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.

February 04, 2008

Guilty Pleasure on a Snowy Day

Will I lose all credibility here, especially on the eve of the year's most exciting day yet (Super Tuesday), which I plan to pontificate on, if I tell you that I had a great great time watching 27 Dresses at a multiplex yesterday? It was perfect. Katherine Heigl has good comic timing—that's all there is to it. And the rom com had all the necessary components: a hot boss, a bitchy sister, a cute Manhattan apartment that is way bigger than what a real 20-something secretary living in New York would ever be able to afford, and a super-cute cynical journalist whose only fault is accidentally lying to the subject of his big-break article, providing the audience with the obligatory moment (not more than that) of concern that his lapse of ethical judgement might stand in the way of our perfect ending. I think you might be able to guess how that worked itself out. And so we smiled and said "ahhhh..." and walked out to have our parking ticket validated.

December 26, 2007

Quiet Act of Rebellion

44a44dde0009d037c8400cb8e1_3I sometimes rent and pick up an I-Go Car from a parking space a few blocks away from me in Lincoln Square. I love the car share system and have been using it fairly regularly since I moved back. Drivers are kind to each other and generally leave the car clean and gassed up for the next person. Lincoln Square is the land of expensive baby strollers, the Old Town School of Folk Music, and ultra-pleasantness. Which is why two days ago I got great joy from changing the pre-set #1 on the car radio from WBEZ, the NPR-affiliate, to B96, home of Top 40, deliciously obnoxious morning shows and white deejays who talk like they're black. Who knows, if it catches on, maybe the Old Town School will be inviting Chris Brown for a concert on the mainstage one of these days.

November 08, 2007

Natatoria, Ovens, and Mini-Scones

Buchanannat450It was a little less than two years ago when I launched this blog. I was living in Chicago for a few months and found my environs at the time to be conducive to regular writing. I got back to New York and, despite all of the creative inspiration that the Big Apple has to offer, I fell off the blogging train. Just couldn't find the room in my brain and my life to sit down and write.

Here I am, in Chicago once again. In fact, I'm sitting in the same cafe where one day I bought five delicious chocolate chip mini scones and a chai tea. Then I went back to the friend's apartment where I was staying and started to blog. I love this cafe. So today when I came here, I knew it was time to re-start the blog.

Let me start with a list. Even though the last time I did reader's choice I never responded to the reader's choices, I promise I will this time. Which would you like to hear about?

--An investigation into the factors influencing body temperature. Also known as: why am I so cold here even though it's not winter yet and there are much colder days ahead?

--The latest tales from Dr. Lisa's Herbal Corporation and Gift Shop in Chinatown

--Interesting items and the lack thereof in my daily subscription to the Chicago Sun-Times, which I agreed to in a telemarketing call because it was only $1.25/week

--Musings on footwear, fashion, and femininity in the Midwest

--Natatoria in the City of Big Shoulders: operators, trainers, and swimmers

--Gas ovens: a word to the wise, also known as: how I developed this wee fringe on my forehead

So, dear readers, I hope to see more of you, in the form of your clicks and comments.