• Donald Trump, financial underperformer

    September 21, 2015
    US business, US politics

    Max Ehrenfreund:

    Donald Trump, the Republican frontrunner in next year’s presidential primary, has been pitching voters on his experience in business.

    “I’m running for office in a country that’s essentially bankrupt, and it needs a successful businessman,” he told Rolling Stone.

    Yet Trump has not done nearly as well as other American business magnates, or even a typical middle-class retiree following sound financial advice, as a review of the numbers over the past four decades shows. He is a billionaire today despite this poor performance because when he started his career, his father had already built a colossal real-estate empire. And the wealth Donald Trump has accumulated since then has at times come at the expense of taxpayers or the banks and investors who have lent him money.

    Citing data from Forbes, The Associated Press estimates that Trump’s net worth quadrupled from $1 billion to $4 billion between 1988 and today. That’s an impressive gain, but it’s nothing compared to the wealth produced by investors such as Warren Buffett and Bill Gates. Gates’s wealth increased from about $1 billion to $80 billion over the same period. Buffett had about $2.5 billion in 1988, and has $68 billion today.

    Yet perhaps the most telling comparison is between Trump and his golf buddy, Richard LeFrak. The LeFraks and the Trumps have been rivals in New York’s real estate business for generations. LeFrak’s father, Samuel LeFrak, took a no-nonsense approach to the business. He focused on minimizing risk and making money, according to a 1992 profile in Business Week, before the magazine became Bloomberg Businessweek.

    “He might be strutting around like a peacock today, but he’s gonna be a feather duster tomorrow,” the elder LeFrak told Business Week when asked about Trump.

    Over time, the LeFraks came out ahead of their competitors. LeFrak is worth $7 billion today, and he’s 181st on Bloomberg’s list of the world’s richest people. Bloomberg puts Trump’s wealth at just $2.9 billion — far less than Forbes’s estimate. He doesn’t even make the list. …

    Citing an independent evaluation, Business Week put Trump’s net worth at$100 million in 1978. Had Trump gotten out of real estate entirely, put his money in an index fund based on the S&P 500 and reinvested the dividends, he’d be worth twice as much — $6 billion — today, according to the calculatormaintained by the blog Don’t Quit Your Day Job.

    (In this scenario, Trump doesn’t quit his day job. The calculation above does not include any allowance for living expenses, so if he had put all his money in index funds, he would have had to live off the dividends or find some other source of income.)

    Trump disputes the independent appraisals of his wealth by Forbes, Business Week (now Bloomberg) and others. He says he is worth about $10 billion today.

    Using Trump’s preferred estimates of his wealth, he has still performed worse than our hypothetical Main Street retiree. He told The New York Times he was worth $200 million in 1976, an amount that would be worth $12 billion today. …

    In a way, though, all of these comparisons are misleading. Donald Trump’s father, Fred Trump, built his real-estate business on federal subsidies, as The Washington Post’s Emily Badger has reported. Financing from Uncle Sam isn’t available to the typical investor (although homeowners do benefit indirectly from federal subsidies and can deduct interest they pay on their mortgage from their tax bill). The younger Trump has continued that strategy, boasting about his ability to secure taxpayer dollars from local officials, as the Los Angeles Times has explained.

    At other times, Trump has relied not on taxpayers but on banks and private concerns. Firms under his control have gone bankrupt on four occasions, but those catastrophes aren’t fully reflected in Trump’s net worth today, since his lenders absorbed the losses. The LeFraks, by contrast, have avoided imposing losses on their creditors, while still finding a way to turn a profit.

    All of this is in addition to the things we already know about Trump, notably his un-Republican positions before he decided to run for the Republican nomination. It remains inconceivable that someone who favored such horrible ideas as single-payer health care is leading (before any votes take place) the GOP field.

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  • Presty the DJ for Sept. 21

    September 21, 2015
    Music

    First, the song of the day:

    The number one song today in 1959 was a one-hit wonder …

    … as was the number one song today in 1968 …

    … as was the number one British song today in 1974 …

    … but not over here:

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  • Presty the DJ for Sept. 20

    September 20, 2015
    Music

    The number one British single today in 1969 wasn’t from Britain:

    The number one U.S. single today in 1969 came from a cartoon:

    The number one British album today in 1969 was from the supergroup Blind Faith, which, given its membership (Eric Clapton, Ginger Baker of Cream and Steve Winwood), was less than the sum of its parts:

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  • Presty the DJ for Sept. 19

    September 19, 2015
    Music

    The number one single today in 1960:

    Today in 1969 the number two single on this side of the Atlantic was the number one single on the other side …

    … from the number one album:

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  • Logical, yet lengthy

    September 18, 2015
    Culture, International relations, media

    My high school political science teacher passes on this lengthy treatise about the politics of the first two versions and rebooted Star Trek:

    Leonard Nimoy’s death in February brought to a close his unusual career continually playing a single role for half a century. Between 1966, when the television show Star Trek premiered, and 2013, when the movie Star Trek Into Darkness hit the screens, Nimoy portrayed the franchise’s beloved first officer, Mr. Spock, in two TV series and eight films.

    As he acknowledged, the key to Star Trek’s longevity and cultural penetration was its seriousness of purpose, originally inspired by creator Gene Roddenberry’s science fiction vision. Modeled onGulliver’s Travels, the series was meant as an opportunity for social commentary, and it succeeded ingeniously, with episodes scripted by some of the era’s finest science fiction writers. Yet the development of Star Trek’s moral and political tone over 50 years also traces the strange decline of American liberalism since the Kennedy era.

    Captain Kirk and the Cold War

    Roddenberry and his colleagues were World War II veterans, whose country was now fighting the Cold War against a Communist aggressor they regarded with horror. They considered the Western democracies the only force holding back worldwide totalitarian dictatorship. The best expression of their spirit was John F. Kennedy’s Inaugural Address, with its proud promise to “pay any price, bear any burden, meet any hardship, support any friend, oppose any foe, in order to assure the survival and the success of liberty.”

    This could have been declaimed by Captain James T. Kirk (played by William Shatner), of the starship U.S.S. Enterprise, who, as literature professor Paul Cantor observes in his essay “Shakespeare in the Original Klingon,” is “a Cold Warrior very much on the model of JFK.” In episodes like “The Omega Glory,” in which Kirk rapturously quotes the preamble to the Constitution, or “Friday’s Child,” where he struggles to outwit the Klingons (stand-ins for the Soviet menace) in negotiations over the resources of a planet modeled on Middle Eastern petroleum states, Kirk stands fixedly, even obstinately, for the principles of universal freedom and against collectivism, ignorance, and passivity. In “Errand of Mercy,” the episode that first introduces the show’s most infamous villains, he cannot comprehend why the placid Organians are willing to let themselves be enslaved by the Klingon Empire. Their pacifism disgusts him. Kirk loves peace, but he recognizes that peace without freedom is not truly peace.

    This was not just a political point; it rested on a deeper philosophical commitment. In Star Trek’s humanist vision, totalitarianism was only one manifestation of the dehumanizing forces that deprive mankind (and aliens) of the opportunities and challenges in which their existence finds meaning. In “Return of the Archons,” for example, Kirk and company infiltrate a theocratic world monitored and dominated by the god Landru. The natives are placid, but theirs is the mindless placidity of cattle. In the past, one explains, “there was war. Convulsions. The world was destroying itself. Landru…took us back, back to a simple time.” The people now live in ignorant, stagnant bliss. Landru has removed conflict by depriving them of responsibility, and with it their right to govern themselves. When Kirk discovers that Landru is actually an ancient computer left behind by an extinct race, he challenges it to justify its enslavement of the people. “The good,” it answers, is “harmonious continuation…peace, tranquility.” Kirk retorts: “What have you done to do justice to the full potential of every individual? Without freedom of choice, there is no creativity. Without creativity, there is no life.” He persuades Landru that coddling the people has stifled the souls it purported to defend, and the god-machine self-destructs.

    This theme is made more explicit in “The Apple,” perhaps the quintessential episode of the original Star Trek. Here Kirk unashamedly violates the “Prime Directive”—the rule forbidding starship captains from interfering with the cultures they contact—by ordering the Enterprise to destroy Vaal, another computer tyrant ruling over an idyllic planet. Like Landru, Vaal is an omniscient totalitarian, and he demands sacrifices. The natives, known only as “people of Vaal,” have no culture, no freedom, no science—they do not even know how to farm—and no children, as Vaal has forbidden sex along with all other individualistic impulses. This sets Kirk’s teeth on edge. There are objective goods and evils, and slavery is evil because it deprives life forms of their right to self-government and self-development.

    What differentiates “The Apple” from “Archons” is Spock’s reaction. In the earlier episode, he joined Kirk in condemning Landru; now the half human/half Vulcan is reluctant to interfere with what he calls “a splendid example of reciprocity.” When chief medical officer Dr. Leonard “Bones” McCoy (DeForest Kelley) protests, Spock accuses him of “applying human standards to non-human cultures.” To this cool relativism, McCoy replies, “There are certain absolutes, Mr. Spock, and one of them is the right of humanoids to a free and unchained environment, the right to have conditions which permit growth.”

    Kirk agrees with McCoy. Spock—who in later episodes invokes the Vulcan slogan celebrating “infinite diversity in infinite combinations”—is comfortable observing Vaal’s servants nonjudgmentally, like specimens behind glass. But Kirk believes there must be deeper, universal principles underlying and limiting diversity, to prevent its degeneration into relativism and nihilism.

    Spock’s Hesitation

    This is an insight Kirk shares with Abraham Lincoln, who—as we learn in a later episode—is Kirk’s personal hero. When in 1858 Stephen Douglas claimed to be so committed to democracy that he did not care whether American states and territories adopted pro- or anti-slavery constitutions, Lincoln parodied his relativism as meaning “that if one man would enslave another, no third man should object.” Instead, Lincoln insisted, the basis of legitimate democracy was the principle of equality articulated in the Declaration of Independence. Without that frame firmly in place, democracy could claim no moral superiority to tyranny. Spock, by regarding this as a merely “human standard,” and defending Vaal’s suzerainty as “a system which seems to work,” falls into the same relativistic trap as Douglas. By contrast, as Paul Cantor notes, Kirk believes “that all rational beings are created equal,” and extends the Declaration’s proposition “literally throughout the universe.” Kirk orders the Enterprise to destroy Vaal. “You’ll learn to care for yourselves,” he tells the people. “You’ll learn to build for yourselves, think for yourselves, work for yourselves, and what you create is yours. That’s what we call freedom.”

    Spock’s hesitation here is an early glimmer of the relativism that would eventually engulf the Star Trek universe. Roddenberry’s generation emerged from World War II committed to a liberalism that believed in prosperity, technological progress, and the universal humanity they hoped the United Nations would champion. In the Kennedy years, this technocratic liberalism sought to apply science, the welfare state, and secular culture to raise the standard of living and foster individual happiness worldwide. Then came the rise of the New Left—a movement that saw the alleged evils of society as the consequence not merely of capitalism but of technology and reason itself. Civilization was not the perfection of nature or even a protection against nature, but an alienation from nature. Throw off its shackles, and man could reunite with the universe; unfairness would fall away, and peaceful coexistence would reign. “Peaceful coexistence” was especially crucial. The war in Vietnam and other crises helped foster a debunking culture that saw American principles of justice as a sham, as cynical rationalizations for American greed, racism, and imperialism. The older generation of liberals—and their literary proxies, including Captain Kirk—hardly knew what to make of it, or of the “turn on, tune in, drop out” escapism that often accompanied it.

    The original Star Trek savagely parodied such Age of Aquarius romanticism in the episode “The Way to Eden,” in which theEnterprise encounters a group of space-age hippies searching for a legendary planet where all will be equal, without technology or modernity, living off the land. Almost all of Kirk’s crew regard these star-children as deluded, and their longing for prelapsarian harmony does turn out to be a deadly illusion: the Eden planet they find is literally poison—all the trees and even the grass are full of an acid that kills them almost the instant they arrive. Kirk is hardly surprised. All Edens, in his eyes, are illusions, and all illusions are dangerous.

    Spock is more indulgent. “There are many who are uncomfortable with what we have created,” he tells the captain, “the planned communities, the programming, the sterilized, artfully balanced atmospheres.” Spock insists he does not share their views, yet he secretly admires them, and devotes his considerable scientific skills to helping locate their paradise planet. Later he tells one of the few survivors of the acid, “It is my sincere wish that you do not give up your search for Eden. I have no doubt but that you will find it, or make it yourselves.” The skeptical, spirited Kirk could never utter such words.

    Tale of Two Hamlets

    Kirk, it turns out, has personal reasons for his skepticism. In “The Conscience of the King,” we learn that he is something of a Holocaust survivor himself. When he was young, he and his parents barely escaped death at the hands of the dictator Kodos the Executioner, who slaughtered half the population of the colony on Tarsus IV. Having eluded capture, Kodos lived 20 years under an assumed name, making a living as a Shakespearean actor, until one of Kirk’s fellow survivors tracks him down. Now Kirk must decide whether the actor is really the killer.

    Aired in 1966, this episode is a commentary on the pursuit of Nazi war criminals, and it typifies the original Star Trek’s moral outlook. During the show’s three seasons, over 20 former Nazis were tried for their roles in the Holocaust, including five who only two weeks after this episode aired were convicted for working at the Sobibór extermination camp. Intellectuals like Hannah Arendt were preoccupied with the moral and jurisprudential questions of Nazi-hunting. “Conscience” puts these dilemmas into an ambitiously Shakespearean frame.

    Like Hamlet, Kirk faces a crisis of certainty. “Logic is not enough,” he says, echoing Hamlet’s “What a rogue and peasant slave am I” soliloquy. “I’ve got to feel my way—make absolutely sure.” Yet one thing Kirk is already sure about is justice. Hamlet may curse the fact that he was ever born to set things right, but he knows it is his duty. Likewise Kirk. When McCoy asks him what good it will do to punish Kodos after a lapse of two decades—“Do you play god, carry his head through the corridors in triumph? That won’t bring back the dead”—Kirk answers, “No. But they may rest easier.”

    For Shakespeare, justice is less about the good prospering and the bad suffering than about a harmony between the world of facts in which we live and the world of words we inhabit as beings endowed with speech. When the two fall out of sync—when Claudius’s crime knocks time “out of joint”—the result is only a perverse and temporary illusion. And Kirk is, again, not impressed by illusions. “Who are you to [judge]?” demands Kodos’s daughter. Kirk’s devastating reply: “Who do I have to be?”

    This clear-headedness had evaporated by December 1991, when the movie sequel Star Trek VI: The Undiscovered Countryappeared, only months after Roddenberry’s death. The previous films had focused on questions of loyalty, friendship, and Spock’s need for feeling to leaven his logic, but this one, written in part by Nimoy, would be the first devoted expressly to political subjects. It comments on the waning of the Cold War by portraying the first steps toward peace with the Klingons. Yet the price of peace, it turns out, is not merely to forgive past crimes, but for the innocent peoples of the galaxy to take the guilt upon themselves.

    Star Trek VI opens with a shocking betrayal: without informing his captain, Spock has volunteered the crew for a peace mission to the Klingons. Kirk rightly calls this “arrogant presumption,” yet the Vulcan is never expected to apologize. On the contrary, the film summarily silences Kirk’s objections. At a banquet aboard theEnterprise, he is asked whether he would be willing to surrender his career in exchange for an end to hostilities, and Spock swiftly intervenes. “I believe the captain feels that Starfleet’s mission has always been one of peace,” he says. Kirk tries to disagree, but is again interrupted. Later, he decides that “Spock was right.” His original skepticism toward the peace mission was only prejudice: “I was used to hating Klingons.”

    This represented an almost complete inversion of Star Trek’s original liberalism, and indeed of any rational scale of moral principles at all. At no point in the show’s history had Kirk or his colleagues treated the Klingons unjustly, whereas audiences for decades have watched the Klingons torment and subjugate the galaxy’s peaceful races. In “Errand of Mercy,” they attempt genocide to enslave the Organians. In “The Trouble with Tribbles,” they try to poison a planet’s entire food supply. The dungeon in which Kirk is imprisoned in this film is on a par with Stalin’s jails. Yet never does the Klingon leader, Gorkon, or any of his people, acknowledge—let alone apologize for—such injustices. Quite the contrary; his daughter tells a galactic conference, “We are a proud race. We are here because we want to go on being proud.” Within the context of the original Star Trek,such pride is morally insane.

    Yet in service to Spock’s mission of elevating peace over right, the film portrays the Klingons not as thugs, but as misunderstood casualties of human bigotry. Kirk and his crew, says Gorkon’s daughter at the Enterprise banquet, represent a “homo sapiens-only club,” devoted to such chauvinistic values as “inalienable human rights.” “Why, the very name,” she quips, “is racist.” Gorkon’s pacific overtures are stymied by conspirators who assassinate him, and while pursuing the murderers, Kirk decides that he, too, is at fault—because he has not simply let bygones be bygones. Abashed, he confesses, “I couldn’t get past the death of my son”—a reference to an earlier film in which a Klingon crew stabs his son to death in an effort to extort the secret of a devastating weapon. Kirk can hardly be blamed for withholding forgiveness, considering that the Klingons have never asked for it. Yet Star Trek VI demands that Kirk let go of his grievances—and the galaxy’s—unasked, and accept that they will forever go unredressed. Justice is only a human cultural construct.

    The contrast with “Conscience of the King” is jarring. It even affects the many Shakespearean references that pepper both dramas. For the orthodox bard, repentance is always a precondition of forgiveness, and conscience is the inescapable enforcer of natural law. Thus in “Conscience,” Shakespeare’s meditations illuminated Kirk’s thoughts on guilt and judgment. But in the film, the poet is quoted only to obfuscate. Star Trek VI even twists Shakespeare’s actual words. The “Undiscovered Country” of the title—to which Gorkon proposes a toast at the banquet—is not, as he claims, “the future,” but Hamlet’s metaphor for death. “‘To be or not to be,’ that is the question which preoccupies our people,” another Klingon tells Kirk. Yet where Hamlet sought the resolve to take up arms against a sea of troubles, Kirk learns not only to suffer slings and arrows, but to cease calling it outrageous. When he does, Gorkon’s daughter congratulates him for having “restored” her father’s “faith.” But Kirk is a victim of Klingon aggression—he needs no redemption.

    Roddenberry was so bothered by the film’s script that he angrily confronted director Nicholas Meyer at a meeting, futilely demanding changes. He and those who helped him create Star Trek knew that without a coherent moral code—ideas they considered universal, but which the film calls “racist”—one can never have genuine peace. Star Trek VI seemed to nod contentedly at the haunting thought Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn voiced in The Gulag Archipelago: “No, no one would have to answer.”

    Next Generation Nihilism

    This moral weariness highlighted the moral disarray into which the franchise had fallen. By 1987, when the new Enterprise was being launched on the new series Star Trek: The Next Generation, the liberal landscape had changed. The show premiered a year after feminist philosopher of science Sandra Harding referred to Newton’s Principia as a “rape manual,” and a year before Jesse Jackson led Stanford student protesters chanting, “Hey, hey, ho, ho, Western Civ has got to go!” The Kennedy-esque anti-Communist in the White House was now Ronald Reagan, a former Democrat and union leader who thought the party had left him.

    Next Generation’s Captain Jean-Luc Picard (Patrick Stewart) was more committed to coexistence and non-intervention than to universal liberty and anti-totalitarianism. Following Spock’s lead, Picard would elevate the Prime Directive into a morally obtuse dogma and would seek ways to evade the responsibility of moral judgment. Time and again, the show featured false equivalency on a grand scale, coupled with the hands-off attitude that the Kirk of “The Apple” had dismissed as complicity with evil.

    Consider the episode “Redemption.” Picard has overseen the installation of Gowron as chief of the Klingon Empire, a decision that, though unorthodox, follows Klingon law. The empire, now humanity’s ally, had invited Picard to judge the leadership controversy, and the Enterprise’s Klingon crewman, Mr. Worf (Michael Dorn), has even resigned to join Gowron’s crew. But at just this moment, rivals to the throne revolt and attack Gowron’s ship in full view of the Enterprise. In Star Trek VI, Kirk nearly gave his life trying to prevent the assassination of the Klingon chancellor, but Picard, rather than defend the lawful leader of an ally against a revolt of which he had been forewarned—and which takes place in his presence—chooses to abandon Gowron, and his friend and shipmate Worf. He orders the Enterprise to withdraw, rather than be drawn into a battle his own actions helped precipitate. If that were not enough, Gowron—who manages to survive this fickleness—requests aid against the rebels, whom they all know to have been collaborating with the Romulans, deadly enemies of both the Klingons and humans. Yet Picard again refuses, citing the non-interference directive that Gowron has already waived by requesting assistance. Picard, the Klingons learn, is not a very valuable friend.

    What accounts for this incoherent foreign policy? Nothing less than Picard’s commitment to non-commitment. He represents a new, non-judgmental liberalism far shallower than that embraced in Roddenberry’s era. Where Kirk pursues justice, Picard avoids conflict. Just as Kirk’s devotion to universal principles goes deeper than politics, so does Picard’s sentimentalism. When it comes to the universe of real suffering, real need, and a real search for truth, he is content not to decide, not to take responsibility, and not to know. …

    Star Trek’s latest iterations—the “reboot” films directed by J.J. Abrams—shrug at the franchise’s former philosophical depth. In 2009, Abrams admitted to an interviewer that he “didn’t get” Star Trek. “There was a captain, there was this first officer, they were talking a lot about adventures and not having them as much as I would’ve liked. Maybe I wasn’t smart enough.” His films accordingly eschew the series’ trademark dialogues about moral and political principles, and portray the young Kirk and crew as motivated largely by a maelstrom of lusts, fears, and resentments.

    A prime symbol of this transformation is Khan, the villain who appeared first in the 1967 episode “Space Seed,” then in the second Star Trek film in 1982 (played both times by Ricardo Montalban), and most recently in Abrams’s 2013 Star Trek Into Darkness (in which he was portrayed by Benedict Cumberbatch). Khan presents a serious challenge to the series’ liberal conception of equality because he is a genetically modified superman. As the late Harry V. Jaffa was fond of observing, Aristotle’s distinction between men, beasts, and gods “remains the framework of the thought of the Declaration of Independence,” according to which “any attempt of human beings to rule other human beings, as if the former were gods, and the latter beasts, is wrong.” But Khan actually is more than a man, which raises a serious problem for mankind’s right to liberty. In the original TV show’s episode, and somewhat against his grain, it is Spock who addresses the issue. When Kirk calls Khan “the best of the tyrants,” Spock is appalled:

    Spock: Gentlemen, this romanticism about a ruthless dictator is—

    Kirk: Mister Spock, we humans have a streak of barbarism in us. Appalling, but there, nevertheless.

    Scotty: There were no massacres under his rule.

    Spock: And as little freedom.

    Kirk finally explains, “We can be against him and admire him all at the same time,” which Spock characterizes as “illogical.” And, in the end, the crew refuses to submit to Khan’s assertion of a eugenic right to rule. Yet they also choose not to punish him even after he tries to kill Kirk and commandeer the Enterprise. Instead, they leave him and his followers on an unpopulated planet, where he can put his talents to work pioneering a new civilization. Fifteen years later, we learn in the film Star Trek II that the planet was devastated by a natural disaster soon afterwards, killing many of Khan’s followers. Obsessed with revenge, Khan manages to escape and, like a space-age Ahab, hunts the aging Kirk. Only by sacrificing his life does Spock save his shipmates.

    By the time Khan reappears under Abrams’s direction, the fixed moral stars by which the franchise once steered have been almost entirely obscured. No longer the thoughtful, bold captain, the young Kirk (Chris Pine) is now all rashness and violence, taking and breaking everything around him. He confesses that he has no idea what he is doing. But these are not vices he outgrows. Instead, the other characters come to recognize these traits as proof of his entitlement to command. When, in Abrams’s first film, Kirk’s recklessness briefly costs him his ship, his reign is restored by the intercession of an older version of Spock, played by Leonard Nimoy, who journeys across the dimensions to counsel Kirk that it is still his “destiny” to lead. “[T]his is the one rule you cannot break,” Nimoy intones, without further explanation. Kirk proceeds to retake control of the Enterprise in brutal fashion. Abrams thus grounds Kirk’s authority not on practical wisdom or merit, which he expressly disclaims, but on a version of the swaggering pretension to inherent superiority that “Space Seed” had repudiated. The new Enterprise is governed more by what The Federalist calls “accident and force” than by “reflection and choice.”

    This creates a paradox when the crew encounters Khan in Into Darkness. Dispatched to arrest the perpetrator of a terrorist attack, Kirk learns it is Khan—“genetically engineered to be superior so as to lead others to peace in a world at war,” Khan explains—and that earth’s current military leadership were secretly employing him as a military strategist. “I am better,” Khan says, at “everything.” But this is how Kirk, too, is depicted—as destined to command just because he is “better.” “[I]f Khan and Kirk have the same motivation,” asked critic Abigail Nussbaum, “why is one of them the bad guy and the other the hero?”

    The film acknowledges the similarities between the two, and even enlists the audience’s sympathy for Khan’s terrorism—but it never answers this question, except in terms of personal loyalty and betrayal. In an effort at ratio ex machina, Nimoy is once again brought in as Spock, to tell the crew that Khan is “dangerous”—but even he gives the audience no reason to consider Khan a villain. Ultimately, Khan is presented as evil not because he wars against equality and freedom, but because he isn’t one of us, while Kirk is—and because he loses, while Kirk wins. This arbitrariness infects the film’s single effort to express an abstract principle: “Our first instinct is to seek revenge when those we love are taken,” says Kirk in the final scene. “But that’s not who we are.” We are not told why not, beyond this tribalistic assertion. But it is who Khan is, and he is better at everything. Doesn’t that make vengeance right?

    Having lost their principles, the show’s heroes cannot really explain, or understand, what differentiates them from their enemies, and so are rendered vulnerable to the very forces they once opposed. That Nimoy was recruited to bless this arrangement on behalf of Star Trek’s older generation is perverse. But that perversity is the natural consequence of the breakdown in the liberal principles that once guided the series.Star Trek’s romance with relativism gradually blotted them out until the franchise came to prize feeling over thought, image over substance, and immediate gratification over moral and political responsibility. What was once an expression of the Enlightenment faded “into darkness.”

    Over nearly 50 years, Star Trek tracked the devolution of liberalism from the philosophy of the New Frontier into a preference for non-judgmental diversity and reactionary hostility to innovation, and finally into an almost nihilistic collection of divergent urges. At its best, Star Trek talked about big ideas, in a big way. Its decline reflects a culture-wide change in how Americans have thought about the biggest idea of all: mankind’s place in the universe.

    Even if you say “I’m a doctor, not a film critic,” it should be obvious that Abrams’ version of Star Trek has the prime directive of getting moviegoers’ money. Among other things, Star Trek In Name Only confuses how Kirk and Spock would have argued the problem with Khan; Spock was the one in the original series who played devil’s advocate while Kirk made the moral arguments against the bad guys.

    At the risk of inserting unapproved politics into the Trek universe: This also shows why the original series (known to us scifi geeks as TOS) was preferable to The Next Generation (logically TNG) and everything that has followed. The latter suffered from too much intellectual and moral preening and self-congratulation, except when the immensely annoying Q showed up to pop Picard’s balloon.

    If this five-year mission of argument is correct, you have to wonder what 1980s liberals were thinking, or if they were thinking at all. The pre-1960s liberals (which include Roddenberry) loved America, in contrast to the leftist (and anti-liberal) protesters of the Vietnam War. The U.S. didn’t defeat the Soviet Union by claiming the Soviet Union wasn’t America’s problem. That message appeared to have not gotten through to those who took over the Star Trek franchise from Roddenberry.

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  • Bielemakarma

    September 18, 2015
    Badgers

    In addition to paying attention to the Badgers and Troy, as well as the game I’m announcing between nationally ranked UW–Platteville and North Central Saturday at 12:45 Central time (click here to listen, both tonight and Saturday), you might want to pay attention to Saturday’s football game between Texas Tech and Arkansas.

    Matt Borcas explains why:

    Like any great showdown, the matchup between Bret Bielema and [Kliff] Kingsbury brings a clear good-evil dichotomy. With his utopian brand of football, uncanny resemblance to beloved actor Ryan Gosling, and popularity with the kids, Kingsbury represents the side of righteousness and light. Meanwhile, Bielema is an unapologetic troll whose face is chiseled onto the Mt. Rushmore of odious FBS coaches. His chief redeeming quality might be his candor.

    Naturally, Bielema’s reputation made Toledo’s shocking Week 2 upset of Arkansas rife with schadenfreude for the neutral observer — especially on the heels of Bielema’s accurate but irrelevant complaints about Ohio State’s schedule, which smacked of sour grapes. As a result, jokes about the Head Hog have abounded IRL and on Twitter in recent days. …

    It wasn’t always this way. In terms of public perception, Bielema’s head-coaching career began auspiciously enough, with the former Iowa nose guard first making waves back in 2006, during his rookie campaign helming the Badgers. The NCAA had just instituted a dumb, ill-advised rule that required (among other things) the clock to start as soon as the ball was kicked off, not when it was received, which was ridiculous for a whole slew of reasons — primarily because it artificially shortened college football games, and who in their right mind would want less college football?

    This rule was unceremoniously discarded after one season, in part because Bielema had exploited it so ingeniously in a November game against Penn State. With 23 seconds left in the first half and the Badgers set to kick off, Bielema instructed his players to intentionally go offside twice, thus reducing the amount of time the Nittany Lions had to mount a drive before halftime. Joe Paterno was FURIOUS, but there was nothing the officials could do but shrug their shoulders and point to the rulebook. It’s a damn shame that video of this incident has been removed from YouTube.

    Initially, Bielema was lauded for exposing Rule 3-2-5-e as a sham. He was sticking it to the establishment, and as we all know, there aren’t many establishments more loathsome than the NCAA. In retrospect, though, it’s fair to wonder if Bielema’s motives were less altruistic than plain evil; maybe he got off on bullying his easily agitated peer. To quote noted college football guru Stephanie Tanner: How rude! …

    In 2012, Bielema criticized new Ohio State coach Urban Meyer’s widely practiced method of attempting to “flip” recruits, famously declaring that “We at the Big Ten don’t want to be like the SEC — in any way, shape, or form.” Bielema would infamously end up bolting for Arkansas less than a year later, where he presumably remains insecure that Meyer is a far better recruiter.

    At Arkansas, Bielema fully blossomed into the grade-A troll that he is today. He’s feuded with too many SEC coaches to name, generally due to his self-serving and baseless contention that hurry-up offenses pose a serious player-safety risk. However, it was his wife, Jen, who caused his greatest controversy to date with the Razorbacks.

    As you surely remember, Wisconsin got utterly jobbed by the notoriously awful Pac-12 officials in a 2013 game against Arizona State — so much so that the refs faced sanctions afterward:

    That’s not how Jen saw it, though. On the contrary, Jen genuinely believed that Badgers fans were receiving a well-deserved dose of karmic retribution from the football gods, apparently because they weren’t pleased with the way Bert handled his departure from Wisconsin.

    jen-bielema-karma-tweet-wisconsin

    While she quickly deleted this tweet, #karma has lived on as a meme in the college football Twittersphere, and it never gets old. In fact, it started trending in Columbus, of all places, moments after Toledo sealed its 16-12 upset of the Razorbacks. Jen’s mentions have been a sight to behold over the past few days.

    So, when Arkansas takes on Texas Tech on Saturday in a must-win game for Bielema, remember that it is your moral duty as a discerning college football fan to root for Kingsbury’s Red Raiders, your imperative to root against Bielema and his bullying ways. Bert is many things: a frat bro who never grew up, a troll with a persecution complex, and an opportunistic propagandist, and he deserves your scorn.

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  • Another announcer I watched

    September 18, 2015
    History, media, Sports

    The Houston Chronicle reports:

    Milo Hamilton, a signature voice of Major League Baseball who roamed the big league map for three decades before finding in the Astros and in Houston the team and town for which he had been searching through a long, storied career in broadcasting, died Thursday. He was 88.

    Hamilton’s son, Mark, said Hamilton, who had been in hospice care for several weeks, died at 10:53 a.m., a fan to the end of the Astros and of the sport that was his profession and his passion.

    Hamilton, the 1992 recipient of the Ford Frick Award from the National Baseball Hall of Fame, made his final visit to Minute Maid Park in June and spent his final days listening and watching from afar as the Astros made their long-awaited return to contention and as their most storied player, Craig Biggio, was installed in the Hall of Fame.

    “He loved the organization, and he loved what was going on with the ballclub this year,” Mark Hamilton said. “Even with his health, the one thing that kept him going until the end was how great these kids were doing.”

    Hamilton called Major League Baseball games on radio and television from the 1950s into the current decade, working for the St. Louis Browns (1953), St. Louis Cardinals (1954), Chicago Cubs (1956-57, 1980-84), Chicago White Sox (1962-65), Atlanta Braves (1966-75), Pittsburgh Pirates (1976-79) and the Astros, joining the team in 1985 and serving as its primary on-air voice from 1987 through 2012. …

    Hamilton’s most famous moment behind the microphone came in Atlanta, where he had the radio call of Henry Aaron’s record-breaking 715th home run in 1974.

    In Houston, where he spent more than half of his years in the major leagues, he will be remembered as delivering the soundtrack for many of the team’s greatest moments, including a half-dozen playoff series and its first and only World Series appearance in 2005.

    And it was in Houston that he finally was able to achieve the longevity, and the enduring connection to a city and its fans, that had escaped him in other stops along the way.

    “He loved the city and was passionate about the ballclub. You saw that over the years,” Mark Hamilton said. “He wanted to be involved, and the ballclub was so good to him up to the end by letting him remain involved.”

    Curt Smith, author of the book Voices of the Game, said Hamilton’s small-town roots and traditional ways were a perfect fit for Houston and the Southwest.

    “In coming to Texas, he found a home and a region that liked him to an extraordinary degree,” Smith said. “He hearkened back to an era where for many people there was only one sport, and that sport was baseball. He called other sports and called them well, but to Milo, there was really only one game, and that was baseball.”

    Smith in one of his books on broadcasting history ranked Hamilton at No. 27 among the great voices of the game, “and you can make the case he deserved to be higher,” he said, “He had every took that a broadcaster needed – a wonderful, soothing, wearable voice. And he felt he owed the listener the best that was within him.

    “I hope it gave him a sense of satisfaction that there were millions of people who loved him,” Smith added.

    That was a very nice thing for Smith to say. It was certainly nicer than the quote about Hamilton in Voices of the Game from baseball sabermetrician Bill James, who in 1985 called Hamilton “a model of professionalism, fluency and comportment; he is, in short, as interesting as the Weather Channel, to which I would frequently turn when he was calling games. … He broadcast games in a tone that would be more appropriate for a man reviewing a loan application. He projects no sense at all that he is enjoying the game or that we ought to be, and I frankly find it difficult to believe that the writers who ripped the Cubs for firing Hamilton actually watch the broadcasts.”

    That was when Hamilton was announcing the Cubs the second time. The Chronicle’s obituary lists Hamilton’s zigzag career and the vagaries of sports broadcasting at the highest levels:

    He grew up listening to music and sports on the radio and hosted his first broadcast for Armed Forces Radio on the island of Guam at age 18 as a Navy Seebee during World War II.

    He worked on radio stations in Iowa during his college days at the University of Iowa, graduating in 1950, and worked for a station in Davenport, Iowa, before he got his first major league job in 1953 in St. Louis.

    Hamilton would spend the rest of his career in and around baseball, but circumstances and personalities, as he described in his autobiography, Making Airwaves, frequently conspired against his hopes of a long-term job such as the ones enjoyed by mentors like Bob Elson of the White Sox and contemporaries Vin Scully with the Dodgers and Ernie Harwell with the Tigers.

    His job with the Browns in 1953 ended with the team’s move from St. Louis to Baltimore as the Baltimore Orioles, and his lone season with the Cardinals was undone by his enduringly fractious association with lead announcer Harry Caray and Caray’s desire to work with a former player, future Frick Award winner Joe Garagiola.

    “Enduringly fractious” is right. (Of course, Caray eventually didn’t get along with Garagiola either, but given Garagiola’s reported ambition to a possible fault, there may have been blame on both sides. Caray also worked with Jack Buck, who was fired in 1959 to make room for another announcer, but rehired in 1961 after said other announcer left.)

    Hamilton’s first stint with the Cubs in the 1950s ended when the team opted to bring former player and manager Lou Boudreau into the booth. A productive association alongside Elson with the White Sox, whose radio network stretched into Texas and across the South, led to an offer to join the Braves with their move to Atlanta in 1966.

    The Atlanta job included the Aaron career home chase to which Hamilton’s voice is forever linked, but it ended in the midst of budget cuts as the ballclub was preparing to be sold in the mid-1970s.

    Who replaced Hamilton in Atlanta? Skip Caray, Harry’s son.

    Hamilton moved to Pittsburgh, where he called games for the only World Series champions of his career, the 1979 Pirates, but also had to battle the specter of Bob Prince, the veteran announcer who was let go in 1975 and who worked briefly in Houston before returning to Pittsburgh in the 1980s.

    Another career setback came after his return to Chicago in 1980, where he was hired by WGN as the heir apparent to veteran announcer Jack Brickhouse on Cubs broadcasts. The team’s new owner hired his one-time nemesis Caray away from the White Sox, and Hamilton’s health also took a turn for the worse when he was diagnosed in 1982 with leukemia.

    His contract in Chicago was not renewed after the 1984 season, and he came to Houston in 1985 to fill the job vacated when Dewayne Staats went from Houston to the Cubs. He split duties between television and radio duties, generally working in the booth opposite Gene Elston, the original voice of Major League Baseball in Houston, and became the team’s lead announcer when Elston was let go after the 1986 season.

    Hamilton (who also announced Bulls games for WGN-TV) was to take over as the Cubs’ principal announcer with the retirement of Jack Brickhouse; by the second half of the 1981 season Hamilton was finishing games (which the lead announcer usually does). Harry Caray had replaced Hamilton’s mentor, Bob Elson, with the White Sox, and in the early ’80s WGN-TV carried Cubs and White Sox games. Before the 1982 season, the White Sox, under new ownership, planned to move their games to the Sportsvision pay-TV channel. Caray figured out he’d be seen in far fewer houses and bars, one thing led to another, and Caray moved to Wrigley Field, working (tensely) with Hamilton on WGN-TV. After one season, WGN moved Hamilton to radio for the first three and last three innings, with Caray working the first three and last three on TV, then they’d flip for the middle three innings.

    Hamilton’s principal sin was not being as colorful as the aforementioned Prince and Harry Caray. In broadcasting you are told over and over again to be yourself, which is sound advice (pun not intended) until your own self isn’t adequate, at least for the situation. Like CBS and ABC announcer Chris Schenkel (also a Midwesterner; Schenkel was from Indiana and Hamilton from Iowa) and for that matter Elson (a Chicago native), Hamilton wasn’t controversial. He didn’t say things that were quotable in the early days of sports media coverage. I’m not sure I agree with James’ assessment of Hamilton as being dull; he was more vanilla, someone who did things correctly but not someone you’d watch to see what crazy thing he would do or funny thing he would say next.

    To be candid without speaking ill of the dead, Hamilton didn’t exactly handle these hard-to-handle situations well. Buck was not happy to be fired, but he did the jobs he was given to do, so he didn’t burn bridges like, say, Keith Olbermann. It’s also ironic that Hamilton became the Astros’ top announcer after the Astros fired their original announcer, Gene Elston. (Although if you heard Elston’s call of the Astros’ division-clinching no-hitter, you wouldn’t be surprised. It made Hamilton sound like a screamer in comparison.)

    Hamilton wrote his autobiography, Making Airwaves, in which, the Chronicle reported in 2006 …

    … Astros Hall of Fame broadcaster Milo Hamilton writes about his childhood in Iowa, recalls his battle with leukemia, and remembers highlights from his 60 years behind the microphone.

    Hamilton also doesn’t mince words when discussing a pair of ex-colleagues: former Astros manager and current broadcaster Larry Dierker and former Chicago Cubs broadcaster Harry Caray.

    In Making Airwaves: 60 Years at Milo’s Microphone, a 252-page book co-authored by Dan Schlossberg and Bob Ibach, Hamilton opens up about, among other things, Dierker’s managing and a strained relationship with Caray. …

    “I’m sure a lot of people will be surprised to know what was going on, and that’s why I wrote about it,” Hamilton said Wednesday. “It’s my book and my story, and it was time for me to say some things about some people that have been a part of my life and that I’ve had some bumps and bruises.”

    In the book, Hamilton, 79, takes a shot at Dierker, with whom he shared a booth for several years before Dierker led the Astros to four division titles in five years as manager. Dierker had criticized Hamilton in his 2003 autobiography This Ain’t Brain Surgery.

    “I didn’t think he would be a great manager,” Hamilton writes. “His teams did well in spite of him. He did let the guys play, as they say, but ultimately a manager’s got to make a difference in some games, and Dierker rarely did. He didn’t possess the sort of savvy or strategy that led to winning, especially in the postseason. That’s when a manager’s moves become magnified.

    “His coaches openly questioned or raised eyebrows about some of the moves he made. He left his starting pitchers in longer than most managers because as a pitcher he was used to pitching deep into games. But the game has changed since he was a pitcher. With a bullpen of seventh-, eighth- and ninth-inning pitchers, why flirt with disaster?

    “This is not to say that Dierker wasn’t a good manager — he simply wasn’t a great one.”

    Dierker, who got an e-mail from Hamilton letting him know he would be mentioned in the book, didn’t take offense to what was written.

    “I don’t think that’s bad at all,” said Dierker, who in his book made allusions to Hamilton’s ego. “It’s actually pretty truthful. Whether or not it’s good or bad, most managers tend to overmanage, and he think it’s better if you overmanage.

    “A lot of guys make every little move, whether bunting or stealing, to make something happen. Generally, I tried to save my bullets. That was my style, and I still believe it.

    “It’s a matter of opinion. I had good players. I’m not going to say I’m the reason we won four of five years, but I really didn’t think I messed anything up.”

    Hamilton and Caray worked together in St. Louis in the 1950s and again years later with the Chicago Cubs before Hamilton left for Houston in 1985 because of what the Cubs called “personality differences.” Caray died in 1998.

    “Being around Caray, day after day, was a real challenge,” Hamilton writes. “Harry’s handling of people was poor, to say the least. It didn’t matter if he was dealing with the starting pitcher, traveling secretary, the public relations person or an usher. He treated everyone the same way. In short, he was a miserable human being.”

    Ibach, a former Baltimore Sun sportswriter and Cubs public relations director, recalled Wednesday a handful of examples when Caray put Hamilton through what he calls “a living hell.”

    “When I first came to the Cubs at the end of the ’81 season, (former Cubs lead announcer) Jack Brickhouse handed the baton to Milo, and it was announced on air,” Ibach said. “All of a sudden, Milo got an invitation to a press conference. He shows up, and Tribune’s introducing Harry Caray as lead broadcaster. Milo was shocked. To his credit, he composed himself in the back of the room that day.

    “Harry said, ‘What are you doing? I thought you’d leave town by now.’ “

    Certainly we should try to be good coworkers, and multiple sources indicate Caray was probably not, at least in his younger days. (Though a lot of his on-air shtick was just that, according to his longtime partner Steve Stone.) However, sports announcers aren’t judged on how well they work with others; they are judged on what they sound like to the listeners and viewers. (That includes such areas as drawing fans to games and selling sponsors’ products and services, which Caray mastered.)

    The Chicago Tribune wrote upon Harry Caray’s death in 1998:

    Milo Hamilton has no problem picking a favorite among the Cubs telecasts he worked with Harry Caray. It was the final one–and that was reason enough for it to be his favorite.

    “On the last day of the 1982 season–we hadn’t even packed up our briefcases yet–we looked at each other and said, `Well, we made it through the year, and nobody thought we would,’ ” Hamilton said over the telephone from Houston. “The next two years I did radio, and it was wonderful working with (Lou) Boudreau.”

    More than 15 years after Caray first plopped down in Jack Brickhouse’s seat in the Wrigley Field broadcast booth, the chair Hamilton believed he had staked a claim on, Hamilton finds it impossible to mask his resentment.

    During a conversation Wednesday, a few hours before Caray’s death, Hamilton searched both his soul and his vocabulary to find a tasteful way of saying farewell. It is to his credit that he declined to throw off an easy round of hollow platitudes, choosing instead to discuss the Mayor of Rush Street in an honest and painfully introspective fashion.

    There was something he wanted to say about Caray and their well-known feud. He admitted he had been searching for the words since learning of Caray’s collapse at a Palm Springs, Calif., night spot.

    “Caray was his own man,” Hamilton said after careful consideration. “When people are that strong, so much their own man, they leave some bodies behind them along the way.”

    Case in point: Josh Lewin.

    It was Lewin’s failure to connect with Caray–or Caray’s refusal to bestow upon him his approval — that is perceived as leading to Lewin’s departure, which opened a spot for Chip Caray. But Lewin, who is joining Detroit’s broadcast team, has swallowed his pride. It’s called staying above the fray.

    Hamilton could not do the same when Caray’s jump from the White Sox to the Cubs in 1982 meant he would remain in his role as second banana. Hamilton was a veteran, not some kid.

    “This is an ego business,” former Caray sidekick Dewayne Staats said. “Milo wanted the Cubs’ (lead) job, and when Harry came it was a great affront to his ego.”

    One day Lewin should be able to tell heartfelt stories about sharing Caray’s final season. But because he could not put aside the hurt, Hamilton never quite has been able to escape his old adversary.

    He has had a grand career, certainly. He became the voice of the Houston Astros shortly after leaving Chicago in 1985 and joined Caray in the broadcaster’s wing at Cooperstown a few years ago. That success should speak for itself, but Hamilton won’t let it.

    “It’s not a military secret (Caray) got me fired at (W)GN,” Hamilton said. “But obviously he was absolutely right because I haven’t done anything right since then. I’ve only made the Hall of Fame, and a few other items.” …

    “I’ve been quoted and misquoted over the last 40 years by the best,” Hamilton said. “My best way of putting this is that Harry was a great influence on baseball. He succeeded in St. Louis and Chicago with two teams. He became an ambassador to the game . . . self-appointed as it might have been.”

    After the 1982 season, Caray and Hamilton almost never spoke to each other. They reacted to each other like magnets, instinctively moving apart in social situations. Their relentless cold war left their mutual friends uncomfortable whenever both were around.

    There is an undeniable sadness about Hamilton when he talks about his relationship with Caray. He says he pulled for Caray to return to the booth after he suffered his stroke in 1987. He was doing the same thing Wednesday, even when the reports sounded so ominous. But he forever will know Carry died without the two resolving their differences.

    “I wish I could have had a better working relationship with him over the years,” Hamilton said. “It didn’t turn out that way, but that doesn’t lessen my concern for him and his family. . . . I wish it would have been different.”

     

     

    Which prompted the Tribune’s Bob Verdi to write:

    For fans of both men, and I include myself among them, it is an uncomfortable read, but perhaps an inevitable occurrence.

    Anyone covering the Cubs during the early 1980s knew of the strained relationship between Caray and Hamilton, who worked on different wavelengths in a booth that could be described as chilly. On their best days, they coexisted.

    Why Hamilton has chosen now, eight years after Caray’s death, to torch Harry as a “miserable human being” is Milo’s business, maybe brisk business. Hamilton’s venting figures to sell more copies than will chapters about his life and times with the Houston Astros.

    However, in defense of Caray, who can’t defend himself, I must relate that Harry had the first crack at elaborating on this awkward situation, but he refused. He categorically refused, early and often.

    In 1989, I ghosted Caray’s almost tell-all, “Holy Cow!”, and to borrow from one of his favorite phrases, duty compels me to report that I urged Harry to bare his soul. He was an icon throughout America, particularly in Chicago, and the juicier stories he told, the better chance those babies would fly off the shelves. Yes, working with Harry was a labor of love, but my motives weren’t entirely altruistic.

    Harry, a serial spender, wanted to make a few bucks, too, but not at the expense of making waves. There were several evenings in spring training when I brought a tape recorder to dinner, even after fearfully accepting a ride from my comprehensively colorblind driver–“Bob, is that light red or green?” he would inquire while I recited the Lord’s Prayer. But one subject was non-negotiable.

    “Harry,” I would say, “what about Milo?”

    “Not in my book,” he would say. “Waiter!! Menus!!”

    Often, with my machine off, Harry let it hang out on everything–his childhood as an orphan, his loneliness at Christmas and Milo. I would scribble notes on a cocktail napkin. But come morning, either the phone would ring or I would see him at the ballpark. You know, he would say, what we talked about late last night, that’s not for publication.

    Caray and Hamilton did not get where they got without having egos. Obviously, their deep freeze began during the mid-’50s, when they were starting out in St. Louis. And Hamilton was not the lone ranger in that anti-Harry lobby. See: Joe Garagiola.

    But a “miserable human being”? When Harry passed away, Thom Brennaman, a terrific young broadcaster, and Ron Santo, were joined at the funeral home by Josh Lewin, who didn’t get much air time on Channel 9 beside Harry but respected the legend anyway. A class act, and a fitting tribute. Space does not permit a litany of Caray’s gestures, with checkbook in hand or by interrupting meals to accommodate his fans.

    Hamilton also could be fun to be around, especially when he launched into his imitation of former White Sox sidekick Bob Elson. But, much as it hurt, Hamilton cannot honestly dispute Caray’s arrival at least coincided with an attendance spike at Wrigley Field, where he starred for a reason. He possessed more passion than some players.

    When Caray died, Hamilton’s tart remarks roiled Harry’s son, Skip, voice of the Braves. Talk about chilly, and one can only imagine how Houston-Atlanta games this season will play along press row. I wish this animosity would go away. I also wish I had saved those cocktail napkins.

    Roiled, you ask? The New York Daily News reported in 1998:

    Skip Caray, mourning the passing of his father, Harry Caray, yesterday ripped into Houston Astros voice Milo Hamilton for comments he made following the Hall of Fame broadcaster’s death. Hamilton, who worked with Skip Caray in the Braves broadcast booth and also teamed with Harry Caray in the Cubs booth for one season (1982), said Caray, who died Wednesday, had a Howard Cosell-like ego. “Harry felt he was bigger than the game. I don’t think there’s any doubt about it,” Hamilton said. “He told me one time, ‘The only reason they come out to the ballpark is to hear me sing in the seventh inning.

    “So I said, ‘I’ll tell you what we’re going to do. Thursday is an open date. Let’s announce that you’re going to sing at 3 o’clock and see how many people buy a ticket.”

    Skip Caray said he wasn’t surprised by Hamilton’s comment, saying it was “typical” of the Astros announcer, who he called “gutless.

    “What kind of a man says that about a colleague two days after his death? A very sick man,” Caray said. “Milo Hamilton is a laughingstock among people in this business because of his ego. “This disgusts me. He wouldn’t have the guts to say it if my father was alive,” Caray continued. “Milo Hamilton is a sanctimonious little man and I can’t, in good conscience, let this pass without answering. This says more about the kind of person Milo Hamilton is than the kind of person Harry Caray was.”

    Hamilton obviously was able to find the place he belonged, with the Astros; he got to announce the 1986 playoffs and 2005 World Series, and Astros fans are mourning the death of the man they considered the Astros’ voice.

     

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  • Presty the DJ for Sept. 18

    September 18, 2015
    Music

    We begin with the National Anthem because of today’s last item:

    The number one song today in 1961 may have never been recorded had not Buddy Holly died in a plane crash in 1959; this singer replaced Holly in a concert in Moorhead, Minn.:

    Britain’s number one album today in 1971 was The Who’s “Who’s Next”:
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  • The Journal Sentinel vis-à-vis Vos

    September 17, 2015
    media, Wisconsin politics

    The Milwaukee Journal Sentinel is not a fan of Assembly Speaker Robin Vos (R–Rochester) because of something we journalists hold dear:

    Assembly Speaker Robin Vos (R-Rochester) has shown that he will make every effort to gut the state’s open records law, no matter what the citizens of Wisconsin think, which raises the question of whether he is fit to represent the public’s interests in the state Legislature.

    His utter disdain for transparency in conducting the public’s business should encourage civic-minded citizens in southern Racine County who believe in open, honest government to seriously consider replacing him. We hope Vos will face strong challengers in next year’s elections, starting with the Republican primary in August.

    The first sneak attempt in early July by Vos and other GOP leaders to severely limit access to public records drew a wave of protest from an outraged public, and rightfully so. Not only was the intent of the measure shameful, so was the process. Although the records trail now reveals a lawyer in the Legislative Reference Bureau began researching special legislative privileges a full year ago, no one outside of a tight group of party leaders had a hint of what they were planning to do to the open records law until they inserted an item into the state budget, at the last minute, on the night before a holiday weekend with no public airing or discussion.

    That was no mistake: It was a calculated tactic by Vos and friends to head off any such discussion and race the changes into the budget bill at a time when, they thought, no one would be paying attention. Thanks to watchful newspapers and conscientious citizens, it didn’t work.

    But Vos didn’t learn from what Gov. Scott Walker has since admitted was “a huge mistake.”

    Almost immediately, Vos started working on another backdoor approach to shut out the public. As the Journal Sentinel reported last week, public records obtained by the Center on Media and Democracy “showed that an aide to Vos requested a new legislative draft on July 23, seeking a bill to give the Legislature and individual lawmakers a different status on open records from other government bodies and officials in Wisconsin.”

    In response to the report, Vos immediately issued a news release claiming he would not advance the changes his office drafted.“It does not change anything as to where our current position is,” Vos said. “We’re not changing the open records law.”

    Not now, anyway.

    In the release, Vos carefully said he no longer intended to change the law “this session.” So after things cool down a bit, and citizens are distracted by other issues, such as next year’s elections, he’ll try again.

    Vos’ first proposal, beat back by an angry public on Independence Day, would have granted lawmakers broad new privileges to hide legislative documents, even when sued, and to ban their staffs from discussing issues even after leaving their jobs. No other state provides such an expansive legal privilege. The new rules allowing massive secrecy would have applied to the governor, the Legislature, town, village, city and county boards; to state and local agencies and department heads; to anyone in government worried there just might be something in the files that could embarrass a public official or raise an objection from concerned citizens.

    Under the latest Vos proposal, lawmakers could make their own emails, memos and other documents subject to legislative rules, rather than the open records law. They could write and rewrite their own rules about what records would be publicly available, at any time, with no input from citizens or even the governor. What a deal for lawmakers in power with something to hide.

    Vos’ goal, the release said, “was to protect the private and sensitive information of constituents who share their information with legislative offices without realizing it is a public record and could be revealed to the world.”

    In other words, he wanted to hide records from you in order to protect you.

    Nonsense.

    This brazen, cynical move had nothing to do with protecting constituents and everything to do with protecting ambitious career politicians — and the lobbyists, donors and special interests they make deals with behind the scenes.

    Vos is very good at protecting himself and his position of power. Legislative districts that leaned Republican were redrawn to become staunchly Republican under the partisan redistricting after the 2010 census.

    Hiding who is lurking behind the curtains of the Great and Powerful Vos was a horrible idea when it was beaten back in July. It’s a frightening idea now — that an elected leader, the speaker of the statehouse, believes he can turn a deaf ear to public outcry and find another way to bury his secrets.

    It’s time, once again, for citizens across Wisconsin to let their public officials know they won’t stand for anything less than transparent, honest government.

    James Wigderson replies:

    The Milwaukee Journal Sentinel has declared war on Assembly Speaker Robin Vos. The newspaper reported that Vos asked the Legislative Reference Bureau to look again at drafting legislation to gut the open records law. They followed it with an editorial that called for Republicans to dump Vos as Speaker and for Racine County to elect a new state representative. …

    They even ran a paragraph explaining how someone can run for state assembly, which is pretty amazing considering nomination papers can’t be circulated until next June. Start planning now and the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel will give you all the support you need.

    The “Great and Powerful Vos,” as the newspaper childishly describes him, is also guilty of legislative redistricting after the 2010 election. I know, the horror, the horror. But don’t try to find the editorials demanding former Assembly Speaker Mike Sheridan’s defeat in the 2010 election because he didn’t support redistricting changes, or even because he changed his position on a bill regarding the pay day loan industry while he was dating their lobbyist. Like the Zombies sang in 1965, she’s not there. Maybe it’s because Sheridan was a Democrat.

    No, the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel’s wrath is reserved for Republicans like Vos. It’s amazing they don’t demand his recall while they’re at it. Or even a John Doe investigation, as long as they’re making allusions to Oz and pulling back curtains.

    Maybe I shouldn’t give them ideas. Or maybe I should just refer their editorial to Milwaukee District Attorney John Chisholm and the Government Accountability Board.

    After all, Journal Sentinel Incorporated of Journal Media Group is going well beyond any conservative groups’ issue advertising. The corporation is using its resources to expressly advocate for the defeat of an elected official. They are actually expressly advocating that someone, anyone defeat Vos in the next election.

    I’m betting the corporate in-kind contribution to the Democratic Party is unreported. And since express advocacy election spending by corporations is still illegal in Wisconsin, Editor George Stanley and Editorial Editor David Haynes are in really big trouble.

    I’m looking forward to the dawn raids on the editors’ homes. With any luck some anonymous tipster will let conservatives know when the raids are taking place. We’ll bring coffee and doughnuts. For ourselves, since I doubt we’ll be able to sneak past the battering ram.

    But before the newspaper goes on a holy crusade to rid the legislature of Vos, perhaps they should remember that it was conservative organizations like the MacIver Institute and conservative alternative media that pushed Republicans to back down from the proposed open records changes over the Independence Day weekend. They were somehow spared a mention in the newspaper’s editorial.

    As a fan of Wigderson’s, I think his opinion is not entirely persuasive. As a fan of open government and an opponent of the stupidest moment in the history of the state Republican Party, I think the Journal Sentinel’s editorial misses the mark too; it is more a personal attack on Vos (for instance, the irrelevant slam about redistricting) than an argument for open government.

    I suspect Wigderson would be just fine with the Journal Sentinel opining for the removal of, say, U.S. Rep. Gwen Moore (D–Milwaukee) or Sen. Lena Taylor (D–Milwaukee) from office. Newspapers have editorialized for and against candidates for centuries. (For instance, U.S. Sen. Joseph McCarthy.) If you can’t stand the heat, politicians, leave office. (Although Vos is unlikely to leave office before he wants despite the Journal Sentinel’s editorial wishes because Vos’ district is extremely Republican.) You would never find a district attorney of any party willing to try to prosecute Journal Media Group for exercising its First Amendment rights, and Wigderson knows that.

    Wigderson also knows, and Vos and anyone who supported his hairbrained idea should know by now, that if you want to get anyone in the media angry at you, including people who support you on other issues, make an attempt to gut or evade the Wisconsin Open Meetings Law or Open Records Law or the federal Freedom of Information Act. (Notice the media being less fawning about Hillary Clinton these days?)

    The biggest thing the Journal Sentinel ignored is that open government benefits everyone, including Republicans and conservatives. How, for instance, do we know who signed petitions for the recall of Gov. Scott Walker and legislative Republicans among government employees (including attorneys in the Milwaukee County DA’s office) and the media? (Including, to what should be Gannett’s embarrassment, reporters for The Post~Crescent in Appleton and Wausau Daily Herald who now cover Walker.) Because petitions for office and referendum are open records. The editorial also ignores the genesis of this stupid idea, emails from state employees to Sen. Jon Erpenbach (D–Middleton) that Erpenbach tried and failed to be able to hide, and that Vos’ idiotic idea is supported by legislative Democrats and Republicans.

    As I’ve said here before, but the Journal Sentinel didn’t: The First Amendment, and the state Open Meetings and Open Records laws benefit everyone. Not just the news media.

     

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  • Goldberg vs. Trump, part 2

    September 17, 2015
    US politics

    Jonah Goldberg is not a fan of presidential candidate “The” Donald Trump.

    Goldberg has non-fans of his non-fandom of Trump too:

    The biggest criticism — in terms of quantity, not quality — is that I am a RINO squish faker fraud no-goodnik lib sucking at the teat of the establishment blah blah and blah. These usually take the form of angry tweets and e-mails. So I’ll fold my response to this silliness into my responses to the longer-form stuff.

    One of the most popular rejoinders comes from the Conservative Treehouse, a site I’ve liked in the past. But if it weren’t for the fact that Rush Limbaugh enthusiastically plugged it on air, I’m not sure it would merit much of a response.

    A 2,000-word “Open Letter to Jonah Goldberg,” written by someone named “Sundance,” it devotes barely a sentence to responding to anything I actually wrote. Nor does the author really defend Donald Trump — or his supporters — from my criticisms. Instead it is a long and somewhat splenetic indictment of the “establishment.” Sundance writes: “The challenging aspect to your expressed opinion, and perhaps why there is a chasm between us, is you appear to stand in defense of a Washington DC conservatism that no longer exists.” He then proceeds to conflate the GOP’s record with “Washington conservatism” as if they are synonymous. …

    I won’t go through every item on the list, in part because a few of them are just ridiculous (opposition to the Patriot Act is now a conservative litmus test? Who knew?) and in part because all of them are red herrings.

    But the questions are a useful illustration of how Trump’s supporters see things. The argument very often seems to be: “You don’t like Trump? What about X?” Where X can be anything from Jeb Bush to John Boehner to the infield-fly rule.

    But as a rejoinder to me or to National Review it is about as on point as a stemwinder on how Trieste shouldn’t belong to the Italians.

    National Review — and yours truly — were on the “anti-GOP” side of a great many of the examples on Sundance’s list. National Review was instrumental in helping Ted Cruz and Marco Rubio win their primaries (just ask them). We were relentless critics of Arlen Specter. We opposed Bush on immigration, criticized the formation of the TSA, and we’ve heaped support on Mike Lee etc., etc. I was complaining about Bush’s spending and compassionate conservatism when many of Trump’s most prominent defenders would brook no criticism of W. And I was lamenting that the GOP had betrayed the base at least a decade ago. I defended the Tea Parties from the get go, dubbing them in part a “delayed Bush backlash,” and I’m fairly certain I’ve spoken to more tea-party groups than Trump has.

    I am to the right of Trump on nearly every issue I can think of. I came out in favor of a wall on the border in 2006. On specifics — wolfsbane to Donald Trump — I tend to agree with Mark Krikorian that you don’t need a literal wall everywhere, but I am 100 percent in favor of securing the border, and was saying so when Trump was posing with DREAMers and bad-mouthing Romney for being insensitive to Hispanics. I will admit, I think a Trumpian mass deportation of every illegal alien is unworkable and unwise, so if that’s your yardstick, I guess I’m the sell-out (though then again, I think Trump would cave on the promise very quickly). Also, I think his “we’ll take their oil” shtick is really stupid on the merits (but brilliant red meat). On abortion, I’ve become much more pro-life in recent years, but I may not be all the way there for some of my colleagues at NR. Still, unlike Trump, I wouldn’t appoint pro-choice extremists to the Supreme Court, so take that for what you will.

    But, I’m falling for the trap. None of this matters! Even if I were a RINO-squish-lickspittle of the D.C. establishment, even if every denunciation of the “Washington cartel” is exactly right and fair, that is not a defense of Donald Trump. If I say littering is bad and Donald Trump litters and then you note that I’ve littered too, that is not a defense of Donald Trump, nor is it a defense of littering. Tu quoque arguments are a logical fallacy, not a slam-dunk debating tactic.

    I don’t know how else to say this: The case against the GOP establishment is not the case for Trump, no matter how much it feels like it is in your head or your heart. …

    Regardless, all I can do here is speak for myself on perhaps the only topic I know more about than anybody in the world: My own motivations. The idea that my opposition to Donald Trump stems from my “bourgeois” class-interest is ridiculous.

    I know, I know, that’s exactly what you’d expect from a court conservative protecting his luxurious billet in Versailles. So if you can’t take my word for it, explain to me why I wrote my first anti-Trump column in 2011? He wasn’t winning then, was he? (My first negative mention of the man — according to LexisNexis — was in 2001). Was I so perspicacious that I saw his true potential before everybody else?

    It’s a serious question, because I keep hearing that we “establishment” conservatives don’t like Trump because A) he proved us wrong when we cluelessly dismissed him out of hand and B) because we understand deep in our bones what a threat to our livelihoods he poses. So which is it? Because A and B are in conflict.

    Not only that, speaking only for myself (but with ample confidence many other Trump critics agree with me) both A and B are wrong. If you think pissing off millions of self-described conservatives is part of my secret plan to make more money, I’m going to need to explain to you how my business works.

    Why can’t the real explanation of my motives be the ones I put down in writing? To wit: I don’t think Trump is a conservative. I don’t think he’s a very serious person. I don’t think he’s a man of particularly good character. I don’t think he can be trusted to do the things he promises. Etc. If all that hurts your feelings, I’m sorry. But there’s no need to make up imaginary motives. The reason I’m writing such things is that I believe them — and that’s my job. …

    A polite Trump supporter offered I think the best explanation of what’s really going on in this disagreement.

    Here’s the deal on Trump. There are those of us prepared to give him benefit of the doubt (e.g. me), and those who are not (you).

    That’s exactly right.

     

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  • Steve
    • About, or, Who is this man?
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    • Adventures in ruralu0026nbsp;inkBack in June 2009, I was driving somewhere through a rural area. And for some reason, I had a flashback to two experiences in my career about that time of year many years ago. In 1988, eight days after graduating from the University of Wisconsin, I started work at the Grant County Herald Independent in Lancaster as a — well, the — reporter. Four years after that, on my 27th birthday, I purchased, with a business partner, the Tri-County Press in Cuba City, my first business venture. Both were experiences about which Wisconsin author Michael Perry might write. I thought about all this after reading a novel, The Deadline, written by a former newspaper editor and publisher. (Now who would write a novel about a weekly newspaper?) As a former newspaper owner, I picked at some of it — why finance a newspaper purchase through the bank if the seller is willing to finance it? Because the mean bank lender is a plot point! — and it is much more interesting than reality, but it is very well written, with a nicely twisting plot, and quite entertaining, again more so than reality. There is something about that first job out of college that makes you remember it perhaps more…
    • Adventures in radioI’ve been in the full-time work world half my life. For that same amount of time I’ve been broadcasting sports as a side interest, something I had wanted to since I started listening to games on radio and watching on TV, and then actually attending games. If you ask someone who’s worked in radio for some time about the late ’70s TV series “WKRP in Cincinnati,” most of them will tell you that, if anything, the series understated how wacky working in radio can be. Perhaps the funniest episode in the history of TV is the “WKRP” episode, based on a true story, about the fictional radio station’s Thanksgiving promotion — throwing live turkeys out of a helicopter under the mistaken belief that, in the words of WKRP owner Arthur Carlson, “As God is my witness, I thought turkeys could fly.” [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ST01bZJPuE0] I’ve never been involved in anything like that. I have announced games from the roofs of press boxes (once on a nice day, and once in 50-mph winds), from a Mississippi River bluff (more on that later), and from the front row of the second balcony of the University of Wisconsin Fieldhouse (great view, but not a place to go if…
    • “Good morning/afternoon/evening, ________ fans …”
    • My biggest storyEarlier this week, while looking for something else, I came upon some of my own work. (I’m going to write a blog someday called “Things I Found While Looking for Something Else.” This is not that blog.) The Grant County Sheriff’s Department, in the county where I used to live, has a tribute page to the two officers in county history who died in the line of duty. One is William Loud, a deputy marshal in Cassville, shot to death by two bank robbers in 1912. The other is Tom Reuter, a Grant County deputy sheriff who was shot to death at the end of his 4 p.m.-to-midnight shift March 18, 1990. Gregory Coulthard, then a 19-year-old farmhand, was convicted of first-degree intentional homicide and is serving a life sentence, with his first eligibility for parole on March 18, 2015, just 3½ years from now. I’ve written a lot over the years. I think this, from my first two years in the full-time journalism world, will go down as the story I remember the most. For journalists, big stories contain a paradox, which was pointed out in CBS-TV’s interview of Andy Rooney on his last “60 Minutes” Sunday. Morley Safer said something along the line…
  • Food and drink
    • The Roesch/Prestegard familyu0026nbsp;cookbookFrom the family cookbook(s) All the families I’m associated with love to eat, so it’s a good thing we enjoy cooking. The first out-of-my-house food memory I have is of my grandmother’s cooking for Christmas or other family occasions. According to my mother, my grandmother had a baked beans recipe that she would make for my mother. Unfortunately, the recipe seems to have  disappeared. Also unfortunately, my early days as a picky, though voluminous, eater meant I missed a lot of those recipes made from such wholesome ingredients as lard and meat fat. I particularly remember a couple of meals that involve my family. The day of Super Bowl XXXI, my parents, my brother, my aunt and uncle and a group of their friends got together to share lots of food and cheer on the Packers to their first NFL title in 29 years. (After which Jannan and I drove to Lambeau Field in the snow,  but that’s another story.) Then, on Dec. 31, 1999, my parents, my brother, my aunt and uncle and Jannan and I (along with Michael in utero) had a one-course-per-hour meal to appropriately end years beginning with the number 1. Unfortunately I can’t remember what we…
    • SkålI was the editor of Marketplace Magazine for 10 years. If I had to point to one thing that demonstrates improved quality of life since I came to Northeast Wisconsin in 1994, it would be … … the growth of breweries and  wineries in Northeast Wisconsin. The former of those two facts makes sense, given our heritage as a brewing state. The latter is less self-evident, since no one thinks of Wisconsin as having a good grape-growing climate. Some snobs claim that apple or cherry wines aren’t really wines at all. But one of the great facets of free enterprise is the opportunity to make your own choice of what food and drink to drink. (At least for now, though some wish to restrict our food and drink choices.) Wisconsin’s historically predominant ethnic group (and our family’s) is German. Our German ancestors did unfortunately bring large government and high taxes with them, but they also brought beer. Europeans brought wine with them, since they came from countries with poor-quality drinking water. Within 50 years of a wave of mid-19th-century German immigration, brewing had become the fifth largest industry in the U.S., according to Maureen Ogle, author of Ambitious Brew: The Story of American Beer. Beer and wine have…
  • Wheels
    • America’s sports carMy birthday in June dawned without a Chevrolet Corvette in front of my house. (The Corvette at the top of the page was featured at the 2007 Greater Milwaukee Auto Show. The copilot is my oldest son, Michael.) Which isn’t surprising. I have three young children, and I have a house with a one-car garage. (Then again, this would be more practical, though a blatant pluck-your-eyes-out violation of the Corvette ethos. Of course, so was this.) The reality is that I’m likely to be able to own a Corvette only if I get a visit from the Corvette Fairy, whose office is next door to the Easter Bunny. (I hope this isn’t foreshadowing: When I interviewed Dave Richter of Valley Corvette for a car enthusiast story in the late great Marketplace Magazine, he said that the most popular Corvette in most fans’ minds was a Corvette built during their days in high school. This would be a problem for me in that I graduated from high school in 1983, when no Corvette was built.) The Corvette is one of those cars whose existence may be difficult to understand within General Motors Corp. The Corvette is what is known as a “halo car,” a car that drives people into showrooms, even if…
    • Barges on fouru0026nbsp;wheelsI originally wrote this in September 2008.  At the Fox Cities Business Expo Tuesday, a Smart car was displayed at the United Way Fox Cities booth. I reported that I once owned a car into which trunk, I believe, the Smart could be placed, with the trunk lid shut. This is said car — a 1975 Chevrolet Caprice coupe (ours was dark red), whose doors are, I believe, longer than the entire Smart. The Caprice, built down Interstate 90 from us Madisonians in Janesville (a neighbor of ours who worked at the plant probably helped put it together) was the flagship of Chevy’s full-size fleet (which included the stripper Bel Air and middle-of-the-road Impala), featuring popular-for-the-time vinyl roofs, better sound insulation, an upgraded cloth interior, rear fender skirts and fancy Caprice badges. The Caprice was 18 feet 1 inch long and weighed 4,300 pounds. For comparison: The midsize Chevrolet of the ear was the Malibu, which was the same approximate size as the Caprice after its 1977 downsizing. The compact Chevrolet of the era was the Nova, which was 200 inches long — four inches longer than a current Cadillac STS. Wikipedia’s entry on the Caprice has this amusing sentence: “As fuel economy became a bigger priority among Americans…
    • Behind the wheel
    • Collecting only dust or rust
    • Coooooooooooupe!
    • Corvettes on the screen
    • The garage of misfit cars
    • 100 years (and one day) of our Chevrolets
    • They built Excitement, sort of, once in a while
    • A wagon by any otheru0026nbsp;nameFirst written in 2008. You will see more don’t-call-them-station-wagons as you drive today. Readers around my age have probably had some experience with a vehicle increasingly rare on the road — the station wagon. If you were a Boy Scout or Girl Scout, or were a member of some kind of youth athletic team, or had a large dog, or had relatives approximately your age, or had friends who needed to be transported somewhere, or had parents who occasionally had to haul (either in the back or in a trailer) more than what could be fit inside a car trunk, you (or, actually, your parents) were the target demographic for the station wagon. “Station wagons came to be like covered wagons — so much family activity happened in those cars,” said Tim Cleary, president of the American Station Wagon Owners Association, in Country Living magazine. Wagons “were used for everything from daily runs to the grocery store to long summer driving trips, and while many men and women might have wanted a fancier or sportier car, a station wagon was something they knew they needed for the family.” The “station wagon” originally was a vehicle with a covered seating area to take people between train stations…
    • Wheels on theu0026nbsp;screenBetween my former and current blogs, I wrote a lot about automobiles and TV and movies. Think of this post as killing two birds (Thunderbirds? Firebirds? Skylarks?) with one stone. Most movies and TV series view cars the same way most people view cars — as A-to-B transportation. (That’s not counting the movies or series where the car is the plot, like the haunted “Christine” or “Knight Rider” or the “Back to the Future” movies.) The philosophy here, of course, is that cars are not merely A-to-B transportation. Which disqualifies most police shows from what you’re about to read, even though I’ve watched more police video than anything else, because police cars are plain Jane vehicles. The highlight in a sense is in the beginning: The car chase in my favorite movie, “Bullitt,” featuring Steve McQueen’s 1968 Ford Mustang against the bad guys’ 1968 Dodge Charger: [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GMc2RdFuOxIu0026amp;fmt=18] One year before that (but I didn’t see this until we got Telemundo on cable a couple of years ago) was a movie called “Operación 67,” featuring (I kid you not) a masked professional wrestler, his unmasked sidekick, and some sort of secret agent plot. (Since I don’t know Spanish and it’s not…
    • While riding in my Cadillac …
  • Entertainments
    • Brass rocksThose who read my former blog last year at this time, or have read this blog over the past months, know that I am a big fan of the rock group Chicago. (Back when they were a rock group and not a singer of sappy ballads, that is.) Since rock music began from elements of country music, jazz and the blues, brass rock would seem a natural subgenre of rock music. A lot of ’50s musical acts had saxophone players, and some played with full orchestras … [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9CPS-WuUKUE] … but it wasn’t until the more-or-less simultaneous appearances of Chicago and Blood Sweat u0026amp; Tears on the musical scene (both groups formed in 1967, both had their first charting singles in 1969, and they had the same producer) that the usual guitar/bass/keyboard/drum grouping was augmented by one or more trumpets, a sax player and a trombone player. While Chicago is my favorite group (but you knew that already), the first brass rock song I remember hearing was BSu0026amp;T’s “Spinning Wheel” — not in its original form, but on “Sesame Street,” accompanied by, yes, a giant spinning wheel. [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qi9sLkyhhlE] [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OxWSOuNsN20] [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U9U34uPjz-g] I remember liking Chicago’s “Just You ‘n Me” when it was released as a single, and…
    • Drive and Eat au0026nbsp;RockThe first UW home football game of each season also is the opener for the University of Wisconsin Marching Band, the world’s finest college marching band. (How the UW Band has not gotten the Sudler Trophy, which is to honor the country’s premier college marching bands, is beyond my comprehension.) I know this because I am an alumnus of the UW Band. I played five years (in the last rank of the band, Rank 25, motto: “Where Men Are Tall and Run-On Is Short”), marching in 39 football games at Camp Randall Stadium, the Hubert H. Humphrey Metrodome in Minneapolis, Michigan Stadium in Ann Arbor, Memorial Stadium at the University of Illinois (worst artificial turf I had ever seen), the University of Nevada–Las Vegas’ Sam Boyd Silver Bowl, the former Dyche Stadium at Northwestern University, five high school fields and, in my one bowl game, Legion Field in Birmingham, Ala., site of the 1984 Hall of Fame Bowl. The UW Band was, without question, the most memorable experience of my college days, and one of the most meaningful experiences of my lifetime. It was the most physical experience of my lifetime, to be sure. Fifteen minutes into my first Registration…
    • Keep on rockin’ in the freeu0026nbsp;worldOne of my first ambitions in communications was to be a radio disc jockey, and to possibly reach the level of the greats I used to listen to from WLS radio in Chicago, which used to be one of the great 50,000-watt AM rock stations of the country, back when they still existed. (Those who are aficionados of that time in music and radio history enjoyed a trip to that wayback machine when WLS a Memorial Day Big 89 Rewind, excerpts of which can be found on their Web site.) My vision was to be WLS’ afternoon DJ, playing the best in rock music between 2 and 6, which meant I wouldn’t have to get up before the crack of dawn to do the morning show, yet have my nights free to do whatever glamorous things big-city DJs did. Then I learned about the realities of radio — low pay, long hours, zero job security — and though I have dabbled in radio sports, I’ve pretty much cured myself of the idea of working in radio, even if, to quote WAPL’s Len Nelson, “You come to work every day just like everybody else does, but we’re playing rock ’n’ roll songs, we’re cuttin’ up.…
    • Monday on the flight line, not Saturday in the park
    • Music to drive by
    • The rock ofu0026nbsp;WisconsinWikipedia begins its item “Music of Wisconsin” thusly: Wisconsin was settled largely by European immigrants in the late 19th century. This immigration led to the popularization of galops, schottisches, waltzes, and, especially, polkas. [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yl7wCczgNUc] So when I first sought to write a blog piece about rock musicians from Wisconsin, that seemed like a forlorn venture. Turned out it wasn’t, because when I first wrote about rock musicians from Wisconsin, so many of them that I hadn’t mentioned came up in the first few days that I had to write a second blog entry fixing the omissions of the first. This list is about rock music, so it will not include, for instance, Milwaukee native and Ripon College graduate Al Jarreau, who in addition to having recorded a boatload of music for the jazz and adult contemporary/easy listening fan, also recorded the theme music for the ’80s TV series “Moonlighting.” Nor will it include Milwaukee native Eric Benet, who was for a while known more for his former wife, Halle Berry, than for his music, which includes four number one singles on the Ru0026amp;B charts, “Spend My Life with You” with Tamia, “Hurricane,” “Pretty Baby” and “You’re the Only One.” Nor will it include Wisconsin’s sizable contributions to big…
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    • Too much TV
    • The worst music of allu0026nbsp;timeThe rock group Jefferson Airplane titled its first greatest-hits compilation “The Worst of Jefferson Airplane.” Rolling Stone magazine was not being ironic when it polled its readers to decide the 10 worst songs of the 1990s. I’m not sure I agree with all of Rolling Stone’s list, but that shouldn’t be surprising; such lists are meant for debate, after all. To determine the “worst,” songs appropriate for the “Vinyl from Hell” segment that used to be on a Madison FM rock station, requires some criteria, which does not include mere overexposure (for instance, “Macarena,” the video of which I find amusing since it looks like two bankers are singing it). Before we go on: Blog posts like this one require multimedia, so if you find a song you hate on this blog, I apologize. These are also songs that I almost never listen to because my sound system has a zero-tolerance policy — if I’m listening to the radio or a CD and I hear a song I don’t like, it’s, to quote Bad Company, gone gone gone. My blonde wife won’t be happy to read that one of her favorite ’90s songs, 4 Non Blondes’ “What’s Up,” starts the list. (However,…
    • “You have the right to remain silent …”
  • Madison
    • Blasts from the Madison media past
    • Blasts from my Madison past
    • Blasts from our Madison past
    • What’s the matter with Madison?
    • Wisconsin – Madison = ?
  • Sports
    • Athletic aesthetics, or “cardinal” vs. “Big Red”
    • Choose your own announcer
    • La Follette state 1982 (u0022It was 30 years ago todayu0022)
    • The North Dakota–Wisconsin Hockey Fight of 1982
    • Packers vs. Brewers
  • Hall of Fame
    • The case(s) against teacher unions
    • The Class of 1983
    • A hairy subject, or face the face
    • It’s worse than you think
    • It’s worse than you think, 2010–11 edition
    • My favorite interview subject of all time
    • Oh look! Rural people!
    • Prestegard for president!
    • Unions vs. the facts, or Hiding in plain sight
    • When rhetoric goes too far
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