactly the setting where one would propose marriage -- or any other sort of long-term union. It's a Spartan type of place, with its concrete walls, plain chairs, bright lights and straightforward menu. On May 31, 1994, Tony Blair was sitting at a table near the back of the room, waiting for Gordon Brown. The meeting lasted an hour, and when it ended the two men had sealed a pact matched only by the locale in its merciless sense of clarity.
After the death of Labour leader John Smith, both men were in fact interested in the position of party leader. But Brown backed down when Blair offered him the position of Chancellor of the Exchequer in the event of a Labour victory, along with the assurance that the position would be configured to enable Brown to control not only the country's economic direction, but also the government's domestic and social policy.
Blair, born in 1953, is also said to have assured his friend and adversary that Brown would succeed him at Downing Street after two successful terms. The next day, Brown, only slightly devoid of his characteristic glumness, announced: "I believe that Tony Blair can lead us to an election victory."
The two men had met 11 years earlier, Blair as an MP for Sedgefield and Brown as a newly elected MP for his district, Dumfermline. The junior MPs shared a windowless office in Westminster, where they soon realized that Labour would have to change dramatically for the party to stand any chance of not being plowed under for decades by then-Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher's conservative revolution. The manifesto that had just sealed a death warrant for leading leftist candidate Michael Foot -- an absurd tome containing a national five-year platform and plans for a massive redistribution of wealth -- had been lampooned in the press as the "longest suicide note in English history."
The birth of New Labour
The innovators sensed that replacing the red flag with a red rose as Labour's trademark wouldn't be the most promising approach to overhauling the party. They began to make friends with the left's worst enemy, capitalism. The philosophy of New Labour, attractively packaged under the slogan "The Third Way," gradually developed into a sensation.
"Capitalism has won," Brown would tell his former class enemies in the mid-1990s in the countless meetings New Labour initiated at the London Stock Exchange. "We have learned our lesson, and we will not return to Old Labour. We are closer to the Democrats in America than to Europe's socialists."
The two rebels quickly became known as "blood brothers" and "twins." Brown -- who with his student politics, his experience working on party committees and his theoretical writings, came from a complex political background -- became the duo's thinker. Blair, who could give a carnival barker a run for his money, became the orator.
"Whenever a party member had a meeting with Brown, he would return with a look of concern on his face, insisting that he would have to brush up on his political literature next time," says a Labour MP, describing the duo's effect on people. "Those who met with Blair would return with shining eyes, raving over how clever and what a good listener Blair was, and would insist that they had managed to give Blair some important suggestions."
The Tony and Gordon Show began. On the one side was gloomy bachelor Brown, who would advise his respective girlfriends to keep the relationship secret, and on the other was Blair, the charming family man, who had no qualms over discussing his favorite cars and pop bands in a Cosmopolitan interview. On the one side was Brown, who despised small talk, and on the other was Blair, who could easily make conversation with even the most boring people -- as long as it served his purposes.
The most powerful exchequer in history
The natural consequence of this division of labor was that Blair captured the top job in 1997 and Brown became the most powerful Chancellor of the Exchequer in British history. In Britain, the finance ministry, or Her Majesty's Treasury, initially collects 95 percent of taxes, essentially giving the Chancellor of the Exchequer control over other ministries. Nothing works in Britain without Brown, from pensions to child poverty programs to investments in the country's healthcare and education system. And even opponents admit that after nine years, Brown's performance -- including almost three percent annual growth, supporting the longest economic boom in British history, low unemployment of about five percent, low inflation and a remarkably stable currency -- has been nothing short of spectacular. Although Britain's debts are growing, the country is currently in a better position financially than most of its G8 counterparts.
Precisely because of this successful economic record, Brown sees Europe mainly as a decrepit entity sorely in need of rehabilitation, and despite the fact that Brown flashed quite a few smiles -- by his standards -- during a recent visit to Berlin and praised Germany's efforts to reform economically, he remains fundamentally skeptical when it comes to the European continent. When Blair indicated an openness to the euro three years ago, it was Brown who presented a 1,738-page study explaining why such a move would be ill-advised.
The relationship between these blood brothers has become porous over time. Some Labour MPs feel that Brown essentially never forgave Blair for the "Granita" pact. To this day, they say, he sees it as a theft that robbed him of a job for which he had spent 30 years working his way through the small print of political life. By the spring of 2004, when the prime minister, weakened by the Iraq war, indicated that he would soon make way for Brown and then backtracked six months later, the words Brown allegedly shouted at Blair would characterize their relationship from then one: "Whatever you tell me in the future, I won't believe a word you say."
Insiders report that Brown's mistrust is beginning to reveal open signs of contempt when, for example, he takes his time responding to a Blair request for the latest figures from his annual budget.
Nevertheless, Brown plans to continue pursuing his rise to the top, a goal that even prevents him from growing weary of praising Blair, now his best enemy, as "the most successful Labour leader the party has ever had."
In public appearances, Brown is also making a visible effort to shed his public persona of the gloomy Rottweiler keeping watch over the British economy. Thanks to his marriage to PR consultant Sarah Macaulay -- the couple was married shortly before his 50th birthday -- Brown now wears purple instead of his trademark blood-red ties, steadfastly kisses his young son's head for the cameras and even admitted recently to having loaded the latest summer hit by northern English neo-punk band The Arctic Monkeys, "I bet you look good on the dance floor," onto his iPod.
As long as Brown doesn't make the mistake of stepping onto a dance floor himself, he can still hope that he'll be prime minister in the end. And when? Whenever it suits Tony Blair, something that not even a blood brother will be able to change.
Translated from the German by Christopher Sultan
© SPIEGEL ONLINE 2006All Rights ReservedReproduction only allowed with the permission of SPIEGELnet GmbH
I wish I'd thought of adding this earlier!
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Wednesday June 28th, 2006
After reading this article from Der Spiegel, I couldn't pass up the chance to send it along, while reminding you of a prior email of mine from April regarding the myriad ups-and-downs of the
Tony Blair-Gordon Brown relationship, and how one of the BBC's Wash. correspondents, Katty Kay http://www.ctforum.org/popups/bio.asp?event_bio_image_id=3136 seems intent on becoming, singlehandedly, a one-woman mis-information bureau.
So you DON'T make the mistake in the future of putting any stock in what she says, here's an updated version of that earlier email.
On NPR's Diane Riehm Show http://wamu.org/programs/dr/ as well as on CNBC/syndicated Chris Matthews Show on weekends, Kay's constantly popping off about things she doesn't have any firm knowledge of, making the kind of banal comments that while uncomfortable enough to hear if uttered over the holidays by a visiting, know-it-all relative, almost certainly ought to get you dis-invited permanently from future gabfests of professional journalists.
After listening to her last year -perhaps one time too many- I was tempted to send an email to the DR Show's producers about her, saying simply:
Repeating something you read in The Economist isn't analysis, it's merely repetition, and an obvious repition at that; have the good manners to give credit for the material you 'borrow.'
Last October 2nd, on their excellent Panorama show, I listened to a great one-hour profile of Gordon Brown on BBC Radio that surpasses anything I've ever heard or seen on any American politician by the U.S. media.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/programmes/panorama/4305902.stm
I've certainly heard more than my share of slanted programming on the BBC over the years, but this profile, titled "Brown's Miracle Economy," almost made up for it, since it was all the things I wish the American TV cablenets here were:
informative, humorous, and full of interesting anecdotes from people who really know Brown in-depth, both supporters and critics, not just journos trying to ingratiate themself, like so much of
John McCain's media herd, ie. Boys on the Bus II!.
Yes, I still remember watching the Chicago Tribune's James Warren at the McCain "Straight Talk Express" public rally in downtown Alexandria with some friends, and seeing that Warren and another reporter friend -perhaps the Trib's Steve Daley?- even brought their kids to the event.
At that event, I spent about 10 minutes chatting on a bench with a very nice and friendly woman before the McCain bus and entourage showed up in all its red, white and blue glory.
She was too modest to tell me -before it dawned on me- that she was actually John McCain's sister-in-law.
As it happens, I voted for John McCain in the 2000 Virginia Primary since Al Gore didn't have any competition on the Democratic side and who wants to vote for someone unopposed?
Certainly not me!
(Just so you know, in keeping with my DLC tendencies, I voted for Gore over Mike Dukakis in the 1988 Florida primary, which I did just before kissing my Mom goodbye and driving up to DC for good, listening to the results of Super Tuesday on the radio as I drove up the East Coast, hearing the excuses and alibis of local, state and national candidates I'd never heard of, as I made my way thru the absurdly long state Florida, pecan-loving rest stops in Georgia, the come-hither appeal of South of the Border in the Carolinas and numerous road tolls in The Dominion.)
That's why I've voted for myself before since moving to South Florida, for congress in 2006, since I see the incumbent congressman, Kendrick Meek, as such an unappealing and intellectual lightweight for reasons that I can't get fully into here but which are numerous and instructive.
[SouthBeachHoosier readers-
I will have some very critical posts on Meek in the next few days that I've had in draf form for many months, pre-dating the current heat he's catching now due to the Miami Herald finally disclosing the particular involvement of him and his mother, Carrie, the previous rep for my district, in securing county and federal housing funds.
Yes, I live in his CD despite the fact that I live less than two miles from the beach in Broward County, unlike other fellow congressional constituents who live in Liberty City, Overtown, Opa-Locka and Miami Gardens in Miami-Dade County, which is, after all, why they call it gerrymandering, oui?
The area immediately East of me is actually represnted by a woman whom I loathe even more than I dislike Meek, a woman whose CD is located 99% west of me, Debbie Wasserman-Schultz, another longtime bete noire of mine, as you'll soon see, due to her tendency to comfort the affluent and powerful in her CD, and her attempt to become some sort of young & female Jewish political superstar of the sort that other congressmen and women like to have show up at their fundraising events across the country, even though she's little more than a run-of-the-mill rep herself, since my younger sister is represented by her.
You may know DWS better for giving -along with Meek and Rep. Ryan of Ohio- highly partisan and predictable speeches -poorly- in the well of the House at midnight, when you're waiting for the regularly scheduled tape of a program you missed earlier on C-SPAN.
The Meeks involvement in an aspect of the greater South Florida public housing scnadal that threatens to lead to the feds actually taking over the county's program because of criminal neglect, is but a small part of what the Herald's Debbie Cenzipper the Pulizer Prize just a few weeks ago. As you'll recall, the herald kept it on the downn-low that she was leaving for the washington Post and had signed to do so even before she was finsihed with her series.]
The Panorama program went into great detail about Brown's many personal and political failings, specifically, his demonstrated lack of the retail political touch that Blair & Clinton have mastered, which, to be fair, is uncommon.
More to the point, though, they examined how that particular deficiency would play itself out to a British public that, whether they liked Blair now or not, had, in fact, gotten quite used to Tony Blair's natural quick wit and wonk brain, not to mention, his sense of ease among voters and
his unusually close personal relationships with Clinton and Bush 43, even when they disagreed over specific policies.
It's an advantage(!) to be represented by someone who doesn't stumble over the English language, as former Ball State Cardinal and native Hoosier David Letterman consciously points out in his running feature on Bush-speak.
Those aren't easily replicated genes.
[This latter point was brought home to me last year, when a college friend of mine, now living in Notting Hill, sent me a DVD of all the 2005 British political TV ads.
I saw for myself how utterly stiff Brown was in comparison with Blair, never more so than in the Labour Party's big TV ad right before the election, with the two of them seated around a table talking.
(This was when the British public's desire to know when Blair would resign was literally at a fever pitch.)
The side-by-side comparison with Blair did Brown no favors, as some political analysts even suggested that Brown's disquieting appearance in the ad was at least partly responsible for some losses in traditional Labour strongholds.
In short, Brown gets in the door, but he doesn't close the sale.
The best TV political ad I saw was the Conservative Party's, built around their "Are You Thinking What We're Thinking" slogan, featuring normal working-class women and youth of different cultures and backgrounds, talking about seizing the opportunities that Britain offers, and a willingness to work hard and 'play by the rules' for life's rewards -and expecting others to do the same.
I was literally speechless after seeing it.
If I'm any judge, they were exactly the sort of ads that DLC Dems should be using in places like Tenn., N.C. or the Midwest, among other places -but aren't and won't.
In short, the sort of ad that if Harold Ford wasn't Harold Ford, might actually help him in that Tenn. Senate race that he'll probably lose, but which a smart and engaging John Edwards should and could've used before but can't now because he's damaged goods, rather than
continuing to rely on his divisive 'two Americas' spiel.
Or maybe I'm simply 'projecting' the sort of national Democratic Party I want to be able to vote for again -some day.]
A few days after hearing the BBC broadcast, which I taped, I heard Kay saying things that ran counter to what the BBC program had explained in depth, but naturally, as is so often the case, none of the other panelists were brave enough to correct her mistakes.
Then, in late December, on the Matthews CNBC panel show, when asked to survey the political landscape and go out on a limb and name a dark horse newsmaker for 2006, she said, yes, that's right: "Barack Obama."
Wow, naming someone that's already been on the cover of Newsweek?
Way to go out on a limb!
Conclusion: Katty Kay's no expert!
Consider yourselves warned!
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SPIEGEL ONLINE - June 27, 2006, 05:57 PMURL: http://service.spiegel.de/cache/international/spiegel/0,1518,423811,00.html
Britain's Eternal Second-in-Command Slowly, Gordon Is Growing Impatient with Tony Blair
By Thomas Hüetlin in London
Tony Blair is more unpopular than ever. He's promised to hand over the reins to Chancellor of the Exchequer Gordon Brown, but so far it's been an empty promise. Meanwhile, the prime minister's political rival is growing increasingly impatient.
It's noon at London's Heathrow Airport as Gordon Brown strides into the world's largest passenger airplane with the confident gait of a former rugby player. His chest pumped up to full capacity, his jaw as square as a brick, his hair characteristically unkempt, Brown, surrounded by his entourage, strolls through the Airbus A380 towards the cockpit and sits down in the pilot's seat. "Do you like the feeling of sitting in the leadership position?" someone asks. Brown, his mouth twisting into a smile, responds: "I'm here, but no one has awarded me my pilot's license yet."
AP
Britain's Prime Minister Tony Blair, left, and Chancellor of the Exchequer Gordon Brown
The next day, the British Chancellor of the Exchequer once again finds himself near an important button. At a ceremony to open a new underwater stage at Pinewood Studios, Brown flicks a switch and a blue VW Golf is dropped into a swimming pool. As it sinks, he jokes: "What a wonderful sensation of power -- not exactly what one has as Chancellor of the Exchequer."
All too obvious allusions and making himself the butt of jokes are currently the only way Brown is able to publicly put British voters, the Labour Party and the most powerful man in the country on notice that he has served long enough as the government's second-in-command. He wants the top job, finally, the job at Number 10 Downing Street.
Brown has waited more than 12 years to become the charismatic Tony Blair's successor. But the time never seemed right for Blair, who repeatedly postponed the decision -- most recently ahead of his third election victory, when he promised not to run for prime minister a fourth time if voted into office. But with each new day in which Brown is once again confronted with his powerlessness, he seems more and more like an eternal second-in-command.
Fixated on the idea that the process of political erosion plaguing his Labour Party can only be stopped with him at the helm, Blair is playing for time. Opinion polls have the governing party seven percentage points behind the opposition Conservatives. The prime minister hopes that his reform program will help him regain the confidence of voters, especially among the upwardly mobile middle classes in southern and central England. His only remaining asset in this campaign for voter support is a self-confidence bordering on ignorance. To boost his own profile, Blair has offered his Chancellor of the Exchequer a new compromise -- one intended to bring Brown a bit closer to his goal. Blair has said that he will guarantee his successor a "stable and orderly transition," one that gives Brown sufficient time "to establish himself." But when does he plan to resign? No comment. "Announcing such a date," says one Labour member of parliament (MP), displaying a typically British fondness of warlike metaphors, "would be just as crazy as announcing the day on which Allied forces landed in Normandy."
An especially malicious facet of Blair's amorphous promise was his remark that Brown "will be absolutely New Labour to his fingertips." Brown has remained deferential, as he was last week when, to the dismay of Labour's left wing, he called for a revamping of Britain's nuclear weapons program. Should the Chancellor of the Exchequer deviate from this position in the future, Blair could threaten to withdraw his support for Brown becoming his successor.
DER SPIEGEL
Graphic: Blair's Descent
The prospect of succeeding Blair isn't Brown's only driving force. He is also motivated by the experiences of his childhood in Kirkcaldy, a small industrial city on the west coast of Scotland and, more specifically, in the town's St. Brycedale Church. In his sermons, Brown's father, who was a pastor at the church, often preached that the individual is insignificant, that the individual must serve the community and that the individual has a duty to make the world a less unjust place through hard work.
This was no abstract set of virtues during Brown's childhood, but bitter reality. The sick, the poor and the needy -- the casualties of a dying industrial town whose goods were no longer in demand and whose linoleum factories were wasting away -- sought comfort and protection at the St. Brycedale parsonage. "You can quickly discover the meaning of life and death there," says Brown, who was born in 1951, referring to his childhood home.
He entered the university in fashionable Edinburgh at 16, but he also dreamed of a career as a football or rugby player. Less than a year later, retinal detachment almost cost him his sight in both eyes. The ambitious young student was forced to spend six months lying in a dark room, without books and filled with apprehension. Doctors saved one eye and he became blind in the other. From then on, Brown's smile seemed to have lost a bit of its brightness.
He joined the Labour Party, where he soon developed a reputation as an oddball, dressed in his grimy Burberry coat, constantly dragging around plastic bags filled with pamphlets, newspaper clippings and notes, and always arriving too late, because even in the hinterlands 24 hours simply couldn't contain a typical Brown day. Once, when his apartment was burglarized, a police officer remarked that he had never experienced such an act of pointless vandalism in his 30 years of service. A baffled Brown glanced at the chaos and said: "Why? It looks perfectly normal to me."
A political marriage
The "Granita" Restaurant isn't exactly the setting where one would propose marriage -- or any other sort of long-term union. It's a Spartan type of place, with its concrete walls, plain chairs, bright lights and straightforward menu. On May 31, 1994, Tony Blair was sitting at a table near the back of the room, waiting for Gordon Brown. The meeting lasted an hour, and when it ended the two men had sealed a pact matched only by the locale in its merciless sense of clarity.
After the death of Labour leader John Smith, both men were in fact interested in the position of party leader. But Brown backed down when Blair offered him the position of Chancellor of the Exchequer in the event of a Labour victory, along with the assurance that the position would be configured to enable Brown to control not only the country's economic direction, but also the government's domestic and social policy.
Blair, born in 1953, is also said to have assured his friend and adversary that Brown would succeed him at Downing Street after two successful terms. The next day, Brown, only slightly devoid of his characteristic glumness, announced: "I believe that Tony Blair can lead us to an election victory."
The two men had met 11 years earlier, Blair as an MP for Sedgefield and Brown as a newly elected MP for his district, Dumfermline. The junior MPs shared a windowless office in Westminster, where they soon realized that Labour would have to change dramatically for the party to stand any chance of not being plowed under for decades by then-Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher's conservative revolution. The manifesto that had just sealed a death warrant for leading leftist candidate Michael Foot -- an absurd tome containing a national five-year platform and plans for a massive redistribution of wealth -- had been lampooned in the press as the "longest suicide note in English history."
The birth of New Labour
The innovators sensed that replacing the red flag with a red rose as Labour's trademark wouldn't be the most promising approach to overhauling the party. They began to make friends with the left's worst enemy, capitalism. The philosophy of New Labour, attractively packaged under the slogan "The Third Way," gradually developed into a sensation.
"Capitalism has won," Brown would tell his former class enemies in the mid-1990s in the countless meetings New Labour initiated at the London Stock Exchange. "We have learned our lesson, and we will not return to Old Labour. We are closer to the Democrats in America than to Europe's socialists."
The two rebels quickly became known as "blood brothers" and "twins." Brown -- who with his student politics, his experience working on party committees and his theoretical writings, came from a complex political background -- became the duo's thinker. Blair, who could give a carnival barker a run for his money, became the orator.
"Whenever a party member had a meeting with Brown, he would return with a look of concern on his face, insisting that he would have to brush up on his political literature next time," says a Labour MP, describing the duo's effect on people. "Those who met with Blair would return with shining eyes, raving over how clever and what a good listener Blair was, and would insist that they had managed to give Blair some important suggestions."
The Tony and Gordon Show began. On the one side was gloomy bachelor Brown, who would advise his respective girlfriends to keep the relationship secret, and on the other was Blair, the charming family man, who had no qualms over discussing his favorite cars and pop bands in a Cosmopolitan interview. On the one side was Brown, who despised small talk, and on the other was Blair, who could easily make conversation with even the most boring people -- as long as it served his purposes.
The most powerful exchequer in history
The natural consequence of this division of labor was that Blair captured the top job in 1997 and Brown became the most powerful Chancellor of the Exchequer in British history. In Britain, the finance ministry, or Her Majesty's Treasury, initially collects 95 percent of taxes, essentially giving the Chancellor of the Exchequer control over other ministries. Nothing works in Britain without Brown, from pensions to child poverty programs to investments in the country's healthcare and education system. And even opponents admit that after nine years, Brown's performance -- including almost three percent annual growth, supporting the longest economic boom in British history, low unemployment of about five percent, low inflation and a remarkably stable currency -- has been nothing short of spectacular. Although Britain's debts are growing, the country is currently in a better position financially than most of its G8 counterparts.
Precisely because of this successful economic record, Brown sees Europe mainly as a decrepit entity sorely in need of rehabilitation, and despite the fact that Brown flashed quite a few smiles -- by his standards -- during a recent visit to Berlin and praised Germany's efforts to reform economically, he remains fundamentally skeptical when it comes to the European continent. When Blair indicated an openness to the euro three years ago, it was Brown who presented a 1,738-page study explaining why such a move would be ill-advised.
The relationship between these blood brothers has become porous over time. Some Labour MPs feel that Brown essentially never forgave Blair for the "Granita" pact. To this day, they say, he sees it as a theft that robbed him of a job for which he had spent 30 years working his way through the small print of political life. By the spring of 2004, when the prime minister, weakened by the Iraq war, indicated that he would soon make way for Brown and then backtracked six months later, the words Brown allegedly shouted at Blair would characterize their relationship from then one: "Whatever you tell me in the future, I won't believe a word you say."
Insiders report that Brown's mistrust is beginning to reveal open signs of contempt when, for example, he takes his time responding to a Blair request for the latest figures from his annual budget.
Nevertheless, Brown plans to continue pursuing his rise to the top, a goal that even prevents him from growing weary of praising Blair, now his best enemy, as "the most successful Labour leader the party has ever had."
In public appearances, Brown is also making a visible effort to shed his public persona of the gloomy Rottweiler keeping watch over the British economy. Thanks to his marriage to PR consultant Sarah Macaulay -- the couple was married shortly before his 50th birthday -- Brown now wears purple instead of his trademark blood-red ties, steadfastly kisses his young son's head for the cameras and even admitted recently to having loaded the latest summer hit by northern English neo-punk band The Arctic Monkeys, "I bet you look good on the dance floor," onto his iPod.
As long as Brown doesn't make the mistake of stepping onto a dance floor himself, he can still hope that he'll be prime minister in the end. And when? Whenever it suits Tony Blair, something that not even a blood brother will be able to change.
Translated from the German by Christopher Sultan
© SPIEGEL ONLINE 2006All Rights ReservedReproduction only allowed with the permission of SPIEGELnet GmbH
Washington Post's eternal problem with female sportswriters
In looking for the WaPo articles I posted yesterday about the effort to bring MLB to Northern Virginia, I happened to come across an email I sent some friends about my own particular take over the problems that were then -and still- plaguing the Washington Post.
The short excerpt below is about their eternal & elusive search for a quality female sports reporter or columnist who'd actually stay in sports, and NOT migrate to other sections of the paper, notably, the Style section.
(Or, recognize a vacuum in the media sports world and make like Christine Brennan - http://www.christinebrennan.com/ -and leave for USA Today, while simultaneously becoming a ubiquitous, omnipresent author, media expert & star on figure skating -a sports I'm pretty knowledgable about- leaving the Post in the rear-view mirror.
Personally, I'm sort of hot-and-cold on Christine as a writer, as her good stuff is extremely good, but it's a little too infrequent for me, but I seem to be in a minority since she's still toiling at USA Today, which gives her a great national perch and the latitude to do speeches and make personal appearances.
Her USAT columns are at http://www.usatoday.com/sports/columnist/brennan/index.htm)
The Style section has long been the golden section of the Post where writers really get the license to write in detail about subjects and personalities that they're curious about.
Or, more to the Post's p.o.v. -and the way that things are and branded in Washington- hope you'll first hear about in its pages.
It's where, literally one or two very good pieces gets you the kind of attention that leads to you getting in Vanity Fair, GQ or Esquire.
Or, in Rachel Nichols' unique situation, the Post was so desperate to keep her -so that they'd have more than zero females- at the newspaper as a reporter (she's been the beat reporter covering the Capitals hockey team among others), they even let her write about the team while living in New York for weeks and months on end.
Naturally, she repaid their bending over backwards by jumping to ESPN, despite only being very, very average.
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Thursday Sept. 22, 2005
The author of this okay-not-great piece, Linda Robertson, is the very good Miami Herald reporter that I really hoped the Washington Post would hire a few years ago during one of WaPo Sports Editor George Solomon's occasional "there aren't enough women in the sports dept." harangues, wherein the Post, supposedly, would conduct a national talent search for a talented female Sports writer.
But the first rule for the Post is always raid your competitors first, addition by subtraction, so instead of having a real national search for a much-needed infusion of talent and fresh air, they hired away Jennifer Frey from the New York Times, as hinted at by The Washingtonian magazine.
How utterly predictable!
As soon as I read her first few columns, I knew in no time at all, she'd be angling for the Style section as soon as she got a desk on 15th Street, N.W.
It was no time at all before Frey's name started appearing frequently in the Style section and not at all in sports section.
My prescience proved crystal clear, witness this June 9th, 2001 set-up:
Focus on a Rarer Beauty:Former Fashion Photographer Views
Albinism Through a New Lens
By Jennifer Frey
Washington Post Staff Writer
She was standing at a bus stop on Park Avenue, all white-blond hair and pale, pale skin and giggly smiles. She had to be about 13, or not much older. Rick Guidotti, high-fashion photographer, a man who spent his days snapping Cindy and Claudia and Kate, remembers looking at the girl and thinking: "Now, that is beauty. So much life. So much happiness. That girl is gorgeous."
This time though, the Orioles beleagured bullpen held on...
I started noticing more and more often that Rachel Nichols, a very average writer in my opinion, but someone with a real talent for acting like every 50/60-ish male sportswriter's dream of a sports-loving niece -i.e. "Uncle Tony" Kornheiser!- started only doing big events like Wimbledon and the French Open and, insidiously, becoming an ESPN insider.
She still had no original insight to speak of when asked questions, but that didn't stop her from constantly being asked to comment.
Understand, I don't mind the clearly ambitious, as long as they bring something to the party, that isn't already there, but doesn't genuine talent and experience count for anything?
Five minutes after reading Nichols or listening to her, I couldn't remember anything of note she'd said or written. Zero.
(Certainly not like the situation with former Hoosier Jason Whitlock, who says things so interesting that you're thinking about them days later when you least expect it.)
Everytime I look at the Post sports section now, albeit online from South Florida, I ask myself,>
The Post could use a Maureen Dowd-type, STAT!!!
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Miami Herald
http://www.miami.com/mld/miamiherald/sports/columnists/linda_robertson/12708513.htm
Posted on Thu, Sep. 22, 2005
HURRICANE KATRINA NEW ORLEANS
Wuerffel searching for children he mentored
BY LINDA ROBERTSON
Danny Wuerffel is trying to find a boy named Heath.
And a boy named Walter, and a boy named Kevin, and Kevin's mother, and a boy named Choicy, and Choicy's siblings.
They could be anywhere from Utah to North Carolina. They could be dead.
They should be home, but home is the drowned city of New Orleans. They should be in school, but their school is submerged. They should be playing football, but instead they are scattered who knows where. Or worse.
Wuerffel, the quarterback turned missionary, is frantically searching for the families who lived in the Desire housing project. Until Hurricane Katrina devastated the poorest section of the poorest major city in the United States, Wuerffel was development director of Desire Street Ministries and the Desire Street Academy for boys.
That's Desire as in A Streetcar Named Desire, Tennessee Williams' play. Now, just like Blanche DuBois, Wuerffel is dependent on the kindness of strangers as he organizes a temporary boarding school in the Florida Panhandle, finds housing for the evacuees and raises money to keep the ministry solvent in the short term and to rebuild in the long term.
''It seems overwhelming, when I think of all the work to be done,'' he said from his cellphone a few days ago while driving to Gainesville. ``These are the times when we learn the difference between wants and needs. We lost everything, but not our spirit.''
The same traits that distinguished Wuerffel as a Heisman Trophy winner at the University of Florida are serving him now. In the middle of turmoil, he is a calm leader.
''Nothing hardly ever rattles Danny Wuerffel,'' said his former coach, Steve Spurrier, during a conference call last week from South Carolina. ``He has such a sincere belief in God that things will work out.''
But Wuerffel admits he has wept often since the hurricane uprooted half a million people. Sometimes he cries at 3 a.m., when he can't sleep. ''I picture how people suffered, how they died, the fear and the chaos, and it makes me very sad,'' he said.
Sometimes he cries when he's on the phone and can't get the answers he seeks. Sometimes when he visits churches or shelters and can't comfort the homeless. Sometimes when he's in his car and can't get his mind off the lost boys. Heath was an eighth grader at the academy, a sweet, undaunted kid. Wuerffel paid for his scholarship.
''We've had no word on Heath,'' said Wuerffel, who has located about 60 percent of the 192 boys enrolled in the academy. ``My heart will be broken if we don't find him.''
Wuerffel's house was flooded to the ceiling. A friend paddled by it in a boat five days ago and reported that the water had receded to five feet. Wuerffel lived a block from the 17th Street Canal levee that was breached. He and wife Jessica, 21-month-old son Jonah and their dog Chester fled in their car with only a few changes of clothes, some pictures, a video camera, vital documents, two pillows and a Bible. They rode out the storm in Natchez, Miss., and are now staying at his parents' home in Destin.
His alma mater has lent a hand. The university donated $50,000 from TV proceeds of the Gators' first football game, and is allowing Wuerffel to use a camping area on university land near Niceville for the academy. Wuerffel hopes to round up as many students as possible and resume school next week. With any luck, they could put together a football team. They were a week away from beginning their first high school season in New Orleans on Aug. 29 when the storm hit.
At the moment there are no textbooks, let alone uniforms, but, as always, Wuerffel sees the silver lining. The boys will be under the ministry's supervision 24 hours a day whereas back home they were often returning to unstable households and the temptations of drug dealers.
Wuerffel's faith has been tested. But he clings to hope the way his neighbors clung to their chimneys.
''On the one hand there's a sense of loss, but also an unexplainable confidence because people are experiencing the love of others in incredible ways,'' he said. ``Ultimately, God is doing something good. My sorrow, my joy -- all the emotions have done nothing but draw me closer to God.''
Wuerffel, 31, chose the road less taken.
He seemed too sensitive for the brutal game of football. Whenever the Gators scored and everyone else went berserk, Wuerffel clasped his hands in prayer and glanced heavenward with a beatific smile. He was nicknamed Danny Wonderful.
His greatest glory as a player occurred in the Superdome, in the 1997 Sugar Bowl, when he led the Gators to the school's only national title in a 52-20 rout of Florida State.
But he found his greatest fulfillment in a different part of New Orleans -- the forgotten and forsaken part.
Wuerffel first heard about pastor Mo Leverett's church when he was a rookie backup for the NFL's Saints. One day he went to have a look at the Ninth Ward neighborhood. He figured the dilapidated apartment buildings were condemned and vacant. Then he saw a little girl carrying a doll walk out a front door.
''I realized people were actually living there and it shocked me,'' he said of the project.
Two years ago he left behind a life of plenty and privilege as a pro athlete and immersed himself in the impoverished community. He and Jessica, a former social worker, have seen the ministry grow. Desire Street built the school, a gym and a pediatric clinic.
All are underwater now.
The people who had the least were punished the most. Kids who had one parent have none to take care of them. Small businessmen who struggled to break even are wiped out.
While most of America gaped in horror at the scenes of desperation on rooftops and degradation in the Superdome, Wuerffel was not surprised.
''Our families deal with neglect and violence and hunger year-round, but it doesn't make the news,'' he said. ``We have a serious problem in the inner cities of our country. It can't be quarantined. It spills outward. This time everyone could see it on national TV.''
In the aftermath, at the juncture of blame and emptiness, Wuerffel sees hope. Where others saw blight, he saw a little girl carrying a doll. Her imagination had not been crushed. Neither has his.
''Katrina actually means cleansing,'' he said. ``We can do greater good than ever before. We can make this place better than it ever was. Katrina can be a catalyst for compassion and change.''
As the floodwaters recede, Wuerffel acknowledges he's up against a society in which most Americans will turn their attention back to celebrity gossip and Monday Night Football.
Wuerffel isn't giving up. If there's one thing engrained in him from those years in the huddle, it is how to come from behind.
For information on how to help, check http://www.desirestreet.org/.
The short excerpt below is about their eternal & elusive search for a quality female sports reporter or columnist who'd actually stay in sports, and NOT migrate to other sections of the paper, notably, the Style section.
(Or, recognize a vacuum in the media sports world and make like Christine Brennan - http://www.christinebrennan.com/ -and leave for USA Today, while simultaneously becoming a ubiquitous, omnipresent author, media expert & star on figure skating -a sports I'm pretty knowledgable about- leaving the Post in the rear-view mirror.
Personally, I'm sort of hot-and-cold on Christine as a writer, as her good stuff is extremely good, but it's a little too infrequent for me, but I seem to be in a minority since she's still toiling at USA Today, which gives her a great national perch and the latitude to do speeches and make personal appearances.
Her USAT columns are at http://www.usatoday.com/sports/columnist/brennan/index.htm)
The Style section has long been the golden section of the Post where writers really get the license to write in detail about subjects and personalities that they're curious about.
Or, more to the Post's p.o.v. -and the way that things are and branded in Washington- hope you'll first hear about in its pages.
It's where, literally one or two very good pieces gets you the kind of attention that leads to you getting in Vanity Fair, GQ or Esquire.
Or, in Rachel Nichols' unique situation, the Post was so desperate to keep her -so that they'd have more than zero females- at the newspaper as a reporter (she's been the beat reporter covering the Capitals hockey team among others), they even let her write about the team while living in New York for weeks and months on end.
Naturally, she repaid their bending over backwards by jumping to ESPN, despite only being very, very average.
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Thursday Sept. 22, 2005
The author of this okay-not-great piece, Linda Robertson, is the very good Miami Herald reporter that I really hoped the Washington Post would hire a few years ago during one of WaPo Sports Editor George Solomon's occasional "there aren't enough women in the sports dept." harangues, wherein the Post, supposedly, would conduct a national talent search for a talented female Sports writer.
But the first rule for the Post is always raid your competitors first, addition by subtraction, so instead of having a real national search for a much-needed infusion of talent and fresh air, they hired away Jennifer Frey from the New York Times, as hinted at by The Washingtonian magazine.
How utterly predictable!
As soon as I read her first few columns, I knew in no time at all, she'd be angling for the Style section as soon as she got a desk on 15th Street, N.W.
It was no time at all before Frey's name started appearing frequently in the Style section and not at all in sports section.
My prescience proved crystal clear, witness this June 9th, 2001 set-up:
Focus on a Rarer Beauty:Former Fashion Photographer Views
Albinism Through a New Lens
By Jennifer Frey
Washington Post Staff Writer
She was standing at a bus stop on Park Avenue, all white-blond hair and pale, pale skin and giggly smiles. She had to be about 13, or not much older. Rick Guidotti, high-fashion photographer, a man who spent his days snapping Cindy and Claudia and Kate, remembers looking at the girl and thinking: "Now, that is beauty. So much life. So much happiness. That girl is gorgeous."
This time though, the Orioles beleagured bullpen held on...
I started noticing more and more often that Rachel Nichols, a very average writer in my opinion, but someone with a real talent for acting like every 50/60-ish male sportswriter's dream of a sports-loving niece -i.e. "Uncle Tony" Kornheiser!- started only doing big events like Wimbledon and the French Open and, insidiously, becoming an ESPN insider.
She still had no original insight to speak of when asked questions, but that didn't stop her from constantly being asked to comment.
Understand, I don't mind the clearly ambitious, as long as they bring something to the party, that isn't already there, but doesn't genuine talent and experience count for anything?
Five minutes after reading Nichols or listening to her, I couldn't remember anything of note she'd said or written. Zero.
(Certainly not like the situation with former Hoosier Jason Whitlock, who says things so interesting that you're thinking about them days later when you least expect it.)
Everytime I look at the Post sports section now, albeit online from South Florida, I ask myself,
The Post could use a Maureen Dowd-type, STAT!!!
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Miami Herald
http://www.miami.com/mld/miamiherald/sports/columnists/linda_robertson/12708513.htm
Posted on Thu, Sep. 22, 2005
HURRICANE KATRINA NEW ORLEANS
Wuerffel searching for children he mentored
BY LINDA ROBERTSON
Danny Wuerffel is trying to find a boy named Heath.
And a boy named Walter, and a boy named Kevin, and Kevin's mother, and a boy named Choicy, and Choicy's siblings.
They could be anywhere from Utah to North Carolina. They could be dead.
They should be home, but home is the drowned city of New Orleans. They should be in school, but their school is submerged. They should be playing football, but instead they are scattered who knows where. Or worse.
Wuerffel, the quarterback turned missionary, is frantically searching for the families who lived in the Desire housing project. Until Hurricane Katrina devastated the poorest section of the poorest major city in the United States, Wuerffel was development director of Desire Street Ministries and the Desire Street Academy for boys.
That's Desire as in A Streetcar Named Desire, Tennessee Williams' play. Now, just like Blanche DuBois, Wuerffel is dependent on the kindness of strangers as he organizes a temporary boarding school in the Florida Panhandle, finds housing for the evacuees and raises money to keep the ministry solvent in the short term and to rebuild in the long term.
''It seems overwhelming, when I think of all the work to be done,'' he said from his cellphone a few days ago while driving to Gainesville. ``These are the times when we learn the difference between wants and needs. We lost everything, but not our spirit.''
The same traits that distinguished Wuerffel as a Heisman Trophy winner at the University of Florida are serving him now. In the middle of turmoil, he is a calm leader.
''Nothing hardly ever rattles Danny Wuerffel,'' said his former coach, Steve Spurrier, during a conference call last week from South Carolina. ``He has such a sincere belief in God that things will work out.''
But Wuerffel admits he has wept often since the hurricane uprooted half a million people. Sometimes he cries at 3 a.m., when he can't sleep. ''I picture how people suffered, how they died, the fear and the chaos, and it makes me very sad,'' he said.
Sometimes he cries when he's on the phone and can't get the answers he seeks. Sometimes when he visits churches or shelters and can't comfort the homeless. Sometimes when he's in his car and can't get his mind off the lost boys. Heath was an eighth grader at the academy, a sweet, undaunted kid. Wuerffel paid for his scholarship.
''We've had no word on Heath,'' said Wuerffel, who has located about 60 percent of the 192 boys enrolled in the academy. ``My heart will be broken if we don't find him.''
Wuerffel's house was flooded to the ceiling. A friend paddled by it in a boat five days ago and reported that the water had receded to five feet. Wuerffel lived a block from the 17th Street Canal levee that was breached. He and wife Jessica, 21-month-old son Jonah and their dog Chester fled in their car with only a few changes of clothes, some pictures, a video camera, vital documents, two pillows and a Bible. They rode out the storm in Natchez, Miss., and are now staying at his parents' home in Destin.
His alma mater has lent a hand. The university donated $50,000 from TV proceeds of the Gators' first football game, and is allowing Wuerffel to use a camping area on university land near Niceville for the academy. Wuerffel hopes to round up as many students as possible and resume school next week. With any luck, they could put together a football team. They were a week away from beginning their first high school season in New Orleans on Aug. 29 when the storm hit.
At the moment there are no textbooks, let alone uniforms, but, as always, Wuerffel sees the silver lining. The boys will be under the ministry's supervision 24 hours a day whereas back home they were often returning to unstable households and the temptations of drug dealers.
Wuerffel's faith has been tested. But he clings to hope the way his neighbors clung to their chimneys.
''On the one hand there's a sense of loss, but also an unexplainable confidence because people are experiencing the love of others in incredible ways,'' he said. ``Ultimately, God is doing something good. My sorrow, my joy -- all the emotions have done nothing but draw me closer to God.''
Wuerffel, 31, chose the road less taken.
He seemed too sensitive for the brutal game of football. Whenever the Gators scored and everyone else went berserk, Wuerffel clasped his hands in prayer and glanced heavenward with a beatific smile. He was nicknamed Danny Wonderful.
His greatest glory as a player occurred in the Superdome, in the 1997 Sugar Bowl, when he led the Gators to the school's only national title in a 52-20 rout of Florida State.
But he found his greatest fulfillment in a different part of New Orleans -- the forgotten and forsaken part.
Wuerffel first heard about pastor Mo Leverett's church when he was a rookie backup for the NFL's Saints. One day he went to have a look at the Ninth Ward neighborhood. He figured the dilapidated apartment buildings were condemned and vacant. Then he saw a little girl carrying a doll walk out a front door.
''I realized people were actually living there and it shocked me,'' he said of the project.
Two years ago he left behind a life of plenty and privilege as a pro athlete and immersed himself in the impoverished community. He and Jessica, a former social worker, have seen the ministry grow. Desire Street built the school, a gym and a pediatric clinic.
All are underwater now.
The people who had the least were punished the most. Kids who had one parent have none to take care of them. Small businessmen who struggled to break even are wiped out.
While most of America gaped in horror at the scenes of desperation on rooftops and degradation in the Superdome, Wuerffel was not surprised.
''Our families deal with neglect and violence and hunger year-round, but it doesn't make the news,'' he said. ``We have a serious problem in the inner cities of our country. It can't be quarantined. It spills outward. This time everyone could see it on national TV.''
In the aftermath, at the juncture of blame and emptiness, Wuerffel sees hope. Where others saw blight, he saw a little girl carrying a doll. Her imagination had not been crushed. Neither has his.
''Katrina actually means cleansing,'' he said. ``We can do greater good than ever before. We can make this place better than it ever was. Katrina can be a catalyst for compassion and change.''
As the floodwaters recede, Wuerffel acknowledges he's up against a society in which most Americans will turn their attention back to celebrity gossip and Monday Night Football.
Wuerffel isn't giving up. If there's one thing engrained in him from those years in the huddle, it is how to come from behind.
For information on how to help, check http://www.desirestreet.org/.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
My Backstory on Bringing MLB to Northern Virginia
One of the subjects that I've most wanted to write about here at South Beach Hoosier, and will at much greater length in the not too-distant future, complete with photos and presentation materials, are my ruminations about my personal involvement with two grassroots groups I was very involved in with both my head as well as my heart: the Arlington Baseball Coalition and Virginians for Baseball.
The effort to bring MLB baseball to Northern Virginia was a campaign -ultimately, a failed one- that I was deeply involved in on two separate occasions, over a period of ten years, until returning to South Florida in late 2003.
In a later conversation with the Ch. 7 cameraman, he told me that the intern's appearance -wish I'd written down her name!- often caused a commotion at events, and that for those reasons and many others he didn't want to get into at the time, most of the female reporters at the station didn't like having her around with them when they were covering a story.
The effort to bring MLB baseball to Northern Virginia was a campaign -ultimately, a failed one- that I was deeply involved in on two separate occasions, over a period of ten years, until returning to South Florida in late 2003.
Despite the vast resources of the Northern Virginia area, both in terms of a highly desirable and well-educated population, and amazing demographic profiles and con$umer $pending pattern$, not to mention, the amazing amount of sheer talent and brain power of some of the most enthusiastic NOVA supporters -who wanted to see MLB relocate the Expos- of the Collins ownership group, led by Bill Collins, continually failed to develop anything even remotely like a logical and comprehensive marketing strategy.
That failure, shared my MANY people other than just Mr. Collins, was systematic and multi-level.
At its most basic level, they failed to take into account completely predictable human behavior: the determined efforts of a smart and organized opposition, particularly the failure to publicly acknowledge the oppostition of certain powerful Washington, D.C. parties, both private and within local and state governments.
Except in our case, we were fighting a two-front war: one against the folks who wanted a team in the District, and the second against various neighborhood groups -and pseudo-groups- in NOVA that didn't want a team near them, their homes or business, for reasons that ranged from the serious to the banal, despite their own admission that they were already there for the very same reason we wanted to be -great proximity to mass transit via the D.C. MetroRail.
(Among other notables associated with Mr. Collins' group were Mark Warner, before he was elected Virginia's governor in 1999, as well as veteran sportscaster James Brown, then with CBS-Sports, and a beloved, longtime Washington presence, in front and behind the camera.)
You can't simply ignore your opponents just because you want to give the impression of an inevitable victory, a lesson that shouldn't be lost on other well-intentioned South Florida civic groups trying to cobble together a winning coalition in an area like ours on transportation issues, where everyone's used to putting their parochial concerns above others in order to be heard.
Which Sounds like something that some of the Kendall groups that Transit Miami has been writing about lately.)
This failure to develop a simple, logical and comprehensive coalition of interest groups dedicated to the common goal of getting MLB back to the DC area, and to Northern Virginia specifically, showed a lack of common sense that was often breath-taking, I'm sorry to say.
Yet nobody ever seemed interested in adapting what we'd learned over time to the overall plan, so we kept making ther same mistakes over and over again.
Ouch!!!
Since the Harvard Business Review is clearly unlikely to memorialize their failed marketing campaign, it looks like it falls upon me to describe how you fail when you have the largest untapped media market in the country.
I'll also delve into the larger role of how the Washington Post, thru their Editorial Page pronouncements and curious story selection and placement, helped kill Northern Virgina's effort, in favor of the one The Post always favored.
That would've been one in The District, proper, and preferably, with a large minority participation, even if by by political/sports celebs like Colin Powell or Franklin Raines, then the head of Fannie Mae
Which is to say, men with nothing even remotely close to the baseball pedigree of the Collins Group, whose family had long been involved with minor league baseball.
In fact, it was at an early Minor League Baseball Caucus meeting on Capitol Hill in the early '90's where I first met Mr. Collins, his father and sister, all part of the collective effort over the years.
Those meetings on The Hill were chaired by then-NY congressman Sherwood Boehlert, one of the smartest and nicest persons I met in my 15 years in Washington, whose congressional district included Cooperstown.
Until I start anew, though, let me leave you with something to chew on: excerpts from two emails of mine from 2005.
The first was one I sent to a very talented writer in May of 2005, who'd written me earlier seeking some info on a matter that I was deeply involved with, and I wanted to connect some dots on the issue just to show him what was percolating out-of-sight.
The second email is an excerpt from a December 2005 email I sent to some knowledgable
friends around the country, who all had a connection to Washington, D.C. or baseball to some degree, and all of whom were also all-too-familiar with the behind-the-scenes manuvering and posturing then going on in the nation's capitol to get a foothold, however that could be accomplished.
And then, finally, the Washington Post finally started doing some hard-hitting stories on the shenanigans at Fannie Mae, whose head was one of the supposed stalking horses for a baseball team in Washington proper, and thus, the opposition for the groups that I was working with
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27 May 2005
re Colin Powell: How much does a Teflon mannequin cost these days?
Dear X:
For years one of the principal reasons I've turned to your stories on a consistent basis has been that your sensibility and interests closely seem to mirror my own, a comment that friends have constantly told me after I've turned them on via email to one of your funny, prescient articles that ask the questions nobody else will ask.
For years one of the principal reasons I've turned to your stories on a consistent basis has been that your sensibility and interests closely seem to mirror my own, a comment that friends have constantly told me after I've turned them on via email to one of your funny, prescient articles that ask the questions nobody else will ask.
Except this time, your column on Powell, good as it was, hardly even begins to scratch the surface on what's been afoot in DC over the past few years in the effort to bring MLB to the capitol area.
Allow me to connect the dots on some things that you don't know about, many of which are still galling and exasperating to me months and years after the fact because of my own long-time involvement in trying to bring MLB to Northern Virginia.
Where to start....
Where to start....
About two years ago, I was in the lobby of the Army-Navy Bldg. on Eye St., which as some one like you knows full well is the home of the New York Times' Washington Bureau.
As it happens, I have a ton of friends there at the paper and at the law firms there, as well as with former Minneapolis Star-Tribune folks who used to be there.
As it happens, I have a ton of friends there at the paper and at the law firms there, as well as with former Minneapolis Star-Tribune folks who used to be there.
(It's where my copy of Daily variety was delivered, just across the street from the MPAA- the Motion Picture Association of America.)
Late one afternoon, just after quitting time, I was talking to a bunch of my friends in the lobby, most of whom were African-American and either Times writers, editors or administration people. Not surprisingly, gieven what we'd be going back and forth about for awhile, the topic soon turned to the charade of what "black mannequin" Fred Malek would prop in his window for window dressing in order to co-opt both the DC City Council MLB and get the franchise.
FYI: I was VERY, VERY involved with the Northern Virginia effort tragically led my Bill Collins and his Gang That Couldn't Shoot Straight
I personally realized many years ago that he was far from the perfect vessel to bring a team to the area. Personally, I favored someone who was clearly intelligent, and personable if not charismatic, favoring someone like former VA Lt. Gov. Don Beyer of McLean or Gov. Mark Warner -who hadn't been elected yet- who's from Alexandria, since Collins was, I hate to say this, a bit of a sad sack in person.
(Many people called him "Grover Cleveland" for reasons that are obvious when you see him.)
Worst moment: We're in the penthouse of a very nice Arlington hotel near Pentagon City that's full of good food and drinks, and sports a spectacular 360 degree view of the area, including DC, for a press conference that announcing some new investors, as well as the latest on the Collins Group's efforts to lure MLB to NOVA.
The reporters make quick work of the food, as expected, and after a terrific video narrated by James Brown of CBS Sports -a minority investor, along with a former Redskin whose name escapes me now!- you'd think this is when you turn on the hard-court press schmoozing, right?
Yet instead of doing that, the presentations are so leaden and cardboard -what is that weird combination called exactly?- that the attention of most of the men in the room was not on Collins or the members of his group, who, sadly, didn't realize like I did that you need to tell a more compelling hook and story than just 'Here's our new video that MLB just got... MLB tells us to be patient... Nope!
Though we'd spent lots of time and effort to make this information as accessible as possible, and had a real story to tell, the Channel 7 intern who had been assigned to event, a gorgeous blonde from FSU who looked straight out of a film noir flick, commanded everyone's attention.
These suits were no competition.
These suits were no competition.
As The Sports Junkies would say, it was a "debacle."
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Monday Dec. 5th, 2005
Connecting the dots on some recent baseball matters:
So, former DC man of the moment Franklin Raines is going to use some of his ill-gotten loot
Connecting the dots on some recent baseball matters:
So, former DC man of the moment Franklin Raines is going to use some of his ill-gotten loot
to be a partner in one of the DC baseball groups, http://www.baseballindc.com/, i.e the Colin Powell, Darrell Green & Vernon Jordan group that didn't put up any real money?
So predictable.
Couldn't the Malek group at least make sure that the financial numbers on Raines' bio on the group's website were accurate? They sound fishy to me, given what we've discovered thru the congressional investigations that unmasked the phony numbers.
More than ten years ago, when I was very involved in the original Bill Collins' group effort to get a MLB team for Northern Virgina, I knew that no matter what, a character like Malek would still be around until the bitter end, no matter how cheap and transparent his efforts were, despite the fact that the Collins family already owned several well-regarded minor league teams.
(I'd met his father and sister at a Capitol Hill meeting of the Minor League Baseball Caucus in the early '90's, when the subject of MLB's antitrust exemption was being discussed -again.)
Even as late as the fall of 2003, when I left DC and returned to South Florida, Malek would never say publicly how much money his group would pony up towards stadium construction, while the Collins group was always willing to say that they'd do at least $100 million or one-third, whichever was greater, towards a $300-400 million stadium.
More than ten years ago, when I was very involved in the original Bill Collins' group effort to get a MLB team for Northern Virgina, I knew that no matter what, a character like Malek would still be around until the bitter end, no matter how cheap and transparent his efforts were, despite the fact that the Collins family already owned several well-regarded minor league teams.
(I'd met his father and sister at a Capitol Hill meeting of the Minor League Baseball Caucus in the early '90's, when the subject of MLB's antitrust exemption was being discussed -again.)
Even as late as the fall of 2003, when I left DC and returned to South Florida, Malek would never say publicly how much money his group would pony up towards stadium construction, while the Collins group was always willing to say that they'd do at least $100 million or one-third, whichever was greater, towards a $300-400 million stadium.
That the Washington Post's reporters never pinned him down on such a very basic question was a never-ending source of frustration to me, given the Post's clear desire for a MLB team to be located within DC proper, and not in the Northern Virginia suburbs, where most of the area's growing and affluent population -and baseball fans-actually lived.
The Collins Group, which then included present-VA Governor Mark Warner, FOX Sports' James Brown and a prominent ex-Redskin among many others, once held a great newser atop an Arlington penthouse hotel along the main Jefferson Davis Hwy. commercial strip on the way out to Reagan National Airport.
Our intent was simply to take the talk of getting a team out of the abstract and show in a very tangible way, the wonderful panoramic view of The National Mall and the monuments and NOVA from an ARLINGTON stadium site p.o.v., and how that would look on TV.
(Since I lived in Arlington at the time, and used the Metro everyday to and from work in downtown DC, this could've become the standard for combining future stadiums, transportation and a sense of public place -and be somewhere that people went even when nothing is scheduled, like the area near Camden Yards during the winter.)
The DC TV stations dutifully sent camera crews, but undercut us by sending mostly "fluff" reporters to the event, not sports people or political reporters, so they were ill-prepared to ask the kind of good, meaty questions that would actually get us -and them- much airtime.
The DC TV stations dutifully sent camera crews, but undercut us by sending mostly "fluff" reporters to the event, not sports people or political reporters, so they were ill-prepared to ask the kind of good, meaty questions that would actually get us -and them- much airtime.
For one of the few times, we actually provided a really great spread of food and drinks, and after some great state-of-the-art multi-media presentations, esp. James Brown's, we were really looking forward to schmoozing and spinning the crowd with facts and figures that would help us get our message out to the local audience, to undercut the Post's long-standing and conscious cold-water treatment of MLB in NOVA.
Unfortunately, most of the people there, 99% male, ended up paying closer attention to the drop-dead gorgeous, blonde ABC-7 -WJLA- intern from FSU, than they were to anything we were saying or showing them in our carefully prepared handouts.
After the prepared remarks, unaccustomed as most of the TV people there were to being at events where they had to engage in a certain amount of give and take with the participants, which sports or political reporters would be accustomed to, they either ran out the doors, or hung around demolishing the food and drinks and staring at the intern.
That was our Waterloo.
"I was defeated, you won the war..."
"I was defeated, you won the war..."
In a later conversation with the Ch. 7 cameraman, he told me that the intern's appearance -wish I'd written down her name!- often caused a commotion at events, and that for those reasons and many others he didn't want to get into at the time, most of the female reporters at the station didn't like having her around with them when they were covering a story.
Given the Marlins' pathetic and unprofessional attempts to get a baseball stadium down here since their World Series victory two years ago, from NOT having a savvy professional lobbyist in Tallahassee at important times -per Hank Goldberg's comments on his WQAM radio show- to not even having the support of a majority of the local members of the state House and Senate when you need THEIR help, it's sometimes a case of too much deja vu for me to stomach.
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Washington Post
New Paths for Mortgage Giants
Old Way of Doing Business Will Not Work Anymore For Fannie Mae, Freddie Mac
By Annys Shin
By Annys Shin
Washington Post Staff Writer
December 5, 2005
Struggling through the aftermath of multibillion-dollar accounting scandals, officials at Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac say their most difficult decisions may lie ahead. With stiffer competition from other companies and the changing tastes of home buyers in the types of loans they want, the companies face a choice between moving into riskier types of investing and acknowledging to stockholders that their potential for growth is limited.
In either case, company officials say, the business model that has generated record profit in recent years -- buying standard 30-year mortgages from banks so bankers would have more money to lend -- must change.
"Where in the olden days, you had a choice of selling your mortgage to Fannie Mae or Freddie Mac, in the future, there are lots of alternatives," a fact that has prompted a search for ways to diversify, Fannie Mae chief executive Daniel H. Mudd said in a recent interview.
The companies' options include becoming more deeply involved in the adjustable-rate mortgages that many consumers have preferred in recent years, financing more multifamily developments, and changing the standards for granting mortgages to take more risks with consumers who have spotty credit records.
The companies are even concerned about sustaining their staple business -- bundling mortgages into securities that are sold to investors throughout the world -- now that large institutions such as Countrywide Home Loans Inc., Lehman Brothers Inc. and Bear Stearns & Co. have moved into it. Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac's share of the mortgage-backed-securities business has fallen from more than 60 percent in 2000 to around 40 percent this year, according to the trade publication Inside Mortgage Finance.
District-based Fannie Mae and McLean-based Freddie Mac are two of the area's largest and most visible businesses, employing more than 8,000 in the region.
"The challenge for us is to reassert our presence in those areas where we've lost a bit of competitive advantage," said Patricia L. Cook, Freddie Mac's executive vice president for investment and capital markets.
The companies have not faced such fundamental questions about their underlying business model since the 1980s, when the collapse of the savings and loan industry under billions of dollars in bad debt pushed Fannie Mae into the red.
The current dilemma, in contrast, follows an era of explosive earnings growth at both firms, which helped turn a pair of bread-and-butter, government-chartered mortgage finance companies into high-performing growth stocks and prompted Fannie Mae chief executive Franklin D. Raines to promise Wall Street similar results far into the future. The companies' earnings, it was later disclosed, were inflated through accounting techniques that masked some investment losses.
Top executives, including Raines, were forced out, and the companies had to remove a combined $16 billion in profit from their books. Freddie Mac officials say they are nearing the point where they can produce reliable financial results. Fannie Mae is further behind and remains the subject of several federal investigations.
As they emerge from those crises, executives say part of their post-scandal life is to set more realistic expectations. Fannie Mae's stock is down about 30 percent this year, closing Friday at $47.99 a share. Freddie Mac's share price is off by slightly over 7 percent for the year and ended the week at $62.90.
"We've transitioned from growth to a value stock," Cook said. "The investment and analyst community appropriately expects us to be getting back to business."
The companies are also trying to cope with a mortgage industry much freer in its lending and much more likely to hold mortgages in-house for longer periods and with consumers more willing to take on riskier, adjustable-rate loans to keep their monthly payments down.
Fannie Mae, founded during the Great Depression to keep the home mortgage market liquid, and Freddie Mac, chartered in 1970 to compete, built their businesses around the fixed-rate, 30-year mortgage and a more conservative banking climate. Their presence, as a source of cash and a standard-setter for how to rate mortgage applicants, encouraged banks to lend money. Lenders could initiate loans and pocket the fees, confident that as long as the borrower met Fannie Mae's or Freddie Mac's standards, they could resell the loans to one of them, get their capital back, and make another loan.
Fannie Mae, founded during the Great Depression to keep the home mortgage market liquid, and Freddie Mac, chartered in 1970 to compete, built their businesses around the fixed-rate, 30-year mortgage and a more conservative banking climate. Their presence, as a source of cash and a standard-setter for how to rate mortgage applicants, encouraged banks to lend money. Lenders could initiate loans and pocket the fees, confident that as long as the borrower met Fannie Mae's or Freddie Mac's standards, they could resell the loans to one of them, get their capital back, and make another loan.
The companies tended to shy away from delving too deeply into adjustable-rate and other unconventional mortgages, regarding them as too risky. Such loans, however, have soared in popularity and now account for more than 30 percent of U.S. home mortgages issued in 2004, said Dale Westhoff, Bear Stearns's senior managing director of mortgage research.
In contrast, loans that conform to Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac's basic guidelines -- the companies cannot, for example, accept loans of more than $417,000 because their basic mission is to support middle- and low-income housing -- have fallen from more than 62 percent of loans issued in 2003 to less than 36 percent of loans issued this year, according to Inside Mortgage Finance.
"So much of the new mortgages don't fit into their framework," said William C. Apgar Jr., a former assistant housing and urban development secretary now with Harvard University's Joint Center for Housing Studies. "Fannie and Freddie did a big service taking a relatively unorganized system and saying, 'If you present a mortgage of this type, we can bundle them together and sell them to investors.' Now the flow of product is so much more complex and requires so much information," he said.
"Fannie and Freddie haven't figured out a way to get into that segment of the market," Apgar said. "They're constrained because of their concern about how well they can manage that risk."
Demand for adjustable-rate mortgages has begun to taper off lately as interest rates have risen. But housing finance experts say adjustable-rate mortgages are here to stay.
Demand for adjustable-rate mortgages has begun to taper off lately as interest rates have risen. But housing finance experts say adjustable-rate mortgages are here to stay.
"It's unlikely Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac will ever see the market shares they saw in the early 2000s," Westhoff said. "We will continue to see a higher share of adjustable-rate mortgages than we've seen historically."
Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac are not willing to let the market pass them by. Executives of both companies argued that they will have to adapt to fulfill their government-chartered mission to keep money flowing into the housing market.
"As we look at our business, we realize we have a special role to fulfill in the market," Mudd said. "Various strategies we may consider clearly need to be examined in terms of our mission to support the market and help low- and middle-income families." Mudd said that after the firm puts its accounting problems behind it, it will "participate in more markets with more products... and more flexible products for people with a credit blemish on their record and for first-time minority home buyers."
Freddie Mac already has stepped up its investment in adjustable-rate mortgages, although about 80 percent of its holdings still are long-term, fixed-rate loans.
As the firms look for new ways to grow, both will have to be careful not to grow too much. Their investment portfolios, which grew rapidly in the 1990s, were a major source of the accounting violations at both companies. Congress is considering legislation that would give a new regulator for Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac varying levels of authority to scale back the size of their holdings. A Senate proposal would limit the kinds of assets they can hold.
Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac have already been forced to become smaller to satisfy regulatory requirements, shedding a combined $200 billion in portfolio holdings.
"The market is so competitive that even if our favored and friendliest customer sees us as being off by a [tenth of a] point, they're going to sell the business to somewhere else," Mudd said.
"We've got to build the company to manage that and be ready for it."
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Baseball and the District: Dancing With Wolves
By Mike Wise
November 26, 2005
The home stretch is upon the men who want to own Washington's baseball team, and this is how they look plodding toward the post:
The home stretch is upon the men who want to own Washington's baseball team, and this is how they look plodding toward the post:
Ted Lerner has become more reclusive than Howard Hughes, as accessible as Thomas Pynchon or J.D. Salinger. (Does anyone know what Lerner looks like? When he was last seen?) I know baseball told everyone to stay mum, but this man has duct-taped his lips. His bid was probably air mailed from Guam.
Jeff Smulyan can be seen grinning in celluloid, campaigning harder than John Kerry. The Indianapolis media mogul is so desperate to erase the portrayal of himself as the outsider, he returned my call. Soon enough, he'll be on stage with Bruce Springsteen in a barn jacket.
And Fred Malek? Poor Fred Malek. He sent Colin Powell last week to lobby the D.C. Council on his group's behalf. Imagine the indignity for such a great American with just a infinitesimal financial stake in Malek's group: One minute, you're addressing the United Nations on matters of global security, the next, you're at Corner Bakery with Jack Evans and Anthony Williams. Very disconcerting.
Fortunately, it's almost over. And this is how it will most likely go down: The penny-wrangling between the District and Major League Baseball should end in about a week, the final details of a lease for a new stadium to be worked out.
By Friday, Stan Kasten, the former Braves president, will have met with Bud Selig and formally be told, "Join forces with Lerner because we all know your group is toast."
Smulyan's group will also meet with Selig, and the commissioner will then make his final call. Within two weeks, at the latest, the Nationals will no longer be on the baseball public-assistance plan. They'll have a real live owner, not to mention the final touches on plans for a new stadium. This is just a hunch, but it will probably be announced at a joint press conference.
Which rich guy should it be? Only Bud knows.
Which rich guy should it be? Only Bud knows.
Reading Selig, the only tea leaf in baseball that matters, is akin to living your life by horoscope: You hear what you want to hear, not what you need to hear. Beyond the rhetoric, here is what Selig is weighing in a two-, maybe three-horse race, depending whether you're in the camp of Smulyan or Malek.
(By the way, Malek's big supporter, the lame-duck mayor, has really come up small on this issue. While baseball was trying to sew up the lease deal, Williams left town. Williams has tethered his legacy to the economic redevelopment of Washington, and for more than a year baseball has been his baby. It's time he was there to see it grow up.)
Lerner is purported to have the inside track for two reasons. One, he is of D.C., which, perception-wise, means he loves Washington too much to move the Nationals. Two, baseball is happy he adhered to its secrecy request. With the way he has comported himself in this campaign, Lerner is someone baseball feels could carry the ownership banner without making a spectacle of himself. If a baseball man like Kasten is added to the mix, well, that erases the inexperience factor.
Smulyan is still in the running for several reasons. Cold-calling, grabbing everyone he can, he has enlisted a number of local investors, who happen to be black. They include Alfred Liggins, Rodney Hunt and Jeffrey Thompson, who brought along two of Joe Gibbs's former players, Art Monk and Charles Mann. Including Eric Holder and Bill Jarvis, Smulyan's group of African-American owners would represent the largest minority ownership in baseball, some $50 million. And Selig wants to champion diversity at the highest levels of the game. Further, some feel he has the backing of old friend Jerry Reinsdorf, the man Selig charged with assembling the cast of buyers.
Smulyan's ownership history in Seattle hurts him (cash-strapped and hamstrung by a stadium lease, he sold the team in 1992), but at least he's been there.
Any vote to move the team would be taken by the club's Washington owners, not Smulyan. Smulyan has removed himself from the equation just to make sure people believe him when he says he is not the second coming of Bob Short, who moved the Senators some 30 years ago.
"If you believe nothing I've ever said, let me say this: Indianapolis is never going to get baseball," Smulyan said in a telephone interview yesterday. "The value of the team is in Washington. Why would someone spend $450 million to buy a team in the fifth-largest media market and the area with the country's second- or third-most disposable income and then move it? Nobody is that dumb. Not even me.
"If you believe nothing I've ever said, let me say this: Indianapolis is never going to get baseball," Smulyan said in a telephone interview yesterday. "The value of the team is in Washington. Why would someone spend $450 million to buy a team in the fifth-largest media market and the area with the country's second- or third-most disposable income and then move it? Nobody is that dumb. Not even me.
"I'll buy a home there, I'll be there. Nobody will work harder than we will."
Take it easy, Senator. We know you want to be president.
Malek's group is still smarting from the perception, wrongly or not, that it initiated the negative campaign against Smulyan. Baseball does not like connivers, and only puts up with them because George Steinbrenner makes it. There is the existing relationship between the city and the Malek group to promote baseball in the district dating back several years. Before anybody believed a return was possible, Malek was the forefront of the movement, and the mayor has been loyal to him.
But his past has come back to haunt him, too. Though prominent Jewish leaders have said Malek has atoned for his role as a Nixon White House aide who counted the number of Jews working at the Bureau of Labor Statistics, it's still out there.
Asked if he believed the Malek group was behind the out-of-town characterization and whether Smulyan's Jewish faith had anything to do wit h it, Smulyan said: "You hear things, but I can't believe that. I don't think there's any anti-Semitism involved. If I would have been part of a group of Episcopal bishops from out of town, the same thing would have happened."
I'm still perplexed by the localism issue. How is the area you live in more important than the stewardship of the team? This entire Sale-By-Zip-Code rationale has got to stop. After all, Bob Short lived in Washington for 15 years before he moved the team. The Griffith family lived in the District only their entire lives before they made sure baseball left Washington the first time.
Shouldn't more pressing issues be on the table at this point? Like, who is going to bring in wonder boy Theo Epstein? He's 31. He does not want to work for Larry Lucchino and the Red Sox anymore and he has direct ties to Washington.
Shouldn't more pressing issues be on the table at this point? Like, who is going to bring in wonder boy Theo Epstein? He's 31. He does not want to work for Larry Lucchino and the Red Sox anymore and he has direct ties to Washington.
(Okay, so his sister is merely a writer on the new Geena Davis series, "Commander in Chief." That counts, right?) The point is, it's getting late in the game. It's time to pick someone in this race, and I don't care what Selig is thinking. I'm going with Smulyan in the hopes he can bring in a rock star like Theo to lure some rock-star players.
What? The guy called me back.
2005 The Washington Post Company
2005 The Washington Post Company
Monday, June 25, 2007
Public to finally see Flight 93 Memorial mgmt. plan
Most of you who already know me, know why the Flight 93 Memorial site is so important to me, but for those of you who don't, just look on the front of the blog.
After you read the email I received recently from the Flight 93 Memorial folks, I've added something that's on my main page that you may've skipped.
I'll add to it as time allows, since there's still a lot to say.
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FLIGHT 93 NATIONAL MEMORIAL
FINAL GENERAL MANAGEMENT PLAN AVAILABLE TO THE PUBLIC
The Final General Management Plan and Environmental Impact Statement forthe Flight 93 National Memorial is available to the public. The Flight 93 Advisory Commission, the Families of Flight 93 and the Flight 93 MemorialTask Force have worked as partners alongside the National Park Service increating the plan.
Release of the final plan is the culmination of a grassrootsplanning process that began in 2003. The planning process included manyopportunities for the public and government agencies to participate and express their opinions about the creation of the new memorial. The process was highlighted by the completion of an international design competition, which marks the first time an entire national park site was designed through a public competition.
The National Park Service is required by law to prepare a General Management Plan for all sites within the national park system. The document presents a vision for developing and managing the national memorial for the next 15-20 years and evaluates any related impacts. The document can be viewed and downloaded from the project website(www.flight93memorialproject.org) or a printed copy can be requested by writing to or visiting the National Park Service project office at
109 W.Main Street, Suite 104, Somerset, PA 15501.
The planning process will formally conclude in July 2007 with the issuance of a Record of Decision by the National Park Service.
About the Flight 93 National Memorial:
On September 24, 2002, the United States Congress passed the Flight 93National Memorial Act. The Act created a new national park unit to commemorate the passengers and crew of Flight 93 who, on September 11,2001, courageously gave their lives thereby thwarting a planned attack on our nation's capital. The national memorial is at the site of the Flight 93 crash in Shanksville, Pennsylvania
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A common field one day. A field of honor forever.
May all who visit this place remember the collective acts of courage ofthe passengers and crew, revere this hallowed ground as the final resting place of those heroes, and reflect on the power of individuals who choose to make a difference.
After you read the email I received recently from the Flight 93 Memorial folks, I've added something that's on my main page that you may've skipped.
I'll add to it as time allows, since there's still a lot to say.
____________________________
FLIGHT 93 NATIONAL MEMORIAL
FINAL GENERAL MANAGEMENT PLAN AVAILABLE TO THE PUBLIC
The Final General Management Plan and Environmental Impact Statement forthe Flight 93 National Memorial is available to the public. The Flight 93 Advisory Commission, the Families of Flight 93 and the Flight 93 MemorialTask Force have worked as partners alongside the National Park Service increating the plan.
Release of the final plan is the culmination of a grassrootsplanning process that began in 2003. The planning process included manyopportunities for the public and government agencies to participate and express their opinions about the creation of the new memorial. The process was highlighted by the completion of an international design competition, which marks the first time an entire national park site was designed through a public competition.
The National Park Service is required by law to prepare a General Management Plan for all sites within the national park system. The document presents a vision for developing and managing the national memorial for the next 15-20 years and evaluates any related impacts. The document can be viewed and downloaded from the project website(www.flight93memorialproject.org) or a printed copy can be requested by writing to or visiting the National Park Service project office at
109 W.Main Street, Suite 104, Somerset, PA 15501.
The planning process will formally conclude in July 2007 with the issuance of a Record of Decision by the National Park Service.
About the Flight 93 National Memorial:
On September 24, 2002, the United States Congress passed the Flight 93National Memorial Act. The Act created a new national park unit to commemorate the passengers and crew of Flight 93 who, on September 11,2001, courageously gave their lives thereby thwarting a planned attack on our nation's capital. The national memorial is at the site of the Flight 93 crash in Shanksville, Pennsylvania
.............
A common field one day. A field of honor forever.
May all who visit this place remember the collective acts of courage ofthe passengers and crew, revere this hallowed ground as the final resting place of those heroes, and reflect on the power of individuals who choose to make a difference.
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Common sense from advertising folks in Cannes!
Excellent advertising article at AdWeek on "Cannes: The 'Evolution' of Advertising," which details the activities of the 11,000 delegates who met in Cannes, not just to hobnob and hangout at the beach and bistros, but to also award prizes which'll provide a "helpful guidepost to navigate the future where consumers will choose the brand messages they interact with and often power the distribution of."
Dove took top honors: http://www.campaignforrealbeauty.com/home_films_evolution_v2.swf
"The Dove viral sensation "Evolution" took top honors in both the Cyber and Film categories, pointing to the colliding worlds of consumer-powered digital distribution and brand building. It's the first time in the festival's history that the same execution won in both categories."
Those pols & consultants in Washington and sports league office HQs in NYC, who act as if that doesn't have anything to do with politics or sports, will soon be left in the ash heep of history.
On a slightly related matter, "they" say that eventually, HDTV will make NHL hockey popular because of the way that it can make you feel like you're right on the ice.
I hope so, since I watched all of the Stanley Cup games that NBC televised, but didn't watch more than ten minutes -combined- of the NBA Finals, even though the Spurs were playing.
http://www.adweek.com/aw/national/article_display.jsp?vnu_content_id=1003602774
Dove took top honors: http://www.campaignforrealbeauty.com/home_films_evolution_v2.swf
"The Dove viral sensation "Evolution" took top honors in both the Cyber and Film categories, pointing to the colliding worlds of consumer-powered digital distribution and brand building. It's the first time in the festival's history that the same execution won in both categories."
Those pols & consultants in Washington and sports league office HQs in NYC, who act as if that doesn't have anything to do with politics or sports, will soon be left in the ash heep of history.
On a slightly related matter, "they" say that eventually, HDTV will make NHL hockey popular because of the way that it can make you feel like you're right on the ice.
I hope so, since I watched all of the Stanley Cup games that NBC televised, but didn't watch more than ten minutes -combined- of the NBA Finals, even though the Spurs were playing.
http://www.adweek.com/aw/national/article_display.jsp?vnu_content_id=1003602774
Thursday, June 21, 2007
IU announces Terry Hoeppner memorial info; public ceremony at Assembly Hall, Sat. at Noon
A public day of reflection and remembrance, a "Celebration of Life," has been scheduled for Saturday at noon at Assembly Hall for Hoosier fans still reeling from the tragic death Tuesday of head football coach Terry Hoeppner.
As of today, Thursday, the athletic dept is reporting the following:
"In lieu of flowers, Coach Hoeppner's family requests that memorial contributions be made to the IU Varsity Club in support of the new North End Zone Facility at Memorial Stadium. Contributions (payable to IU Foundation) may be sent to the Indiana University Varsity Club."
http://iuhoosiers.cstv.com/sports/m-footbl/spec-rel/062007aad.html
THE best story I've come across over the past 48 hours since Coach Hoeppner's death is the following:
ESPN.com's Pat Forde "Hoeppner gave Hoosiers optimistic outlook for future"
Forde got me with these comments, familiar to all Hoosier fans, past and present:
"...He was a piece of work. And he seemed perfect for a program that needed a whole lot of work. For some reason, Indiana has lacked the football fan following and on-field success of rival Purdue to the north. The Woodburn, Ind., native never understood that disconnect, and never saw a reason why it had to stay that way..."
http://sports.espn.go.com/espn/columns/story?columnist=forde_pat&id=2910547&sportCat=ncf
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Draft of Miami 21 now online, in advance of first reading on June 28
Just got this email about more info being available online now for all you armchair urban policy experts to peruse from the comfort of your home, and not spend time poring over docs in some govt. bldg. with bad A/C or parking -or both.
Remember, tomorrow, Thursday will be the "City of Miami Commissioner's Workshop" on this subject, so you can do some reconnaissance in advance of next week's meeting and see who on the Commission has done their homework and is really following what's being done -and who hasn't- as well as watch and take plenty of copious notes.
Just don't expect anyone to be handing you a microphone to ask one of your trademark penetrating, three-part questions, wherein you bring up the fact where you went to college again, even though it isn't relevant. Ivy Leaguers, this means you!
Date: June 21, 2007 Time: 2:00 pm - 5:00 pm
The City of Miami Commission will hold a workshop to discuss the enactment of Miami 21.
Found this link on the Miami 21 page with archived articles on the subject, pro and con:
http://www.miami21.org/index.php?submenu=mediapartners&src=news&persist_cat=1&srctype=lister&newssearch=yes&kw=
The aforementioned email from Miami 21 HQ today read:
Updated Miami 21 Draft is Available Online
Please visit www.Miami21.org for the latest Miami 21 Draft which was posted today. For your convenience, we have included an amendments file which indicates all changes taking place from the original Miami 21 Draft (March 16, 2007) to the present Miami 21 Draft (June 20, 2007).
As always, we thank you for your continued participation in the Miami 21 process and encourage your questions and/or comments pertaining to Miami 21.
Quick Links...
Miami 21 Website
Miami 21 Draft-June 20, 2007
Amendments from Original Draft
Upcoming Meetings
Contact Information
phone: Miami 21 Hotline (305) 416-2121
fax: (305) 400-5400
email: info@miami21.org
Mailing Address:PO BOX 330708 Miami, FL. 33233
Remember, tomorrow, Thursday will be the "City of Miami Commissioner's Workshop" on this subject, so you can do some reconnaissance in advance of next week's meeting and see who on the Commission has done their homework and is really following what's being done -and who hasn't- as well as watch and take plenty of copious notes.
Just don't expect anyone to be handing you a microphone to ask one of your trademark penetrating, three-part questions, wherein you bring up the fact where you went to college again, even though it isn't relevant. Ivy Leaguers, this means you!
Date: June 21, 2007 Time: 2:00 pm - 5:00 pm
The City of Miami Commission will hold a workshop to discuss the enactment of Miami 21.
Found this link on the Miami 21 page with archived articles on the subject, pro and con:
http://www.miami21.org/index.php?submenu=mediapartners&src=news&persist_cat=1&srctype=lister&newssearch=yes&kw=
The aforementioned email from Miami 21 HQ today read:
Updated Miami 21 Draft is Available Online
Please visit www.Miami21.org for the latest Miami 21 Draft which was posted today. For your convenience, we have included an amendments file which indicates all changes taking place from the original Miami 21 Draft (March 16, 2007) to the present Miami 21 Draft (June 20, 2007).
As always, we thank you for your continued participation in the Miami 21 process and encourage your questions and/or comments pertaining to Miami 21.
Quick Links...
Miami 21 Website
Miami 21 Draft-June 20, 2007
Amendments from Original Draft
Upcoming Meetings
Contact Information
phone: Miami 21 Hotline (305) 416-2121
fax: (305) 400-5400
email: info@miami21.org
Mailing Address:PO BOX 330708 Miami, FL. 33233
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In the Heart of a Great Country, Beats the Soul of Hoosier Nation
The South Florida I Grew Up In
Excerpts from Joan Didion's Miami, 1987, Simon & Schuster:
In the continuing opera still called, even by Cubans who have now lived the largest part of their lives in this country, el exilo, the exile, meetings at private homes in Miami Beach are seen to have consequences. The actions of individuals are seen to affect events directly. Revolutions and counter-revolutions are framed in the private sector, and the state security apparatus exists exclusively to be enlisted by one or another private player. That this particular political style, indigenous to the Caribbean and to Central America, has now been naturalized in the United States is one reason why, on the flat coastal swamps of South Florida, where the palmettos once blew over the detritus of a dozen failed booms and the hotels were boarded up six months a year, there has evolved since the early New Year's morning in 1959 when Fulgencio Batista flew for the last time out of Havana a settlement of considerable interest, not exactly an American city as American cities have until recently been understood but a tropical capital: long on rumor, short on memory, overbuilt on the chimera of runaway money and referring not to New York or Boston or Los Angeles or Atlanta but to Caracas and Mexico, to Havana and to Bogota and to Paris and Madrid. Of American cities Miami has since 1959 connected only to Washington, which is the peculiarity of both places, and increasingly the warp...
"The general wildness, the eternal labyrinths of waters and marshes, interlocked and apparently neverending; the whole surrounded by interminable swamps... Here I am then in the Floridas, thought I," John James Audobon wrote to the editor of The Monthly American Journal of Geology and Natural Science during the course of an 1831 foray in the territory then still called the Floridas. The place came first, and to touch down there is to begin to understand why at least six administations now have found South Florida so fecund a colony. I never passed through security for a flight to Miami without experiencing a certain weightlessness, the heightened wariness of having left the developed world for a more fluid atmosphere, one in which the native distrust of extreme possibilities that tended to ground the temperate United States in an obeisance to democratic institutions seemed rooted, if at all, only shallowly.
At the gate for such flights the preferred language was already Spanish. Delays were explained by weather in Panama. The very names of the scheduled destinations suggested a world in which many evangelical inclinations had historically been accomodated, many yearnings toward empire indulged...
In this mood Miami seemed not a city at all but a tale, a romance of the tropics, a kind of waking dream in which any possibility could and would be accomodated...
Hallandale Beach Blog
http://www.hallandalebeachblog.blogspot.com/
Hallandale Beach Blog is where I try to inject or otherwise superimpose a degree of accountability, transparency and much-needed insight onto local Broward County government and public policy issues, which I feel is sorely lacking in local media now, despite all the technological advances that have taken place since I grew-up in South Florida in the 1970's. On this blog, I concentrate my energy, enthusiasm, anger, disdain and laser-like attention primarily on the coastal cities of Aventura, Hollywood and Hallandale Beach.
IF you lived in this part of South Florida, you'd ALREADY be in stultifying traffic, be paying higher-than-necessary taxes, and be continually musing about the chronic lack of any real accountability or transparency among not only elected govt. officials, but also of City, County and State employees as well. Collectively, with a few rare exceptions, they couldn't be farther from the sort of strong results-oriented, work-ethic mentality that citizens here deserve and are paying for.
This is particularly true in the town I live in, the City of Hallandale Beach, just north of Aventura and south of Hollywood. There, the Perfect Storm of years of apathy, incompetency and cronyism are all too readily apparent.
It's a city with tremendous potential because of its terrific location and weather, yet its citizens have become numb to its outrages and screw-ups after years of the worst kind of chronic mismanagement and lack of foresight. On a daily basis, they wake up and see the same old problems again that have never being adequately resolved by the city in a logical and responsible fashion. Instead the city government either closes their eyes and hopes you'll forget the problem, or kicks them -once again- further down the road.
I used to ask myself, and not at all rhetorically, "Where are all the enterprising young reporters who want to show through their own hard work and enterprise, what REAL investigative reporting can produce?"
Hearing no response, I decided to start a blog that could do some of these things, taking the p.o.v. of a reasonable-but-skeptical person seeing the situation for the first time.
Someone who wanted questions answered in a honest and forthright fashion that citizens have the right to expect.
Hallandale Beach Blog intends to be a catalyst for positive change. http://www.hallandalebeachblog.blogspot.com/
http://www.hallandalebeachblog.blogspot.com/
Hallandale Beach Blog is where I try to inject or otherwise superimpose a degree of accountability, transparency and much-needed insight onto local Broward County government and public policy issues, which I feel is sorely lacking in local media now, despite all the technological advances that have taken place since I grew-up in South Florida in the 1970's. On this blog, I concentrate my energy, enthusiasm, anger, disdain and laser-like attention primarily on the coastal cities of Aventura, Hollywood and Hallandale Beach.
IF you lived in this part of South Florida, you'd ALREADY be in stultifying traffic, be paying higher-than-necessary taxes, and be continually musing about the chronic lack of any real accountability or transparency among not only elected govt. officials, but also of City, County and State employees as well. Collectively, with a few rare exceptions, they couldn't be farther from the sort of strong results-oriented, work-ethic mentality that citizens here deserve and are paying for.
This is particularly true in the town I live in, the City of Hallandale Beach, just north of Aventura and south of Hollywood. There, the Perfect Storm of years of apathy, incompetency and cronyism are all too readily apparent.
Sadly for its residents, Hallandale Beach is where even the easily-solved or entirely predictable quality-of-life problems are left to fester for YEARS on end, because of myopia, lack of common sense and the unsatisfactory management and coordination of resources and personnel.
It's a city with tremendous potential because of its terrific location and weather, yet its citizens have become numb to its outrages and screw-ups after years of the worst kind of chronic mismanagement and lack of foresight. On a daily basis, they wake up and see the same old problems again that have never being adequately resolved by the city in a logical and responsible fashion. Instead the city government either closes their eyes and hopes you'll forget the problem, or kicks them -once again- further down the road.
I used to ask myself, and not at all rhetorically, "Where are all the enterprising young reporters who want to show through their own hard work and enterprise, what REAL investigative reporting can produce?"
Hearing no response, I decided to start a blog that could do some of these things, taking the p.o.v. of a reasonable-but-skeptical person seeing the situation for the first time.
Someone who wanted questions answered in a honest and forthright fashion that citizens have the right to expect.
Hallandale Beach Blog intends to be a catalyst for positive change. http://www.hallandalebeachblog.blogspot.com/
Hollywood in Cartoons, The New Yorker
Hollywood in Cartoons, The New Yorker
Hollywood in cartoons, 10-21-06 Non-Sequitur by Wiley, www-NON-SEQUITUR.COM
Miami Dolphins
Sebastian the Ibis, the Spirited Mascot of the University of Miami Hurricanes
Miami Dolphins Cheerleaders, April 28, 2007
Of cheerleaders past and present
Given South Florida's unique version of the melting pot -con salsa- demographics and mindset, these women in the photo above are surely what most South Floridians would consider attractive women. But for this observer, who's spent hours & hours at IU cheerleader tryouts and who has known dozens of cheerleaders -and wannabes- in North Miami Beach, Bloomington, Evanston and Washington, D.C., the whole time I was watching these members of the Dolphins' squad perform, I couldn't help but compare them and their routines to those of some IU friends of mine who ALWAYS showed true Hoosier spirit & enthusiasm.
Sitting at my table right near the stage and still later, while watching the long lines of Dolphin fans of all ages waiting to snap photos of themselves with the cheerleaders, I couldn't help but think about those friends who always left me and other Hoosier fans feeling positive & optimistic.
Was there anyone I saw in Davie who possessed these valuable intangibles: the dancing precision of IU Red Stepper -and Captain- Gail Amster, my talented and spirited Phi Beta Kappa pal from Deerfield (IL), who always sat next to me in our Telecom. classes as we took turns entertaining the other; the ebullient spirit & energy of two Hoosier cheerleaders -and captains- from Bloomington, Wendy (Mulholland) Moyle & Sara Cox; the hypnotic, Midwestern, girl-next-door sexiness of Hoosier cheerleader Julie Bymaster, from Brownsburg; or, the adorable Southern girl-next-door appeal of former Hoosier Pom squader Jennifer Grimes, of Louisville, always such a clear distraction while sitting underneath the basket?
Nope, not that I could see. But then they were VERY tough acts to follow!!!
And that's not to mention my talented & spirited friends like Denise Andrews of Portage, Jody Kosanovich of Hammond & Linda Ahlbrand of Chesterton, all of whom were dynamic cheerleaders -and captains- at very large Hoosier high schools that were always in the championship mix, with Denise's team winning the Ind. football championship her senior year when she was captain -just like in a movie. That Denise, Jody & Linda all lived on the same dorm floor, just three stories above me at Briscoe Quad our freshman year, was one of the greatest coincidences -and strokes of luck for me!- that I could've ever hoped for.
You could hardly ask for better ambassadors of IU than THESE very smart, sweet and talented women. In a future SBH post, I'll tell the story of one of the greatest Hoosiers I ever met, the aforementioned Wendy Mulholland, the Bloomington-born captain and emotional heart of the great early '80's IU cheerleading squads, and the daughter of Jack Mulholland, IU's former longtime Treasurer. The acorn doesn't fall far from a tree built on a foundation of integrity & community service!
(After he retired, Mr. Mulholland was the first executive director of the Community Foundation of Bloomington and Monroe County. I used to joke with Wendy that her dad's name was the one that was permanently affixed to the bottom of my work-study checks for years, while I worked at the Dept. of Political Science's Library, first, at the Student Building in the old part of campus, and then later, after it was refurbished, in magnificent Woodburn Hall, my favorite building on campus.)
In that future post, I'll share some reflections on Wendy's great strength of character and personality; my intentions of returning to Bloomington a few weeks before Fall '82 classes started, so I could help Wendy train and work-out to rehab her knee, so she'd feel confident in trying-out for the squad again, following a bad knee injury that'd left her physically-unable to try-out for the squad the previous spring, a big disappointment to those of us who cared about both Wendy and the team; my incredulity at, quite literally, running into Wendy while walking down a sidewalk one afternoon a few years later in Evanston, IL, when we were astonished to discover we were both living there, with me trying to hook on with a Windy City advertising agency, and Wendy then-attending Kellogg (KGSM) at Northwestern, right when the WSJ had named Kellogg the #1 Business School in the country.
I'll also share a story about Wendy performing a true act of kindness towards me in 1982, when I was having a real emergency, and she went above-and-beyond what I had any logical reason to expect. Yet, Wendy, along with her very helpful dad, Jack, came through for me when I was in a very bad time crunch. I've never forgotten Wendy's kindness towards me, and her true Hoosier spirit.
There's NOTHING I wouldn't do for Wendy Mulholland.