I can tell from the stats that about the same number of people are still checking in with this blog, but comments are way down. Remember the days when we used to get comments in the double digits? Yeah, I don’t blame you if you don’t. It was a long time ago. I want to change that around, though. How can I do it? I need your help. I tried to reach out with the poll, but that didn’t get me very far. It also didn’t technically work all that well for me. Anyway, what should we talk about? TV? The Walking Dead? I’m pretty much hooked. Homeland? I’m completely hooked. Top Chef? I wasn’t feeling the first episodes so I deleted one without watching it. Yeah, I said that. Movies? I loved Argo. Loved it. I liked Skyfall; I thought it was pretty fun. Books? I’m reading The Scientist in the Crib and it’s truly fascinating. Babies? I have one who’s pretty great, but I wish she wouldn’t be so loud sometimes. Kristin’s sister just had twins – a boy and a girl. Yikes, but adorable. Pajamas? Baby pajamas have no business having snaps on them. Why would anyone do this? Are zippers that much more expensive? They’re certainly not measurably less cute, but they are immeasurably easier to deal with. Pajamas go on the baby, or come off the baby, at the time of day/night when that baby is at its worst. Bear gets crankasaurus before bed and if we don’t get those pajamas on early enough, it can be a long battle. Similarly, if Bear wakes up at 3 am or 5 am starving to death, she’s most likely soaked and needs to be changed. This means those pajamas with snaps have to be unsnapped and snapped back up again. For God’s sake. Put a zipper on it. Ok, sorry for that aside, but Terry sent me a cute Huff Po article about the 20 things some new mom wished she’d known about the first year of babyhood. And she mentioned the hierarchy: zippers then snaps then buttons. She’s right, but it’s even more serious, in my opinion, when we’re talking pajamas. Which I was. Now then, what do you want to talk about? And I mean it this time: tell me!
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I urge you to watch this. I think it’s just fascinating.
Happy election day, all!
In honor of the election, I would like to note how much Bear has changed in just eight short months. I know it happens to all of the baby bears, but holy cow is it crazy to see.
It’s been lonely around this blog lately. I miss you guys.
I just came upon this news, which made me feel old and sad. I remember where I was when I learned he died: in my basement dorm room in Liz Waters Hall. Oh, River. I was never a fan of your extreme veganism,* but I loved you nonetheless.
*I remember an acquaintance making fun of the dreamy actor, declaring, “Don’t eat meat! Do drugs!”
The Milwaukee Journal-Sentinel and I have been at odds for some time. While I was pleased and grateful for their help during the Hyatt Smokergate debacle, the way they have handled the issues surrounding Governor Walker’s assault on the State’s public workforce has been irresponsible. If the editorial board wanted to support Walker’s radical positions, that’s obviously their right. But more often than not, the board acted as though nothing all that significant had happened. Thousands of us lost long-standing rights for which others had fought so hard for. We were devastated and the Journal-Sentinel’s repeated assertions that Walker’s kneecapping was no big deal was insulting. And then when the paper reendorsed him in the recall, arguing a recall wasn’t appropriate because the protests just amounted to a “policy dispute,” I just about lost my mind. Goddamnit, a recall is appropriate any time at least 25% of the voters in the last gubernatorial election say it is. See Wis. Const. Art. XIII § 12.
Anyway, given all of that, I didn’t think I could get much more annoyed with the paper. Once again, though, I was wrong. This week, the paper declared it would no longer make political endorsements because to do so would be to put their independence at risk. I don’t even know where to begin my tirade against this braindead statement. Well, let me start here: I do not give a whatwhat whether this ridiculous paper endorses anyone. It makes no difference to me at all. But, to say that a paper puts its independence at risk by evaluating two candidates, assessing their record and choosing to recommend one over the other is offensive. As AO consistently complains, there is no need or desire or – I may argue – place for independence in journalism. Yes, journalists probably should not work for campaigns because there would be an appearance that their reporting was not accurate and was instead merely campaign rhetoric. But I don’t expect any journalist not to have an opinion on what stories are important, what merits coverage and which candidate is better. I don’t understand this emphasis on independence. I think, in the words of the great Vice President Joe Biden, it’s a bunch of malarky.
It reminds me of the great debate over the judiciary. Should judges be able to be a part of a political party? No, say some, citing the need for an independent judiciary. Yes, say others, it’s their first amendment right. Yes, say I, because it would be more honest and transparent. Judges are people who are, like the rest of us non-felonious over-18-ers, allowed to vote. So they pick and choose candidates during every election season, like the rest of us. Why pretend they don’t have opinions? I’d rather know of them up front than mandate they hide them. I honestly don’t really care how they vote, I just want my judges honest, brilliant and compassionate.
Similarly, I don’t really care how the journalists I follow vote. I just want them honest and sharp and persistent. I want them to find me the truth. As I remind you, Dear Reader, that Errol Morris often reminds us, there is a truth. It is not leftist or right-wing, it is not progressive or conservative. It just is. And it’s the job of the journalist to find it and tell us about it.
And it’s the job of an editorial board to take that truth and make a choice. I think the Journal-Sentinel’s choice not to do so in the name of independence is both disingenuous and cowardly.










