March 29, 2009

Chi-lympics 2016: let's discuss

Mary_Lou_Retton A few facts before beginning this discussion:

I am a big Olympics fan. I watched almost every Michael Phelps race. I still get chills when I think about Apolo Anton Ohno's short-track prowess. And when my bank asked for the name of my favorite athlete in a long list of security questions for online access, my answer was Mary Lou Retton.

I work in an industry (tv and film) that theoretically stands to benefit from the Olympics coming to Chicago. Friends and family members who work in architecture, retail, and real estate also stand to benefit.

I admit that I tend to default to a moderately anti-establishment and anti-Daley position when I am too lazy to research the facts. That means I'm probably pre-disposed to be opposed to government-subsidized mega-sporting-events and stadiums. I might like the Olympics, but I'm not really booster-club material (my great love and affection for Buddy Garrity notwithstanding).

So despite my love for the Olympics and the potential personal financial gain, and in part owing to the aforementioned bias, I read Tom Tresser's recent article on the Chi-lympics in the Huffington Post with great interest. I was leaning anti-Olympics, but needed more facts. 

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Moving beyond 140 characters

TwitterFailFacebook and, more recently, Twitter have been satisfying modes of self-expression for me for a little while. 140 characters is a very low-commitment writing exercise and the built-in audience (far bigger than I’ve ever enjoyed here) is sure appealing. But, it has it limits and I’m going to try to devote some time to blogging again. (A blog! seems almost archaic in these days of social-networking-gluttony.)

Possible topics to be written on here:

  • Olympics 2016 in Chicago: pretty sure this is a B-A-D idea.
  • Detox 2009 in mi casa: how and why certain items have gotten the boot from my diet...for now
  • Full Frame Doc Fest in Durham, NC: films I plan to see, do see, have seen and what i think and thought of them
  • The bike ride I plan to take while in Durham
  • Searching for the next icon of political hope in Illinois: is there salvation out there?
  • A post-mortem on Season 3 of the FNL gang: Riggins, Lyla, Coach, Saracen et al. Can I figure out how to express why this crew makes me so happy?


Chime in if you’d like to hear more about any of these in particular. See you around...

July 27, 2008

Eight hours on a summer Friday

818433387_a5d954a101 My three-year-old niece kicks before she falls asleep. She kicks her way into her relaxed sleepy state. And then she's gone. And happy. I've been kicking my way into a relaxed summer state. Resisting it in some way. Not finding anything familiar or recognizable about it. This Friday,I finally recognized it and fell...into it.


3:07 pm--A sweaty bike ride downtown was marked by:
Lincoln Avenue driving civility
a kind of wobbly bottom bracket
a glance at a bank thermometer: 85 degrees
a bike rack with my name on it the STATE OF ILLINOIS BUILDING*

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April 01, 2008

Falafel shop signage

Wilson and Magnolia, Uptown, Chicago
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Also in the excellent signage category, but with no photo to illustrate: A block club sign on the West Side that had a list of don'ts. "No drugs. No Loitering. No Littering." And then there were a few items that had sub-points to further explain.

No gang activity
--no cussing
--no threatening behavior

The design and grammar of the sign would have you believe that gang activity consists primarily of cussing and threatening behavior. I think Lester Freamon would disagree.

March 06, 2008

Reunion: feet and pavement

I never thought I'd be so happy as to just feel pavement directly under my feet. Ice has been keeping us apart—me and pavement. And after last week's big melt, the soles of my shoes and the cold concrete are enjoying a beautiful reunion. They get along quite well. I remembered this last week in Minnesota, where the snow removal team on the campus of Carleton College gets an A+++. Though Minnesota is a cold and snowy place, pedestrians there rarely have to deal with ice as an intermediary for very long. It makes for a totally different winter experience. That is, until one tries to walk down the hill on First Street, past Love House and Crack House.* Nothing has changed there in the last ten years, as the ice on the sidewalk makes for a treacherous ascent or descent. You're better off walking over to Second Street to get to Blue Mondays.

Getting out of the cab back in Chicago, both the cabbie and I nearly took a spill on some black ice on the sidewalk. But two days later the sun did us all a favor. I suppose this is the blessing of winter, to make us appreciate these little relationships that we take for granted in warmer weather. Now, each day my rubber hits the concrete, I will try to say, "Hello, my friend, nice to see you again."

*Update for ex-Northfielders: The St. Olaf German professor/slumlord that owns our beloved Love House and Crack House has apparently given up the battle of the names. After objecting in the mid-90s to the fact that the houses were commonly referred to by names that he thought to be evocative of a brothel and a drug den, he posted signs on the houses with new official names—those of a couple legendary German professors from St. Olaf. I was delighted to see that these have been replaced with prominent LOVE HOUSE and CRACK HOUSE signs. It's like the song from the Fantasticks: "Why did the kids pour jam on the cat?/Raspberry jam all over the cat?/Why should the kids do something like that,/When all that we said was no?"

February 06, 2008

Indy-media and election coverage

Now that I've brought up Election Day, I'll go ahead and point you to a little article I wrote about the experience of covering the 2004 election as part of the independent media. It's part of a week-long forum on the Free Press Action Network, "Media Coverage and the 2008 Elections." You can join the forum and post any thoughts you might have on this topic yourself.

Best post-Super Tuesday quote

From Andrea Bernstein on WNYC—New York Public Radio, in regards to the the big Latino vote for Hill in Cali:

"Hillary Clinton should really be saying muchas gracias today."

It's all in the (invisible) pen: tales from a Chicago precinct

Img_2312_2I have long been an advocate of optical-scan ballots. They've got a good track record and hold up well in both the transparency and mechanical function categories. However, yesterday was actually my first time voting on an optical scan ballot. The most notable part of the experience was the fancy, expensive-looking pen they gave me to vote with. I am kicking myself that I didn't get a picture, but found this close cousin online. 55941It's what I would call an "artist's pen," at least that's what Faber-Castell names the pen pictured here. I venture that on the open market they cost at least a $1.50 a piece. I presume that the Chicago Board of Elections gets a deal on them.

The ballot is filled in by connecting the gaps in a black bar to the right of the candidate of your choice. Img_2316Then you take your ballot to the counter, where you feed it in and make sure that it works. I almost walked off with my fancy pen, but realized on my way out the door and backtracked to return it. The election judges were most grateful for my honesty. I have to imagine they lost quite a few pens over the course of the day, either by accident or theft.

So I was starting to wonder how important it was to vote with this particular type of expensive pen, when I came across the following incredible tale of one voter's crazy adventures in election-pen land. This Chicago voter's fancy pen didn't work and she and others were told by the election judge that it was actually an INVISIBLE PEN and that the machine would be able to read it. The Tribune had this report:


Apparently, said city election board spokesman James Allen, the poll workers told incredulous voters—including one spouse of an election judge—that the stylus used for touch-screen voting was actually an inkless pen to fill out paper ballots.

"You spend months trying to prepare for every contingency," Allen said. "Trying to anticipate every possible way people might be confused . . . then this? Incredible."

Even the ballot scanning machine knew better, he said, rejecting all 20 ballots as blank.

"Each time, the judges overrode the scanner and recorded the vote," he said.

By 3 p.m., only five of the 20 voters had been contacted to return to recast their votes.


As Chicago blogger Brad Flora points out:

This incident demonstrates a more fundamental problem facing proponents of electronic voting, one that no engineer or computer science wiz can solve: poorly trained polling officials.

And as with many problems at the polls, the devil is in the details and one is never certain of the exact combination of incompetence and malintent at play in any given situation. Here, I cannot resist the shamless plug for Election Day, the documentary I produced about a dozen voters and pollworkers around the country on November 2, 2004. Our footage highlighted the human element in the voting process, which can do much good (passionate individuals whose committed actions make our democracy tick) and much harm (ala invisible pen, mischievous political machinery, overwhelmed bureaucracies, etc.).

At the end of the day, at least one voter at said precinct voted successfully with a ballpoint pen, begging the question of whether or not the fancy felt-tips were necessary and whether the money might have been better spent on an extra hour of pollworker training. I'll leave you with this picture of me, happy as a clam to be casting my vote, with my very fancy pen.Img_2314

February 05, 2008

Award for best Super Tuesday graphic (snicker, snicker)

WTTW/PBS really takes the cake. Each time they have the voice of an NPR reporter (and while we're on that topic, which producer thought that the voice of a radio reporter makes good TV?), they splash not one, but two, bumper stickers of different candidates across the screen. Folks, it's fresh, it's unique, and it's totally 1982. What more could you ask for in an electoral visual aide?Img_2320_3

Feeling nervous and eating paczki's

It's Super Fat Tuesday. I'm settling in for a long night of result-watching. Thank God I'm at a party where we are lucky enough to be eating paczki's (pronounced POONCH-kee)—the Polish doughnut you eat the night before Lent starts. And when I'm done with that, I'm going to move onto these delicious Election 08 map-snaps. I will try not to spill any jelly on my "Irish Americans for O'Bama" t-shirt.Paczki
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P.S. We're taking t-shirt orders.