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Sunday, October 31, 2010

Ants and a magnifying glass

I wasn't intending to go to Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert's Rally to Restore Sanity and/or Fear. I thought of it as a media event for people who fancied themselves educated and cultured and/or Daily Show/Colbert Report fans and/or that this was a way for people to be activists in the easiest, coolest, most entertaining way.

Three of us waited around in the morning near the Mall for our fourth person. That was when I saw most of the signs. Signs such as "Less Hannity, more Sanity," "I'm slightly irritated by the extreme outrage," "Vote Sanity," "There was only one Hitler," a heart around a donkey and an elephant, etc. Nothing unexpected. I was struck by how many expectations and lack of expectations that people had. People wanted it to be a liberal rallying ground. Others wanted a live taping of the Daily Show and the Colbert Report rolled into one and entertainment. No one really knew how it would turn out, and did anyone care. They were there. I guess that I came because out of curiosity, the free tickets, and the chance to see Stewart and Colbert perform.

I found the rally to be part rock concert, part extended Daily Show for the most part. The first hour and some of the skits were entertaining. We were standing next to the press box and there was this platform that kept roaring to life so that the camera people could ride up, photograph the extent of the crowd, and then roaring back down to the ground. I couldn't hear the lyrics of the Roots or John Legend, just the bass. Stewart and Colbert were funny and on-point, but in a reassuring, predictable way. We fear fear, so give ourselves a pat on the back when we overcome our fear. Archana described the Stewart-Colbert debate as the Muppets. Well-timed comedy and lines wrapped neatly in an earnest message. I laughed hardest at the comedians' song, if not Jon Stewart's singing voice. However, I loved Jon Stewart's earnest appeal at the end.
The country’s 24 hour political pundit perpetual panic conflictinator did not cause our problems but its existence makes solving them that much harder. The press can hold its magnifying up to our problems bringing them into focus, illuminating issues heretofore unseen or they can use that magnifying glass to light ants on fire and then perhaps host a week of shows on the sudden, unexpected dangerous flaming ant epidemic.

If we amplify everything we hear nothing.

I've been thinking a lot as to whether this rally was political or not. The word "politics" derives from the Greek word, politikos, is a "process by which people make collective decisions." (Thanks, Wikipedia!). The rally wasn't partisan, but it sure as hell was political. Political in the sense that Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert can draw a crowd, that people care that the country is not full of extremists, that large numbers of people make a point. However, I'm not sure how it will change the conversation if Stewart's point is true-- that the cross-talk is happening in Washington and on TV over the average person's head.

Rallying against media hyperbole is not a new point but is occurring in a different arena. I remember that Jon Stewart voiced frustration on CNN's "Crossfire" for the hosts and guests talking at cross-purposes and destroying discourse. I don't think he has changed his message since then because I think at the end of the day, the focus of his rally came across as a rally against the extremes of the media as much as it was about politics.

Which is perhaps why the ensuing media coverage of this event focused on everything but the most sobering point. Crowds, comedy bits, etc draw crowds and headlines, but to truly talk about sanity requires the participants to exhibit it. It's why CSPAN is unexciting but why MSNBC and Fox have personality.

Ironically, the story will probably be gone by Tuesday. The point will not.

Sunday, May 31, 2009

On books

On re-reading:

The real secret of re-reading is simply this: It is impossible. The characters remain the same, and the words never change, but the reader always does. Pip is always there to be revisited, but you, the reader, are a little like the convict who surprises him in the graveyard — always a stranger.
The books that I could re-read and do re-read are often different. The books that I've re-read at least 20 times range from The Westing Game to Pride and Prejudice to The Great Gatsby to Harry Potter. If I could name three books to re-read, it would probably be The Life of a Cell, John Adams, and Atonement.

Wednesday, February 04, 2009

Working towards peace

Honored to have met George Mitchell through the scholarship program.  The other Mitchell Scholars - well, they are the ones who have traveled extensively and know multiple langugages.  In short, they are incredible people.  

Tuesday, February 03, 2009

Lego NY

I can only imagine what Baltimore would look like. Maybe a black and white Natty Boh sign or a red crab.

New York in Legos

Sunday, February 01, 2009

Superbowl Steakhouse

I am an oyster-shucking machine.

I dubbed tonight's Sunday dinner theme as "Superbowl Steakhouse." We started off with Atlantic oysters from the Asia supermarket. Neither one of us had ever shucked an oyster. Enter YouTube and Google. The Food Network and YouTube seem to have done more than almost anything else to teach Americans the how-to's of atypical fare. I loved the pop of the oyster shell breaking its seal. These oysters were slightly sweet with little brine flavor in its liqueor. I just hope I don't meet the Vibrio sp. tonight.

Then, we had 10 minutes of waving towels at the smoke alarm before our high iron meal: steak, broccoli, and rice.

Stimulating the economy, one home-cooked meal at a time.

Friday, January 30, 2009

Let's build on what we have

American society can evolve in its provision of health care.  Requiring everyone carries health insurance is one such step.  Gawande elaborates in The New Yorker.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Purple Tickets

I do not know if it makes me feel better to know that I was not the only person to not see the Inauguration from the Mall because the Purple ticket checkpoint was poorly planned.  Ridiculously devastated when I think about the experience.

No information.  No signs.  We even had Homeland Security Vans and police cars honking at people to move so they could drive through the crowd.  Of course the people had nowhere to move.  At one point in time, people were brushing past me so closely that I thought that they would tear off my coat buttons.  

People tried to remain polite, but as the time inched closer to 10:30am and the start of the ceremony, the crowd's emotions shifted to one of celebration to one of desperation and worry.  Time was of essence.  Moving six inches in thirty minutes was not going to get enough people onto the Mall.  Nobody knew why the gates opened at 9am (the general public portion of the Mall opened at 4am).  Nobody knew where to go or what to do to get inside the Mall.  

Finally J and I left the chaos.  We got seats at a bar to watch the events unfold on TV.  It was not what I had imagined for this celebratory event.  Luckily we did not stand hopelessly outside the gates as the inauguration started, without speakers or a jumbotron in sight.  We watched Barack Obama take the oath of office live - just not as live as planned.


"a moment that will define a generation"


There is one picture taken on Inauguration that describes how I felt. Exhausted. I'm incredibly happy that I went to inauguration. It truly was a once in a lifetime experience to be on the Mall at 5am and meet people from across the nation. I met a family from Newark, some guys from Chicago, heard voices of people from California. I felt almost like a local, coming from Baltimore. We literally had Caucasians, African-Americans, Indians, and Asians, old people and little kids united in their excitement and frozen feet.

I've really never seen so many flags in my life, being waved (courtesy of the inauguration volunteers). After September 11, I felt that there was this pseudo-flag-waving with people placing flag bumper stickers on their gas-guzzling SUVs. Somehow, this blend of commercialism and patriotism felt detached and unreal. Inauguration Day was the biggest display of patriotism that I've seen.

Which lasted until all 2 million of us wanted to leave the Mall at the same time through one exit. By the time that A and I reached the Lincoln Memorial, we were starving. [My honeycrisp apple and chewy granola bars were frozen.] The hot dog stand was never so welcome nor did a skinny hot dog with a cold bun ever taste so good.