This Just In

Here it is... my weekly-or-so take on things that affect us all, or just me. Feel free to comment on anything you read here, especially if something I wrote doesn't make sense to you. Or my take on things might just not make sense to you at all, and that's fine. We didn't always laugh at everything YOU said. And so, without any further ado...

Sunday, December 27, 2009

Everybody Loves a Good Decade... This Wasn't One

So here we are, the end of a decade, which is a pretty big deal for all of us, and naturally a time to reflect. Considering I wrote a year-end list summing up 7 of the 10 years of this decade, not to mention (as of this writing) 267 blog entries about the various political, social, cultural, and comical goings-on, I can certainly sum up the decade… with yet another list. Hey, it’s what I do, and everyone else is doing it, so why the hell not?

First things first, if I am to sum up this decade, what the hell do I call it? I never did figure out what to call this decade, despite my many requests throughout the 2000s for someone to help me out with this. Do we call it the 2000s? The 0’s? The Aughts? I know one thing we can’t call this past decade… good. We started the 2000s with the dot-com bubble bursting and a recession to follow, we spent the next several years at each others’ throats politically in a state of decorum that was forever spiraling downward, and now we’re in another (and far worse) recession. Say what you will about George W. Bush and his massive contribution to the events of the past ten years, you just get the feeling that we’ve had better decades. Maybe we’re taking the negative feelings we have right now about things and attaching them to the entire decade, but sometimes decades are defined by what goes on at the end of that decade. The 50s were defined by rock ‘n roll, the 60s by Woodstock, and the 70s by disco... all happening at the end of said decades. More than anything, I think what defines this decade… is crap.

Yes, it was the Decade of Crap. Crappy reality TV, crappy celebrities becoming celebrities for absolutely no reason and then milking it for all it’s worth, focusing on the crappy behavior of people (mostly those crappy celebrities) on the news. Kinda seems fitting that we end this decade by having the AP’s Athlete of the Decade (Tiger Woods) making 24-hour news because of his serial cheating on his wife, some of it involving the use of Ambien for purposes other than what the doctor recommends it for.

Speaking of crap, this is the decade when my chosen industry went to crap. When the decade began, radio was going through consolidation madness and radio stocks were hot on Wall Street. But just like with the dot-coms and the housing market, it was a bubble, and when the bubble burst, things got tough for those of us who chose radio as a career, newbies and veterans alike. Now at the end of the decade, Citadel has filed for Chapter 11 bankruptcy protection, and other giants may follow.

And then there was the music… the decade started under a teen-pop hangover, rap-metal morphed into hard rock featuring a bunch of bands that all sound alike, decent music came along for a while with Avril Lavigne and pop-punk, which merged with emo to become really big in the middle of the decade. But by the end of the decade, it was all about Miley. And Taylor Swift. And the Black Eyed Peas. And while they do make good music, better music than the crappy "boy bands" that ushered in the millennium, it's still not music I'd like to be subjected to on a regular basis. And all those soundalike "new metal" bands are STILL mucking up so-called "Alternative" rock radio. Thank god I moved to a city where they have an Alt-Rock station that doesn't play any of that stuff and dares to find new sounds to try out. And now without any further ado, here's some of the things that come to my mind when I think about the 2000s... or whatever the hell this decade was called...

Transformation of the Decade: Justin Timberlake… I hated his guts at the beginning of the decade, but the guy became a real entertainer. He makes good music, he is hilarious and not afraid to make fun of himself (Exhibit A: the Sony commercials with him and Peyton Manning, Exhibit B: his SNL collaborations with Andy Samberg). Almost makes me forgive him for his role in the Janet Jackson “wardrobe malfunction” that forever changed radio. And on that note…

Most Important Moment for the Media: Okay yeah, 9-11 was the most important moment of the decade, period. But allowing for that, the most important moment for the media this decade was the aforementioned Janet Jackson incident at the 2004 Super Bowl. The FCC responded most notably by going after Fox for F-bombs dropped during live award show broadcasts, resulting in a U.S. Supreme Court case, but the brunt of the backlash was hurled at radio. Howard Stern was driven off terrestrial radio to satellite, giving satellite a shot in the arm and driving countless listeners away from terrestrial (although Stern’s star has faded considerably without the ability to stir up controversy). The burgeoning FM talk format was strangled by new indecency policies, and a lot of good personalities lost their jobs when the audience went elsewhere. With the personality taken out of radio, many more DJs suffered from a corporate philosophy that focused more on the bottom line and less on building connections between personalities and listeners. No, I’m not focusing much of my doctoral research on this… (note: sarcasm)

Today’s Special – Hypocrisy: If you needed more proof that a decade is an awfully long time, it’s long enough that you’ll eventually hear the same complaints coming from both sides of the political aisle. There is now a movement afoot by angry liberals to get rid of the minority party’s ability to filibuster in the Senate. They say it’s undemocratic, and most notably it dragged out the health care bill process (even though as I said all along, it was inevitable that this would pass). Count Paul Krugman among the chorus of left-wingers calling for the end of minority rights in the Senate. Where were these people earlier this decade when the Republicans were threatening to do the same thing over judicial appointees? Oh that’s right, they were accusing right-wingers of shredding the Constitution. Apparently, it’s only okay to shred the Constitution if YOU’RE in power. Uber-liberal Bob Cesca recognized the hypocrisy in his blog recently, and that may be what has ultimately forced earlier calls for the nuclear option on health care to go by the boards. But it hasn’t stopped other people, mostly of the “we won, get out of our way” persuasion, from calling for this change. All I know is I was taught in college (by a Democrat, mind you) that majority rule with minority rights is one of the reasons why we have the greatest system of government on this earth. But I’m guessing that most of these nuclear option backers probably prefer Hugo Chavez’s way of doing things…

Revisionist History at Work: The AP is reporting that Democrats and conservatives are blasting Republicans for hypocrisy over the health care bill and its effect on the deficit, reminding us that Republicans passed a half-trillion-dollar Medicare expansion in 2003. However, there is absolutely NO mention that the Democrats also had a proposal for Medicare expansion at the time, one that would have cost TWICE AS MUCH! Making it look like Democrats were opposing Part D on purely fiscal grounds is LUDICROUS. But hey, anything to make them look good, right?

Artist of the Decade: Britney Spears. No, I’m serious. Who better to embody the Decade of Crap than a pop singer with questionable talent, whose career has been extended as much as anything by the fact that she’s a cuckoo-bananas celebrity? She helped make TMZ and Perez Hilton household names with her marital adventures, her shaved-head breakdowns, and the occasional forgetting to wear underwear. The music? Who cares about the music? It’s Britney!

Album of the Decade: Green Day, “American Idiot”. Yes, I realize that parts of this album contradict my political views (only parts, Rolling Stone, not the whole album), but if the music is good, I tend to overlook those things. In this case, an album about American alienation in 2004 struck me and many millions as a definitive statement, and a snarling punk-rock one at that. Almost makes you want to thank the guy who stole the master tapes for the album Green Day was going to put out instead... they went back to the drawing board and created a masterpiece. (Honorable Mention: Blink-182’s self-titled 2003 album, which effectively broke down the door to getting emo into the mainstream)

Movie of the Decade: Sorry geeks, this will not begin with “Lord of the Rings” or “Harry Potter”. The honor goes to “The Departed”. Scorsese finally wins an Oscar for this masterwork, there are awesome performances from a cast full of A-list stars (Nicholson, DiCaprio, Damon, Wahlberg, and Sheen, just to name a few). Plus, it made being Irish cool, and for that I am eternally grateful. (Honorable Mention: “The Dark Knight”)

Biggest Advance of the Decade: Web 2.0. When the decade began, I thought it would be interesting to post my thoughts online. A lot of other people did too, and now we have the blogosphere, MySpace, Facebook, Twitter, YouTube, etc. It is fair to say social networking changed the world. Whether or not it was for the better has yet to be determined… now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go check my farm on Farmville…

Fashion Trend We’ll Be Most Ashamed Of: Crocs. I have never understood, will never understand how plastic clogs with holes in them became fashionable. Trust me, our kids will look at pictures of us in those things and LAUGH. A LOT.

And Finally: Some are already saying that the next decade will be even worse, with nuclear proliferation, alleged global warming, and more economic ruin in our future. Well, I'm one to believe that a decade is what you make of it, so let's make the best of it, and try to have some fun along the way. We couldn't do that much worse than this decade, could we?

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Sunday, December 20, 2009

Everybody Loves a Good (2009) List

So another year is nearly in the books, and another decade as well. Everyone in the media is hard at work compiling their lists of everything from the greatest games of the decade to the stupidest decisions. And so too have I been hard at work making up my list of things that caught my eye this year. And since it is the end of the decade, you lucky people get not one, but two lists from me this year: a list for 2009, and later a list for the whole decade. But first thing’s first, 2009…

Ah, 2009. A year in which we thought we would all come together behind a new president... instead we ended up more divided, more partisan, and more full of hate for people we disagree with than ever. The year "teabagger" went from being a gay slur to just another insult hurled at someone who believes that government isn't the answer to all of our problems. The year we found out Tiger Woods was more like a howling wolf from a 1950s-era cartoon. As some of my colleagues called it, the Year of Death: Farrah Fawcett, Ed McMahon, Patrick Swayze, Billy Mays, Brittany Murphy, but none bigger than Michael Jackson. His death managed to soak up more media time than even Princess Diana's passing, made his music more popular than ever, and also caused the ending to every Michael Jackson joke to become, "Awwww, too soon?"

Jay Leno retired from the "Tonight Show", then came back with a show at 10:00 that has drawn much mocking and few viewers. Oprah announced that she is retiring soon as well, but the rumor is she may do a show on her new cable network when that launches. If that's the case, she'll likely have as many viewers as... well, Jay Leno.

Surprisingly, two of the three colleges I’ve attended had great football seasons. Not surprisingly, Syracuse was not one of them. And Susquehanna's run to the D-3 playoffs didn't end all that great... 63-7, and I was there. The Phillies coveted Roy Halladay, got Cliff Lee, rode Lee back to the World Series... then dispatched a stunned Lee to Seattle so they could get Halladay, who they wanted all along. Gee, nothing says, "Thanks for saving our bacon" like a one-way ticket to the Pacific Northwest.

Construction started in downtown Syracuse for the first time in years, and ended at Carousel... likely for years with Stephanie (I Never Met a Development Project I Couldn't Stop) Miner becoming mayor. I fled to Philly... and promptly discovered that the administration there isn't much better. A mayor named Nutter who should be named Nutters (as in British for "crazy") got called a "little Caesar" for his role in the transit strike, the retiring DA said her low conviction rate for violent crime doesn't matter because she's not out to impress the local newspaper, and much like in NYS, the state budget passes very late and former state government bigwigs are either wearing prison stripes or on their way to doing so. Then I left town for break and they promptly got 23 inches of snow, or as much as they typically get in a YEAR.

And then there was the music... Dan DeLuca, music critic for the Philadelphia Inquirer, put together his year-end lists for best songs and albums, but once you think you have his tastes for music pegged (indie rock, check... under-the-radar R&B and roots, check), he then throws in Lady Gaga, Miley Cyrus, and “Boom Boom Pow”? How the heck do they belong on the same list as Grizzly Bear, Weezer, and Metric? Then again, that may be the same mentality that leads to ABBA (yes, ABBA) getting into the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame. Ben Wener of the Orange County Register made as good or better a case that the Rock Hall is screwed up than I could (plus I’ve written about this already), so check out his article. Even though I only agree with about half of his snubs... The Moody Blues, Alice Cooper, Chicago, and the Cure should DEFINITELY be in the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame before ABBA.

All right, enough with my venting, let's get to some of the other notable things that make this year's list:

Dumb Lawsuit of the Year: A college freshman in Missouri with a dislike for designer coats and a tongue planted firmly in cheek launched a clothing company called South Butt. Despite this kid's all-too-true belief that anyone should be able to tell the difference between a butt and a face (not to mention the obvious use of parody), North Face sued. I guess that proves not only that North Face's lawyers don't know the difference between a face and a butt, they clearly have their former shoved up their latter.

Dumb PETA Protest of the Year: PETA asked the Pet Shop Boys to change their names. Did they miss the memo that the Pet Shop Boys haven’t been relevant for over 20 years?!?

Most Overplayed Song: It’s a tie… EVERY SONG the Black Eyed Peas put out this year.

Who We Will Talk About in Music in 2010: Coldplay, Jimmy Eat World, Blink-182, Drake, Grizzly Bear, Cobra Starship, and Adam Lambert (that’s a given, the controversy around him is not going away)

Who Should Just Go Away in 2010: Besides the aforementioned Peas? How about Lady Gaga, Flo Rida, Shinedown, and Chris Brown (for obvious reasons)

Predictions I Was Right On This Year: Although I pegged Syracuse's 4-8 record exactly, I would have been much happier with two better snaps - one on the first play of the season against Minnesota and one on an extra point against Louisville - that would have turned 4-8 to 6-6 with a bowl berth. I picked the Phillies to win the NL East, but I thought that doing so would cause them to choke a la the Mets in '07 and '08 so does that still count?

Predictions I Totally Blew: Yeah, I said the Yankees would finish 3rd in their division again. And I had this beauty in my NFL picks: "The Steelers are the defending world champs and there's really no reason to think that they take a step back this year." Whoops.

Best New Album I Got This Year: As always, a tough call, but I’m gonna go with Green Day’s “21st Century Breakdown”. You might think they went too big with a 19-track, 3-act blanket statement about the decline and fall of American civilization, but they pull it off. (Honorable Mention: Pearl Jam, "Backspacer". Nearly two decades after their first album, they just keep on putting out great music)

More Proof That I’m Totally Right on this Anti-Prescription Thing: There’s now a prescription medicine you can get in order to get FULLER EYELASHES! Apparently mascara just isn't good enough anymore...

Enough Already: Can we please have no more “jerky-camera-first-person-shooter-look-alike” commercials? All they do is make me NAUSEOUS.

Now Don't Touch That Dial: I'll be back with my end-of-decade list next week. Merry Christmas, everyone!

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Sunday, December 13, 2009

I Need a Little Christmas

When you're a grad student, you tend to block a lot of things out. Oh, I still keep up with current events and I know what's going on in the world (even if I can't get on here as often to write about it), but it's tough to do much else when you're constantly preoccupied with deadlines.

Suffice to say, I haven't paid much attention to the fact that it is indeed the Christmas season. The shopping is not coming along as quickly as I would like, and the panic that I should be feeling since it's only 11 shopping days until Christmas? Not feeling it. Maybe it's the lack of snow here in Philadelphia... yeah, I know I have a severe dislike of snow but this is the only time of year when I'll accept it because it makes me feel festive. We had an end-of-semester party the other night, and although the host's house had the halls decked and the tree trimmed and some jazzy Christmas music playing... it was not a Christmas party to me.

I'm seriously not trying to be Scrooge here, I like Christmas and my lack of spirit should not be confused for not liking the the holiday season. The recession has much to do with it. I certainly can't spend on others the way I would like. I'm also just plain exhausted, which is understandable after an intense 14-week first semester of Ph.D stuff. I will soon be going home for the semester break, which I think is when my excitement will kick in. For one thing, it's MUCH more likely that I will see snow, because, well, it's Syracuse. And when I have been out in the lights and regalia of the season, I HAVE felt festive. The lights outside the apartment complex are nice to look at when coming home at night. Walking through Center City and seeing the hustle and bustle (while wishing I had a couple minutes to stop into a store or two to get the aforementioned shopping done) is a thrill. It's the first time I've been in a big city at Christmas time since going to NYC in high school. I've even rediscovered my taste for egg nog. I kinda laid off on the stuff the last couple years... maybe just had a bad batch or something. I like mine WITHOUT the rum, by the way... if I want to get drunk I know plenty of other ways to do it.

I'm also quite peeved at another pathetic attempt to declare war on other winter holidays. Yeah, you read that right. The "War on Christmas" is not what it says it is, it's an attempt by Bible-thumpers to remind us that Christmas reigns supreme over all other winter holidays because we all should be Christians... or else we're going to hell. This year, they went after the Gap, because after doing the Happy HanuRamaChristmaKwanzakkah deal last year (which they swiped from me, by the way... we did something similar on the radio back in my Chambersburg days), the Gap decided this year to just say "Do whatever you want." Or more precisely, "Do whatever you wanukkah", after their group of merry singers wishes everyone a happy Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, and Solstice... uh oh.

They had to mention Solstice. Once you bring in those evil Pagans, it's officially on for the War on Christmas crowd. God forbid (pun intended) anyone discover that Christmas co-opted Solstice many centuries ago as part of an effort to wipe competing religions off the map. So the American Family Association called for a boycott of the Gap because of those ads. And the worst part? The Gap CAVED. When you see the sweater-wearing Gap glee club now, you'll see them singing about clothes... and that's about it. The sad thing is it's usually a lawsuit or protest from atheists that results in a holiday celebration going completely non-denominational. This time it was the Bible-thumpers. Oh by the way, Happy Hanukkah to all my Jewish friends... I'm too small and inconsequential to merit a boycott.

Maybe that's part of the reason I'm not quite feeling it this holiday season. Protest fatigue.

Above all, this time of year is about spending time with loved ones, family and friends alike. Going home for a few weeks will certainly give me opportunities to do all that, so I'm really looking forward to it. I'm sure that more than anything will get me into the appropriate Christmas spirit. And I might even find the time to get the Christmas cards done...

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Saturday, December 05, 2009

One Happy Philacusian

I was back in Upstate New York recently, and a lot of people asked me how I liked Philadelphia... which proves that they don't read this blog or else they'd know. But I'll tell you what I told most of them: it's a really nice city, especially when the buses and trains aren't on strike.

Okay, the transit strike only lasted six days, but it's amazing how quickly you become dependent on something and then you realize how much it screws up your life when it's not there. Also, there was a bad taste in everyone's mouth over the way the strike was called. In case you didn't read about it, I wrote a few weeks ago that the Transit Workers Union had agreed not to strike during the World Series, and they stuck to it. Literally. The moment Game 5 ended and the Philly portion of the Series was over, the union walked out of talks, and they went on strike at 3am. So everyone woke up the next morning to find mass transit choked off and everything screwed up. Now I do have a car and I could use said car to get back and forth to campus, which in fact I did do one day during the strike. Absolute mess. I got to see crazy local drivers up close, not to mention a New Jersey bus driver who decided without warning to move into City Hall traffic and veer across THREE lanes. The very misnamed Schuylkill Expressway must have been a MESS. It's bad enough trying to drive on that thing on a Friday or Saturday night, now add a bunch of inconvenienced commuters.

But the strike did end and everything went back to normal, and I can't speak too badly of the mass transit system here in Philly. The subways are very good, very safe, and very efficient. The buses occasionally remind me of the Centro buses back in Syracuse... either 10 minutes late or 5 minutes early... but for the most part, they get to your stop on time. I had the opportunity to try out the regional rail system a couple weekends ago, when I traveled to Doylestown to watch what turned out to be a total debacle of a football game for Susquehanna... but I digress. The trip was quite nice, albeit a long one. I'm sure I could have just as easily driven there, but sometimes it's nice to just look at the scenery, which was good once we left the city. North Philadelphia looks like a war zone in some places.

Another thing I've had the opportunity to sample in Philly is the food. Most of the things you want to do in this town have to do with food. I know this because when I spoke to friends about the city, they started listing off food-related things I need to do. Of course, that requires money, and as I still don't have a job, that's kinda difficult. So no, I haven't been to the Italian Market yet, I haven't been to Tony Luke's for cheesesteaks... but I have had Philly cheesesteaks. Not just from the many lunch trucks on campus, but from a place on South Street, where the hipsters congregate and every place you walk into touts the fact that some publication or other has named their steaks "the best on South Street". I have no basis for comparison having only eaten at Steaks On South, but the steaks there literally melt in your mouth; it's quite an experience, so I'll proudly proclaim that Steaks On South gets the official "THIS JUST IN" endorsement for best cheesesteaks on South Street. I have also had the famous crab fries at Chickie's & Pete's. As good as advertised. And I have become a big fan of that Philadelphia dietary staple known as soft pretzels. I've always liked them, always had them at ballgames, but here, the big advantage is they are CHEAP. Because they're everywhere. 50 cents for a nice filling snack sounds good to me. I've also decided that Dietz & Watson hot dogs beat Hoffmann's seven ways to Sunday.

I am able to say that because I ate one at my first Philadelphia Flyers hockey game. Now I've been to a game at Citizens Bank Park in Mets gear, so I know what it's like to be an enemy fan in Philly, but I was warned that Flyers fans are a completely different breed so I took that into account when I came to the Flyers/Sabres game in a Buffalo Sabres jersey. For the most part, it wasn't as bad as I thought it might be. This despite the fact that the Flyers fans cheered loud and long for an opening montage on the Jumbotron that featured various Flyers through the team's history... beating the crap out of opposing players. There was a rather large Buffalo cheering section in the upper deck that got the brunt of the verbal abuse from Flyersfan. I was in the lower level behind the goal (taking advantage of a last-minute discount that I'm sure was designed to make the game a sellout). The first Flyers fan who sat next to me was actually pretty nice, and we spent quite a while chatting about our teams. Turns out it wasn't the guy's actual seats, so I spent the rest of the game next to other Flyers fans that I felt it was best not to speak to. Based on the increasingly agitated and vulgar nature of their comments as it got later in the game and Buffalo had the lead, I wasn't about to turn around and even make eye contact with the people behind me.

The only time I felt any tinge of concern was when a guy a couple rows behind me (who'd had a few) jumped up and started celebrating that his row had won some random in-game drawing. "I WON!" he yelled. "I DON'T KNOW WHAT I WON, BUT I WON SOMETHING!" Then he saw me chuckling about it, and started pointing at me and yelling, "BOO HIM! BOO HIM!!!" But in the end it was a fun experience, and Buffalo won so I got to enjoy that, albeit in very mute fashion so as not to provoke anyone.

So based on all these experiences I've had and enjoyed, I've started hearing accusations from a few people that I have assimilated nicely into Philly culture and have already tossed aside my Syracuse roots. Well no, not quite. If anything, I'm happy that Syracuse has adopted some helpful things from Philly, like the electronic route displays on the buses (now if they can only make them flash "Go Orange" like the ones down here read "Go Phillies" during the Series). They also added the crosswalk signals that actually count down how long you have to cross until the light changes. Not that people in Philly follow those anyway. So if anything, I've just combined the things I like about both cities. I've become Phila-cusian if you will.

Besides, most of the time I'm too busy with classes and work to really become totally immersed in being a resident of the City of Brotherly Love. Or much else for that matter. I had one experience this semester where I walked by the lounge/cafe area of the Communications building and saw a huge stage setup and folding chairs everywhere. Downstairs in the Ph. D office, we all mentioned it and wondered what it was. Later, I walked by and saw what it was all about... Matt Lauer was doing a Q&A session. My response? "Oh, it's Matt Lauer... eh." And I kept walking. Sorry, once you have seen the likes of Bob Costas and others making similar appearances at Syracuse, it becomes old hat. You'll have to do better than that, Philadelphia.

Actually, I think my Syracuse background could be beneficial for people around here. Take today for instance. We're getting a pretty big (for here) snowfall today, and I'm told the locals don't know how to handle snow at all. Incidentally, by the time this snow is over tonight, Philadelphia could have more snow so far this winter than Syracuse... excuse me? WTF? Anyway, I could easily show people how to deal with the white stuff... for a price, of course. After all, I still don't have a job.

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