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Major brownie points to the membership staff at Oregon Public Broadcasting this morning.  Following my mother's move a few months ago, I'm in the process of notifying all manner of people and organizations that various mailings should be redirected or discontinued...and it took a mere seven (7) minutes for OPB to turn around an emailed request with a reply from an actual human being that the relevant action had been taken.

Sometimes, customer service really is just that good.
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It's official -- I have all the relevant reservations made for my 30-oddth college reunion next month.  (It's "-oddth" because the college has combined my class with the next two in line, so we have a three-year swath of classmates showing up.)

While I've kept up with news of the college over the years, and been to a number of alumni events locally (last weekend's Shakespeare trip was also an alumni tour), I believe this will be only my second trip back to campus since I graduated.  That is much too long, and I am very much looking forward to seeing both the school and the returning classmates.
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I've seen a good deal of reaction over the last couple of days to Amazon's announcement of its "Kindle Worlds" program in which it aims to solicit and publish licensed (!) fanfiction set in a handful of franchise universes.  Both the fanfic world and certain corners of the professional writing community are rising up in mutual astonishment, mostly to point out the holes in Amazon's logic.

At the same time, both the fans and the pros seem cautiously convinced that the program is actually going to work -- that is, that people are actually going to make money on the deal.

I'm not.  I think the odds are against anyone -- writer, licensor, Amazon -- turning a significant profit on the venture.  Let me explain.... )

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I've turned off my television this noon.

What happened in Connecticut this morning -- and what happened here in the Portland area earlier this week -- is tragic, and senseless, and devastating.  But it is not news that I need to see Right Now -- and the lesson I take from these events is not the one you might think.

The thing is, I think the fastest way to reduce the number and severity of these mass-shooting events is not to rewrite gun laws or reallocate mental health care resources.  It's much simpler than that.

We have to stop paying attention to them.

To the extent that there's a common thread running through these events, it seems to be that their instigators were looking for attention.  And in almost every such instance -- the media has given them that attention in industrial-size quantities.  Which sends a message to those viewers who are potential instigators: if you do something like this, you will get all the attention you could ever want.  (It generally doesn't matter that you may not be alive to revel in said attention, at least not to this specific subset of the population.)

If you're a veteran of Internet or pre-Internet online communities, you're doubtless familiar with an earlier formulation of this premise: "Do Not Feed the Energy Creature".  The fastest way to defuse a flamewar or rout a troll/bully is simply not to respond.  The same applies in the present context -- if we simply stop giving these events more attention than they deserve, we supply less motive to the next generation of real-world "energy creatures".

The major media outlets need to learn and assimilate this lesson -- and to stop perpetuating the life-cycle of such events as the Aurora shootings, those in Clackamas Town Center, and those today in Connecticut.  Saturation coverage, especially when it consists of reporters saying "information is still developing" every five minutes for hours on end, is expensive.  If we as viewers stop watching it, we can help teach that lesson; if we tell our media outlets why we've stopped, it may teach that lesson more quickly.

Let me be clear: I don't mean to suggest that there should be no news coverage of such events, especially in communities where they may occur.  But the style of coverage needs to be thoughtful and careful and investigative, and the level and focus of coverage should be appropriate to the needs of those directly affected by the specific event being covered.



 

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There are, at one of the big regional shopping malls in the greater Portland area, two "quick casual" franchises located next to one another. As it turns out, I stopped into both of them earlier this evening and came away with such sharply contrasting experiences that I can't resist sharing. So:

First operation: mildly busy, as I might expect earlyish on a Friday evening. I enter, peruse the menu, and approach the counter to order.

The girl at the counter pulls a pen and a receipt pad (yes, an office/retail receipt pad, not a restaurant-style order pad), and explains that their computers are down, so they're taking down all the orders by hand. That's fine, I say. Then the girl supplies the kicker, sounding regretful but sincere: "and there'll be a wait of maybe half an hour, will that be all right?"

I blink, and am sufficiently boggled that my question comes out wrong. "The computer slows you down that much?"

"No," the girl explains, still sincere and apologetic, "the computer's *down*, so we don't have any way to communicate with the kitchen. When it's working, what we punch into the register goes straight back to the kitchen."

I blink again, because this operation has a semi-open kitchen -- I can see cooks in the work area behind the order counter, a mere few steps from the cash register, cooking people's dinners. And while the restaurant is far from empty, it's nowhere near full, and there's not a long line at the counter.

I consider possible responses. Should I rant angrily? No; escalating the situation isn't likely to solve the problem. Should I try to explain how cavemen short-order waiters and line cooks do this sort of thing all the time without computers, much faster than half an hour per order? No; from the conversation so far, I can tell that there isn't a clue-bat big enough to get that point across. Also, I'm hungry....

So I excuse myself politely, and go next door to the other franchise. Where I peruse the menu, order at the counter, and receive a vibro-pager; "this will go off when your order's ready; you can pick it up at the next counter down". As I finish paying for the meal, the vibro-pager goes off.

"Whoa," I say, collecting my beverage cup and strolling down to the pickup counter -- where the server is dishing up my soup as she explains that they're out of the bread they normally use for my sandwich, and tells me what she does have available. I pick an alternate, and they promise to bring the sandwich out to my table, since the vibro-pager has already done its thing. "We'll find you", the girl says. And they do, almost before I've finished arranging my soup and drink. The contrast is remarkable; at the second restaurant, everyone's communicating using *both* technology and traditional methods, and the service even when they're addressing a problem is admirably efficient.

I'm not naming either chain here; franchises can vary widely in their levels of cluefulness within a given chain, so it wouldn't be fair to either to generalize upward from my experiences. I'm just fascinated at the juxtaposition of critical clue-failure and plain common sense in the present instance.
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There should be a new Tale of Darkest Suburbia in the near future (not even animal-related this time!).

Meanwhile, however, an amusing episode this afternoon, at least to me. We attended the final performance of a (very small) local theatre company's production of Amadeus this afternoon -- fairly solid, if not spectacular, with a decidedly nice turn from the actor playing Salieri. I, however, had a minor cognitive-dissonance issue with the show that my parents definitely did not share: the actor playing Mozart bore a noticeable resemblance to Neil Patrick Harris -- and specifically, to NPH in his "Dr. Horrible" incarnation.  Unfortunately, it being the end of the run -- and the theatre company's season -- there doesn't appear to be a good photo online I can show you.  Just trust me on this.

Now in fact, the actor playing Mozart also did credibly in the role, though the portrayal was a little broader than I might have liked (and the costume confused the issue further, being just the right sort of oddly balanced colorfulness to put one in mind of Colin Bake's Sixth Doctor).  So I really can't fault the actor in the circumstances, but I have to wonder what the director and costumer were thinking....
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As I may have mentioned once or twice before, I am in fact a resident of Darkest Suburbia (for metaphorical values of "darkest").  While I'm technically inside the Portland city limits by a few hundred yards, my neighborhood is interspersed with some moderately dense forest and steep hillside.  Forest Park proper is over some of the hills and on the other side of a freeway, but you definitely don't have to go over the hills and far away to find woodlands -- and, correspondingly, woodland creatures.  Indeed, some months ago I spotted a raccoon in my back yard.  And when said raccoon noticed that I was watching it, said raccoon cheerfully clambered up onto my back porch and came over to look at me through the glass window in my back door.  This is a little friendlier than I like my woodland creatures, notwithstanding a childhood in which I happily read about a raccoon named Ranger Rick in one of the magazines my parents ordered for me.  After making a brief investigation of my back porch, the real live raccoon went on about its business and did not return.

Or so I thought.... )

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I've been mostly sitting on the sidelines as health insurance and health care have taken over the mediascape and the blogosphere.  For me, much of the "debate" has been an exercise in frustration -- there's a lot of railing against the Evil Insurance Companies, the Evil Government Bureaucrats, and the Evil Drug Manufacturers, and even many of the more thoughtful commentators have not, to my mind, really managed to come to grips with what I consider the real underlying problems.

I also note for the record that much of my own context on the discussion arises from observation of my father's professional career.  He spent virtually his entire working life in the nonprofit health insurance field, beginning in the 1950s as a claims clerk for a smaller Blue Shield plan.  By the time he retired in the 1990s, the company had become a great deal larger, and his final big project as a senior executive and general counsel was coordinating its evolution into a group of affiliated Blue Cross & Blue Shield plans covering most of four western states.  As you might expect, I am therefore easily irritated by those who rail indiscriminately against Evil Insurance Companies; by the standards of many such commentators, I am obviously the Spawn of Evil and thus irredeemably tainted.

However, as [livejournal.com profile] e_moon60 points out in an excellent recent post, the foregoing is not itself a point of civil discourse; it's an emotional response.  And as it happens, a different post from [livejournal.com profile] kateelliott crystallizes for me what one of the key issues actually is.

It's this: people can tell you without too much difficulty what they've spent on health insurance and/or medical care in a given year, and frame that figure as a dollar amount (call it $xxx for simplicity's sake, recognizing that there are often more digits than that in the real figure).  But in order to accurately frame the the economic context, we need a second number.  We need to know $yyy, where $yyy is the value of the resources received for that expenditure.

This leads to two distinct levels of complication. )
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In the department of "study in contrasts":

Earlier this month, all the major broadcast networks spent hours of live air time covering Michael Jackson's memorial service.  This morning, there's not one over-the-air station providing live coverage of Walter Cronkite's services (at least not here in Portland, Oregon).

*sigh*

Walter deserves better than that.

ETA: All right, now I'm confused. Regular midday coverage says that the Cronkite service -- unlike Jackson's -- was private (though they appeared to have footage from outside). But I'd have sworn that the crawl I saw earlier this morning indicated that CBS, at least, was providing live coverage of the service via Webcast.
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For those following developments regarding Sen. Obama and the remarks made by now-retired pastor Benjamin Wright:

It so happens that I grew up in a United Church of Christ church household (and attended several different UCC churches before eventually falling out of active church membership).  And it seems to me that little if any of the news coverage I've heard on the matter has acknowledged a key characteristic of the UCC that provide important context for the response (or lack thereof) to the Rev. Wright's statements.

Specifically: the UCC is a denomination in which there's a very high degree of congregational autonomy -- pastors are hired and employed by each individual local church, and to the extent that there's a central denominational hierarchy, its function is almost entirely administrative rather than theological.  An illustrative analogy: the Catholic church operates as a unified corporate hierarchy, in which local churches function essentially as branch offices or wholly owned subsidiaries, with everyone ultimately answerable to Corporate HQ in Vatican City.  By contrast, the UCC is essentially a coalition of hundreds of local, independently owned businesses -- while they all operate under the same brand name, and have set up regional and national networks to pool resources and manage the brand, each congregation is fully self-governing.

As a result, when a UCC pastor says or does something controversial, the only people in a position to easily discipline or fire him are the members of his own congregation, which is run in much the same way as any other mid-sized nonprofit organization.  Yes, this means precisely what you think it does: the committee structure and internal politics of a typical UCC church aren't all that different from, say, SFWA's....

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Local news outlets, as usual, missed the real news story this week as they waxed amused at Stephen Colbert, who claimed during a recent show that Powell's Books owed him $8 for selling his new book at a 30% discount.  In a similar amused vein, they uniformly quoted a Powell's spokesperson who said that they'd sent Colbert the $8.  (They didn't, he said, plan to send any more than that for additional sales.)

The real story?  Colbert out-and-out lied on national television -- and if he cashes that $8 check, one might argue that he successfully committed extortion.

Now for most pro authors, the next paragraph is basic publishing knowledge, but it's important in context, so bear with me.

The truth is that Colbert, like any other author with a book contract, gets royalties from his publisher for each retail sale of his book, amounting (going by general industry standard) to 10%-15% of cover price for trade hardcovers.  On a $26.99 hardback, that's about $2.70 to $4.05, which the publisher will either credit against his advance (if the book hasn't earned out yet) or pay out in his first royalty check (if the book has earned out).  Moreover, what consumers don't always realize is that most of the time, bookstore discounts don't affect the author's royalty; the author gets his or her percentage on the cover price, whether the book is discounted or not.  [There are exceptions, and some publishers now try to key royalties to net price, but generally speaking, percentage of cover price is still the standard.]

Now I'm reasonably confident that Stephen Colbert knows how publishing works, so he should know very well that his publishers will, in fact, pay him the $2.70-$4.05 royalty they owe him on that copy of his book he caught Powell's selling for $18.89 -- just as they will pay him that same figure for a copy sold for $26.99 up the street at 23rd Avenue Books, and for a copy sold for $16.19 on Amazon.  He didn't lose a penny on that Powell's sale, and Powell's did not and does not owe him $8 (strictly, $8.10) for selling the book at a discount.

But he said they did, and that makes him a liar.

Now having said that, I should add that I'm actually less offended by Colbert's riff than I am by the local media coverage and by the fact that Powell's caved so easily.  Colbert is, after all, a comedian, and you can make a case that what I'm calling a lie is justifiable comic exaggeration.  (I'd disagree with such a case, but I can understand it.)

OTOH, I think it's ethically wrong and journalistically irresponsible for the local media to support and perpetuate the lie.  Consumers are already confused enough about how authors get paid; this was a chance for media outlets to educate folks on How Publishing Works, and to point out that Colbert was engaging in a Foghorn Leghorn moment (i.e. "That's a joke, son!").  Instead, they covered the joke as if it were a true statement, and thereby did their readers and viewers a disservice.  And Powell's, I'd think, would have gotten even better PR value by pointing out that Colbert is probably making more on each sale than they are, and thus Powell's is arguably even more patriotic and civic-minded than Colbert himself.

But I suppose that expecting that much brain out of the mainstream media is an exercise in wishful thinking....

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Noted on the advertising poster for the upcoming Nancy Drew movie, opening next week at theaters everywhere:

Based on the characters created by Carolyn Keene

Riiiight....

....unless maybe this book really is the true story.  (Heh,  I like that theory.)
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I got a call a month or so back from a political pollster, wanting to know my views on a charter amendment coming up for a vote next month, which would if approved change Portland's form of government rather drastically.  I answered all the questions to the best of my ability, but told the caller that I hadn't yet made up my mind, as I was waiting to get my Voters' Pamphlet so I could read the measure and study it in detail.

The Voters' Pamphlet arrived today -- but it's not going to be as much of a help as I'd hoped.

Why not, you ask?  Because the text of that proposed charter amendment isn't in it.  Nor are the texts of any of the other three proposed charter amendments Portland voters are supposed to be voting on in the upcoming election.

It must be a misprint or a defective copy, right?  Apparently not.  All the pages are properly numbered.  Everything else is there -- ballot title, short summary, arguments in favor and in opposition -- but not the proposed amendments themselves.  And a Web check reveals that neither Web iteration of the Voters' Pamphlet (HTML or PDF) includes the amendment texts either.  Nor does any version of the Voters' Pamphlet include so much as a URL where one might find the amendment texts.

No . . . as far as I can tell, it appears that city and county officials are asking voters to decide four significant issues without letting us read the legislation we're supposed to be voting on.  And here Portland is supposed to be one of the most progressive cities in the US, too.

I have sent off a polite but astonished note via the county elections office's Web-feedback form.  I have also sent off a note to my favorite local TV news station.  We shall see what happens....

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Woke up this morning to a white world, with more snow falling.

Now, it does snow from time to time in Portland. But this particular snowstorm -- which hit, apparently, between 4:00 and 5:00 this morning -- took the entire metropolitan area by surprise; none of the weathercasters had predicted anything remotely as dramatic, and the morning radio team reported that they'd had dry, bare streets when they rolled into their studios at 3:30 AM or so.

This meant that the area's two largest school districts, Portland and Beaverton, were still running on "open, normal schedule" through much of the morning commute, and only at 7:30 and 8:30 AM, respectively, did they go on air and announce they'd be closing. (In both cases, many school buses were already on the road by the time things started to get dicey.) Perhaps not surprisingly, some parents called into the radio station sounding greatly aggrieved -- "How dare they put our children in danger!!!! We will besiege the School Board with our pitchforks and tar and feathers and blast the Superintendent!!!" [That paraphrase isn't nearly as far over the top as you probably think it is....]

While I sympathize with the frustrated parents, I can't really fault the school districts -- which had closed for a day a week or so ago during a weather non-event where forecasters had projected snow that didn't in fact show up. This time, the forecasters (as one of them admitted on the radio) were "gun-shy", had expected the relevant weather system to fall apart before it got here, and universally projected another non-event -- and the district decisionmakers, relying on those projections and the dry-at-four-in-the-morning streets, initially declared business as usual and sent out the first wave of buses.

Me? I suspect I'd best hit the Web and renew some books. Somehow, I don't think I'm going to get them back to the library today....
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Off to Sunny Southern California[tm] this morning for the annual Kid Brotherly Turkey Adventure. May well check in intermittently during the week, but "intermittently" is the key word.

Meanwhile, OryCon was thoroughly enjoyable as usual (and remarkably crisis-free as far as I could tell, beyond the accidental omission in the Pocket Program of the word "prohibited" from the hotel smoking policy....).
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I got a phone call today from a Republican phone bank, and in light of the current complaints from elsewhere in the blogosphere, it seems appropriate to report the following:

I got one, and only one, call.

The Caller ID correctly labeled the caller as "Oreg Republican", with a local number attached.

It was a live caller, not a recording.

The caller promptly and accurately identified himself (by name as well as affiliation), and while he noted that he was calling on behalf of the Republican candidate's campaign, he simply encouraged me to vote. (I've got the ballot filled out, and will drop it off tomorrow.)

He was polite, brief, and to the point, and he concluded the call promptly.

Now as it happens, I'm not voting for his party's candidate in that race. But I think it's encouraging that the local GOP was conducting such a courteous, responsible telephone effort. And I think they deserve credit for doing so.
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The city of Portland has chopped a chunk out of the center left turn lane on my street, and appears to be in the process of building a pedestrian island/crosswalk smack in front of my small apartment complex.

You would think this was utterly logical; the road is extremely busy, and the nearest safe pedestrian crossings are some distance away (over 1/4 mile east, around twice that to the west) .  And as a non-driver, I very much approve of making it safer to cross the road to get to the bus stop.  However....

The island is being sited with surgical precision at the worst possible spot for the residents of my apartment complex and the one next door.  It's going to be difficult to impossible for drivers coming into my parking lot from the west to turn in, and equally challenging for drivers coming out of the (much larger) complex next door to turn left across traffic.

Amusingly, there is a side street coming into the main road just west of my complex (almost straight across from the driveway of the complex next door).  You'd think that the logical thing to do would be to put a traffic light at that intersection -- which is, as it happens, about half way between the two nearest traffic lights.  This logic, however, seems to have eluded the Powers That Be.

Clearly it's too late to mount a protest, but I think I'll be making some more calls anyway.  (I phoned two different city offices yesterday afternoon trying to get someone to confirm what the construction project was; so far, no one's phoned back.)

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Placard spotted at the coffee counter at Rose's Restaurant & Bakery in Hillsboro, Oregon:


Unattended Children Will Be Given
An Espresso And A Free Puppy

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Several different online discussion groups I follow have recently glommed onto KaavyaGate, the scandal wherein Harvard sophomore Kaavya Viswanathan's first novel has been yanked by publisher Little, Brown in the wake of growing accusations that the novel borrows passages from a number of other books of varying degrees of similarity.

It's a juicy story, to be sure, but my own sense is that the plagiarism charges have distracted the media from the aspect of the case that should be of more interest to authors. Much of the coverage mentions the involvement of 17th Street Productions, a book packaging firm, with the gestation of Ms. Viswanathan's novel -- but a careful look at the apparent sequence of events suggests that "packaging" isn't an accurate description of the role 17th Street (now part of Alloy Entertainment) had in the book's creation.

What actually seems to have happened -- some of the details are a trifle vague -- is this: )

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