SLANTblog 2008 Sampler

Sarah Palin remembered

In the publishing business, whether mainstream or blogstream, this is the season for filling space with looks back at the year about to end, through the publisher's prism. At their best, such navel-gazing exercises give us a best-of overview of the year, a time capsule that puts some recent history into an entertaining perspective.

No need to remind anybody of how much time can be wasted on reading such exercises that are just more copycat stories, fluffed up again.

Rather than call what follows the best of what appeared under the SLANTblog masthead, or a time-line for the year, let's just say it's SLANTblog's sampler of 2008 snapshots, with some random notions and images tossed in that ask for a second glance.

• Click here to read (Jan. 7): "Clinton's strut out of style."
• Click here to read (Feb. 17): "The Connecticut Watch."
• Click here to read (Feb. 29): "The Three Faces of Hillary."
• Click here to read (April 2): "Wilder won't run for mayor."
• Click here to read (May 16): "It's official: Wilder won't run."
• Click here to read (May 18): "Chasing Dignity."
• Click here to read (June 4): "Citizen Journalism: The professor's view."
• Click here to read (June 11): "Gilmore on dangers of the deep."
• Click here to read (July 1): "VCU prez under fire."
• Click here to read (July 5): "The blue jay."
• Click here to read (July 15): "Eliza's Question."
• Click here to read (July 23): "The Top Five 'Where was Doug?' locations."
• Click here to read (Sept. 10): "Apologies Upon Demand."
• Click here to read (Oct. 2): "Manipulative labels = Propaganda."
• Click here to read (Oct. 5): "McCain and Palin 75 years ago."
• Click here to read (Oct. 31): "Handy Mayoral Election Guide."
• Click here to read (Nov. 20): "Remembering Rozanne Epps."
• Click here to read (Nov. 26): "Freznell (1983)"
• Click here to read (Dec. 5): "Empires don't work anymore."
• Click here to read (Dec. 9): "Baseball in Richmond moving to the back burner."
• Click here to read (Dec 17): "The people's disinfectant: Sunlight."
• Click here to read (Dec. 19): "One for the road?"

-- Words and art by F.T. Rea

Atheist or Christian president?

Speaking of religion, politics and inauguration invocations, Rebus, the only official spokesdog for SLANTblog wonders:

In the long run, wouldn't it be safer for us to have an atheist president with his finger on the button -- nuclear oblivion! -- than a Christian president, who truly believes in a heavenly afterlife? An afterlife that is a better place? Uh-oh! Might an atheist president care more about the real life we are living now on Earth than a Christian president?

-- Art and words by F. T. Rea

VCU's Seipel to Savannah College of Art and Design

Joe Seipel, a former owner of the Texas-Wisconsin Border Cafe, who did as much as anyone to put VCU's sculpture department on the national map, is leaving Richmond for Savannah.

For over three decades Seipel’s contributions an artist and educator have had quite an impact on Richmond’s art scene and have done much to put VCU on the map. He had a hand in selecting Stanley Bleifeld as the artist for the well-received Virginia Civil Rights Memorial that was dedicated in Capitol Square, this past summer.

Click here to read "Seipel to leave VCU" at the Fan District Hub.

Sanders paced Rams past Pirates

Sophomore forward Larry Sanders had a breakout game in leading VCU to a win over Hampton at the Siegel Center. Sanders, heretofore seen by some as a shot-blocking specialist, scored 21 points and grabbed 19 rebounds in pacing the Rams to a 59-54 decision over the Pirates.

A near sell-out crowd of 7,405 at the Siegel Center on Saturday night watched VCU sophomore forward Larry Sanders blossom into an intimidating inside presence that was just to much for the visiting Hampton Pirates to handle.

Click here to read more about the game at the Fan District Hub.

Uncle Rick Warren

President-elect Barack Obama has chosen Rick Warren to give the invocation at the inauguration and some number of Obama’s bandwagon of supporters are way less than happy about it.

Chief among them are various spokespersons for gays and lesbians, who have being saying so, repeatedly, for the last week. The most vociferous of them apparently see Warren as a poster-boy enemy of their political agenda.

Yes, if you’ve paid attention to the political news, this holiday season, you know that Warren -- the celebrity pastor of Saddleback Church -- is on some lists of unacceptable preachers. Of course, “unacceptable” is in the eye of the beholder. Where have you gone Jeremiah Wright?

Along with all else it’s been, 2008 has been spotlight year for news-making celebrity preachers, who dabble in politics.

Even though Warren won’t be in Obama’s cabinet, or a member of his White House staff, or will likely have any effect on any policy whatsoever, pundits and propagandists have been drumming the Warren story like Obama had asked Richard Viguerie to be his Secretary of State, or Pat Robertson to be Attorney General.

Instead, what Obama has done is tantamount to asking a crazy uncle, who only shows up for Christmas dinner each year, to say grace over the banquet. This savvy move shines a light of worldly tolerance on all manner of Christian preachers, who have some out-of-date opinions -- from Reverend Warren to Reverend Wright.

So, to create a story they can run on a continuous loop, the eager-to-sell-advertising media are turning their cameras and microphones toward noisy single-issue types, who will hyperventilate on cue. Like, who knew that when Obama said he would reach across the aisle, to govern from the center, he really meant it?

For two more opinions on this angle, click here for Andrew Sullivan's "Freedom or Power," and here for "Why Obama Chose Rick Warren" by Jon Henke.

House of Freaks interview

The House of Freaks, a two-man band -- Johnny Hott on drums, the late Bryan Harvey on guitar and vocals -- appeared on Mondo City in 1990. Here's the second YouTube excerpt from that interview on the very local cable television show that I produced and hosted.

For a look at the first excerpt posted at YouTube, which actually came later in the program, click here. For more background on the deaths of the Harvey family click here.

Fast break dreaming

My connection to basketball now is almost entirely vicarious; I like to write about college basketball for money. And, if nobody pays me, I write about it, anyway.

These days, I don’t watch nearly as many games on television as I used to. But last Saturday, being in the crowd that saw the VCU Rams steal a game from their archrival, the Richmond Spiders, was a gas.

Although the game had been tough on my body, at 46 I was still a basketball junkie, who had to play twice a week. My girlfriend in those days used to say I was much easier to deal with after I’d had my dose of hoops.

Then I quit. One day, after playing for 10 years without medical insurance, and living off of freelance work, I got too scared of getting hurt. Couldn't afford to be on crutches, again.

At first, I missed playing basketball terribly. Every now and then, I still dream about running on a fast break. When I woke up this morning there was a trace of one of those dreams lingering -- the flow, the angles, the improvisational weave.

One for the road?

From photographer Artie Probst, here's a shot (click on image to enlarge it) taken at Shenanigans' Christmas Party that might have a familiar look to a generation of Richmond's barflies and rock 'n' roll aficionados.Yes, that's Chuck Wrenn, dean of Richmond bartenders standing behind that bottle of Bushmills. To make the party just so, Chuck was the guest celebrity bartender at Thursday night's seasonal throwdown.

Hey Chuck, let's toss one back for ol' No. 33, Slingin' Sammy Baugh!

Unvarnishing Virginia History

This week's announcement of what has been found at the Lumpkin's Slave Jail site in the parking lot of Main Street Station brought to mind a piece I wrote for STYLE Weekly, back when the late Rozanne Epps was the Back Page editor. Here's an excerpt of "Unvarnishing Virginia History."

In 1961, my seventh-grade history book, which was the official history of Virginia for use in public schools — as decreed by the General Assembly — had this to say about slavery at the end of its Chapter 29:

Life among the Negroes of Virginia in slavery times was generally happy. The Negroes went about in a cheerful manner making a living for themselves and for those whom they worked. They were not so unhappy as some Northerners thought they were, nor were they so happy as some Southerners claimed. The Negroes had their problems and their troubles. But they were not worried by the furious arguments going on between Northerners and Southerners over what should be done with them. In fact, they paid little attention to those arguments.

In 1961 I had no reason to question that paragraph's veracity. Baseball was my No. 1 concern in those days. Now those words read quite differently.

Click here to read the entire piece at STYLE Weekly.

Yes, I know there are Richmonders who would rather have left what remains of that slave jail/human corral covered up. But it is part of our history and what happened needs to be understood. The only way for our grandchildren to know how officially twisted my 7th grade history book was is to shine a light on the truth.

Eventually, I hope some sort of museum-like display and proper memorial will stand on the place where Lumpkin once did business in Shockoe Bottom.

The people's disinfectant: Sunlight

At the Fan District Hub, a community news website, I've posted an OpEd style essay on "sunlight" into the workings of government. It advises Mayor-elect Dwight Jones to see sunlight as part of the solution to Richmond's problems. The beginning of the piece is as follows:

Over the last year, what had been an ambient longing for cultural and political change coalesced. The voters willingly took a leap of faith. But what happened on election day, with its dramatic mandate for change, wasn’t the fickle result of a tidal wave. It came from what had been a long steady rain.

With high-profile executives under fire in many quarters, 2008 has proven to be a bad year for bad leaders. In both the private and public sectors incompetent leadership has been denounced bitterly.

Just as the nation is now eagerly watching President-elect Barack Obama for signs of hope that change will mean brighter days ahead, Richmonders have their eyes on Mayor-elect Dwight Jones. Coincidentally, or not, Obama and Jones are both following executives whose once-shimmering luster of popularity has faded to black.

Now Dwight Jones has the power to make a savvy move that would put him in a good light, as he prepares to take office with the new year. He could act boldly to show everybody in town, including current and future employees of The City of Richmond, just how willing he’s going to be to break with the yesterday’s cloistered way of doing the people’s business.

Jones could say, “Let there be sunlight.”

Or, Jones could blow off the opportunity, to stick with the traditional way of running governments that has wanted as little kibitzing from John Q. Public as possible.

Whatever Jones does, “sunlight” is a political issue that is only going to get bigger.

Today’s technology makes it possible for City Hall to open itself up to scrutiny from any citizen with access to the Internet. If Richmond wants to do it in 2009, this city could allow the taxpayers to follow their money through the machinery of government to where it gets spent.

Please click here to read the rest of "Sunlight in 2009."

Daily newspapers on life-support

At TimesOnline Andrew Sullivan zeroes in on the topic that more and more writers are focusing on -- the death of the daily newspaper, as an institution.

[The newspaper industry] has been faltering badly under the pressure of new media for a few years. For much of the past decade, circulation for all papers has been declining at about 2% a year. The last year has been a test case of sorts. Newspapers had the story of a lifetime: an election campaign of historic interest, suspense, drama and personality. From Hil-lary to Barack, from John Edwards’s love child to Sarah Palin’s Down’s syndrome child, from John McCain’s wild lunges for relevance to the first black president, it was the kind of year in which circulation should have boomed. If you live for a story, this year was an embarrassment of riches.

And yet the decline didn’t just continue. It accelerated.

Click here to read the entire article by author and ace blogger Sullivan.

Closer to home several local bloggers have been posting about/covering what has been the steady withering of the Richmond Times-Dispatch. Could it be that there's a feeling in the air that one doesn't blog about their special list of the dumbest things Media General has done to save its sickly newspaper in Richmond, pronto, the RT-D will go belly up before they get in their licks?

"The Death of the Times-Dispatch," at Once Upon a Hot Summer Night, is the most recent post on this topic. It was written by a RT-D staffer who was just shown the door.

At Bacon's Rebellion, "Who will Report the News?"

I'll look around and post more links that pertain to this topic.

Meanwhile, there's a local blog that is a hub for stories on the inkstained mainstream media, new media, etc., with much of the emphasis on the dying newspapers angle. Click here to visit Blood in the Water, published by longtime Richmond writer/editor Greg Weatherford.

And, published by writer Mariane Matera (former publisher of the Richmond Music Journal), her blog is called Why the Richmond Times-Dispatch is Dying. Click here to visit it.

Still, you can't wrap a fish with a web site. In spite of how strange the economy is now, and how clueless the Richmond Times-Dispatch is seeming lately, I think printed periodicals are going to last a lot longer than those who seem to be delighting in the current trend are saying.

The smart ones will figure out what they do well and cut everything else loose. Maybe newspapers will come out less than every day. Maybe what is really dying are the media empires that own way too many entities to manage them all effectively.

In every line of business, empires are going out of style. Whether there is a General Motors, or not, cars that people want will be manufactured in this country by somebody. What's going to change fast is that overblown companies that make cars people don't want are going to die.

In Richmond, if a smart independent outfit started putting out a free, with-it, newsy, twice-a-week tabloid, maybe 32 to 48 pages, it could be done. No home delivery. It would be picked up at many sites, or mailed out with the receiver paying for the mailing.

With a state-of-the-art web site that changes 24/7, hooked up to the tabloid, it could be done.

It could be done with a lot smaller staff than anyone at Media General, or Landmark Communications seems to realize. Eventually, we'll probably see several efforts along this line.

Remains of infamous local slave jail discovered

On Wed., Dec. 17, at 10 a.m.-10:30 a.m. the findings of the Lumpkin's Slave Jail dig will be presented to the public by the Richmond City Council Slave Trail Commission at a press conference in the parking lot of Main Street Train Station, 15th & Franklin Sts., bordered by E. Broad St. in Shockoe Bottom, right below I-95 to the east.

Included in the what was discovered were the brick foundation, a cobblestone courtyard, the kitchen area and period artifacts.

Established in 1998 by Richmond's city council, the Slave Trail Commission was created to help promote awareness of the history and legacy of slavery in Richmond. The archaeological excavation of the slave jail in Shockoe Bottom has been a major project of the Commission.

Lumpkin's infamous jail was the largest slave holding facility in operation in Richmond from 1840 until the end of the Civil War in 1865. During that time, Richmond was home to the largest domestic slave export business in the United States.

Owned by Robert Lumpkin, the jail was a place that tens of thousands of African men, women and children were "stored" before being transported to their owners, who lived in places where slavery was legal.

Following Lumpkin's death shortly after the Civil war, his widow Mary Lumpkin, who was African-American and a former slave, inherited the estate. In 1867, she leased the jail to Reverend Nathaniel Colver, who established a school for freed slaves at the site. That school grew into what is now Virginia Union University.

-- The information above was provided by Steve Skinner at City Hall; call (804) 646-6052

What it is...

On a cold January morning, nearly 18 years ago, bright sunlight lit up the thin coating of freezing rain that had painted the city the evening before. In the crisp air a slender middle-aged man, a freelance artist/writer, walked at a careful but purposeful pace on the tricky sidewalk. The ice-clad trees along the street were dazzling, as seen through his trusty Ray-Bans. The woolly winter jacket his girlfriend had given him for Christmas felt good.

Since the freelancer couldn’t concentrate on his reading of the morning’s Richmond Times-Dispatch, he left half a mug of black coffee and a dozing cat on his desk to walk to the post office. He hoped the overdue check from a magazine publisher was waiting in his post office box.

Anxiously, he opened the box with his key. It was empty. He shrugged. An empty box had its upside, too -- there were no cut-off notices in it. With his last 20 bucks in his pocket, the freelancer hummed a favorite Fats Domino tune, “Ain’t That a Shame,” as he headed home.

By the end of the workday the freelancer's mission was to finish an 800-word OpEd piece, with an accompanying illustration, and drop it all off on an editor’s desk. With the drum beat for war in the air he wanted to focus on the inevitable unintended consequences of any war. Yet, with the clock ticking on his deadline he was still at a loss for an angle.

In early-1991 the nation was mired in an economic recession. The national debt was skyrocketing. War with Iraq was looming, it seemed all but inevitable. Pondering what demons might be spawned by war in Iraq he detoured a couple of blocks, to pick up a Washington Post and a fresh cup of coffee.

Approaching the 7-Eleven store the freelancer noticed a panhandler standing off to the left of the front doors. The tall man was thin and frail. He wore a lightweight denim jacket with a hooded sweatshirt underneath. Snot was frozen in his mustache. The whites of his heavy-lidded eyes were an unhealthy shade of pink.

During a time when a much younger version of the freelancer had run a night-life business, one in which he dealt with the public, he had determined his policy should be to never in any way encourage panhandlers to hang around. The rigid policy had lingered well after the comfortable job was gone.

On this cold day it wasn’t easy for the freelancer to avert his eye from the poor soul’s trembling outstretched hand. Not hearing his hoarse plea for food money was impossible.

When there are always so many lives to be saved in our midst, he wondered, why do we have to go to the Middle East in the name of saving lives?

Inside the busy store the freelancer poured a large coffee. Fretting profusely, he snapped the cup’s lid in place. It was one of those times when the little freelancer with horns was standing on one of his shoulders, while his opposite -- the one with the halo -- was on the other, both offering counsel.

The freelancer decided to give the panhandler food, rather than hand over cash that might underwrite a bottle of sweet wine. It might change my luck, he thought. He almost smiled.

Trying to max out the bang-for-the-buck aspect of his charitable gesture, the freelancer settled on a king-sized hot dog with plenty of free stuff on it -- mustard, chopped onions, relish, jalapeno peppers, chili and some gooey cheese-like product. Not wanting to push it too far, he passed on the ketchup and mayonnaise.

Outside the store, the freelancer found the starving panhandler had vanished. So, the crestfallen philanthropist took the meal-on-a-bun with him as he walked, softly singing a Buffalo Springfield song, “For What It’s Worth.”

"There’s somethin’ happening here,
What it is ain’t exactly clear.
There’s a man with a gun over there,
Tellin’ me I gotta beware.

I think it’s time we stop, children, what's that sound,
Everybody look, what's going down."

A line from that song’s last verse -- “paranoia strikes deep” -- suddenly snapped an idea for the OpEd into place, which launched an instant mini-mania. A block closer to home an image for the illustration occurred to him. He picked up his pace.

Back in his studio, rather than waste money, the freelancer tore into the feast he had prepared for a beggar. The food scared, or perhaps offended the cat, who fled.

Between sloppy bites the artist wiped his hands off and sketched furiously to rough out a cartoon of Saddam Hussein as the provocative Tar Baby of the Uncle Remus story, taunting/inviting America into a war.

About an hour later the heartburn started. Eventually, it got brutal.

The writer described the way propaganda works to sell war -- every war -- as glorious and essential to the everyday people, who risk their lives. That, while the wealthy, who rarely take a genuine risk on anything, urge the patriots on and count their profits.

Thinking of the war in Vietnam that thinned out his generation, he wrote: “After the war the veterans were largely ignored, even scorned.”

The freelancer lamented the popular culture having gone wrong, so there was no longer a place for anti-war protest songs. He wrote, “Where are today’s non-conformists?"

The freelancer turned in his work at 4:50 p.m. An hour later his sour and noisy stomach began to calm down during his second happy hour beer, which a friend bought for him. When he recounted the tale of the stuffed frankfurter and the inspiration of the Buffalo Springfield song, he made his belly ache seem funny to those gathered at the elbow of the marble bar.

Once again, the freelancer had met his deadline.

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-- words and art by F.T. Rea

Portis must be traded

The remaining sports columnist at the Richmond Times-Dispatch, Paul Woody, hits a bulls-eye with his "Skins should sever ties with Portis."

From the media's standpoint, Portis is a delight to interview. He's polite and says what is on his mind.

As a running back for the Washington Redskins, Portis is a headache to coach.

Portis and coach Jim Zorn are having a difficult time co-existing. One of them must leave after this season.

It's time for Portis to go.

Click here to read the entire piece.

Portis is a star in the NFL. He may well have more All-Pro seasons ahead of him. But what he said this time on John Thompson's radio show wasn't funny and it went too far. It had to have divided the Redskins locker room. Some of Portis' friends are probably still saying he was right in what he said. Surely, other players are backing their embattled rookie head coach, Jim Zorn.

In a team sport, Portis did what players can't do, even if what they say has plenty of truth in it. What Portis said on the radio about his coach needed to be said behind closed doors, to the coach's face, or not at all.

It's no secret that Portis doesn't like to practice. Like the fantastic basketball player, Allen Iverson, he believes he should save his all for the games. Both guys play hard. But I suspect Iverson will never play on a NBA championship team. The same goes for Portis. Neither guy seems to understand that talent alone doesn't win championships in team sports. The best team wins.

The Redskins can get plenty for Portis. In the off-season he should be traded for the best offensive lineman they can get. Maybe they can get a draft choice thrown in, too.

Zorn inherited a team with an offensive line that was about to fall apart and a quarterback who lacked confidence. As a rookie, hired out of the blue, it was not Zorn's job to tell owner Dan Snyder's Executive Vice President of Football Operations, Vinny Cerrato, that the offense sucked. It was his job to take the personnel he inherited and score more points.

Next year, for the Redskins to be a better team they will need better players, especially on offense. And, that means players who understand you can't divide the locker room into feuding camps. It may also mean a different quarterback.

Tsunami of revulsion over sports $

With Major League Baseball's winter meetings in Las Vegas underway, the weather there is nice enough -- sunny and 60 degrees. But there’s a tsunami heading toward the New York Yankees, who just signed a pitcher -- C.C. Sabathia -- to a seven-year, $161 million contract. Sabathia, 6-7, 250, a southpaw, had been throwing baseballs from pitching mounds in the Big Leagues for the last eight seasons, mostly for the Cleveland Indians.

In 2009, based on his career stats -- an average of 207 innings per year -- Sabathia will make approximately $111,111.00 per inning pitched this season. In each of those innings he will throw about a dozen pitches, which will take him some 10 minutes. In most games he will throw something less than nine innings, usually six or seven.

Nice work ... if you can get it.

By April, when the season starts, there’s a good chance a lot of baseball fans will be out of work, probably more than are today. Some of them will be able to afford to go to games at the new zillion dollar Yankee Stadium. Many will not. So, they’ll have to watch the games on television.

Of course, for the Yankees fans who’ve had their cable TV disconnected, they’ll have to follow Sabathia’s adventures some other way. Newspaper? Maybe not.

The salaries of professional athletes have been popping eyes for decades. But the money was there, so capitalism has been good to star players. It’s been good to the owners of the teams and ESPN, too. In general, sports fans have seemed content with all that. The large money came from fans who paid for seats, and even more so from companies aiming an advertising message at those fans.

Well, in case you haven‘t noticed broadcast advertising is diminishing. Newspapers advertising is disappearing. Brother, can you spare a dime?

Yes, the money surrounding sports has been vulgar for a long time. In easy times, it was shrugged it off as inevitable. Now times are changing fast and the revulsion factor is on its way to reaching a tipping point.

So, all across the land, what has been a simmering disgust with publicly-financed stadiums is on its way to that tipping point, too. To get local, Richmond is in the same boat as the rest of America. Dig it: Richmond will not build a baseball stadium in Shockoe Bottom.

The public’s patience with millionaire snotty poseurs who cheat to win, and lie about it afterward, like pitcher Roger Clemens, is inching toward that tipping point.

The money that propped up the wretched excesses of professional sports is running out. The tsunami of public revulsion won‘t just punish the New York Yankees. It‘s going to change the relationship between sports and money forever.

Brother, can you spare $161 million?

The Second Looking

The revulsion I felt at a particular moment in college comes to mind, from time to time. Revved up over an English class assignment to write a paper on The Second Coming, by W. B. Yeats, I stayed up all night crafting it, and thought I had hit a home run.

The professor, an awkward, gangly sort of fellow in his late-20s, gave me a “C” on it. A few days before he had given me a "B" on a pop quiz on a short story that I hadn't even read; all I knew was the title and who wrote it.

Well, I just had to ask him to explain to me what was wrong with the paper I had written on The Second Coming. In a private conference he told me my analysis of the poem didn't jibe with the accepted school of thought on what Yeats was saying. While admitting my writing and analytical technique were fine, he nervously explained that I was simply wrong in my conclusions, no matter how well-stated my case might have been.

Wrong!

That pissed me off, so I told him I thought that ambiguity could imply multiple meanings, and it deliberately invited alternative interpretations. Rather than defend as his rather narrow minded stance the man suddenly grabbed his face and broke into tears.

The sobbing professor went into a monologue on the shambles his life had fallen into. His personal life! Worst of all, he said, his deferral had just been denied by Selective Service, so he would soon be drafted.

He was wearing a pitiful brown suit. His thinning beige hair was oiled flat against his scalp. My anger over the bad grade turned into disgust from his out-of-control behavior. As I remember it, I walked out of his office to keep from telling him what I thought.

Now, 40 years later, I feel sorry as hell for the poor schlemiel. And, I can't understand why I had so little sympathy for him then. Instead, all I had to offer was the impatience of youth.

Over the years since, when I've read The Second Coming or seen a reference to it, that day's oddball occurrence flashes by. It did today.

Baseball in Richmond moving to the back burner

Lately, when I hear somebody talking about building a baseball stadium in Shockoe Bottom, I laugh. You see, I'm past the point of arguing that it's a terrible location and that too many of what were R-Braves fans -- the Little Leaguers in the uniforms, church groups, veterans in wheelchairs, parents with their children, etc. -- won't go to that neighborhood after dark, in sufficient numbers to make it work.

Now the reason not to build is more obvious and less debatable. No one in their right mind would prop up a zillion dollar development on anticipated revenues from shops around a baseball stadium. That concept isn't working in DeeCee and other cities that have hitched their wagons to that star.

Now, the stark reality is that with the economy sinking into whatever you want to call the no confidence/no credit time in which we find ourselves, just maintaining The City's deteriorating infrastructure is probably going to be difficult in the immediate future. Schools and streets and what's under the streets is likely to sop up most of what cash comes in next year.

So, the baseball issue in Richmond is moving to the back burner for a while. My guess is that cities all over the country are going to have to do the same thing.

The taxpayers aren't going to like seeing their dough going into such projects. With Citi Bank getting billions from the federal government, it isn't going over so well with some folks that substantial chunks of that money is apparently going toward the bank's sponsorship of the Rose Bowl Game on Jan. 1 and to pay for putting the bank's logo on the New York Mets new baseball stadium.

We'll see how that plays out. But I think Citi is going to suffer a hard hit, public relations-wise. As for the jokers in the government who are handing bailout cash to institutions like Citi Bank, well, perhaps we should save the hardest hits for them.

Meanwhile, in the suburbs of Atlanta there's trouble over baseball. It seems Gwinnett County is struggling with shortfalls, stemming in part from building its new stadium for the team that used to be called the "R-Braves. Click here to read "Gwinnett's Chickens Coming Home to Roost."

For an overview with many articles about baseball in Richmond, click here to view the links at Richmond Good Life's special section on the topic.

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Update: There's an informative post and an ongoing discussion on the baseball stadium issue at Church Hill People's News. Click here to see it.

Lennon: "Stand by Me" cover

John Lennon (Oct. 9, 1940-Dec. 8, 1980)

Maddux hangs up his glove

After winning his 18th Gold Glove in his 23rd season in Major League Baseball, pitcher Greg Maddux, 42, retired today; click here to read an AP report.

Maddux won 355 games and lost 227. He won four consecutive Cy Young Awards (1992-95). Click here to look at his stats at baseball-reference.com.

With his old Atlanta Braves teammates John Smoltz, 41, and Tom Glavine, 42, weighing their own career options in the off-season -- they were on the same pitching staff for 10 years in the age of free agency! -- this Braves fan likes the idea of watching all three of them enter the Hall of Fame on the same day.

What are the odds of that?

The Redskins blues

Days are getting shorter. Selling words is getting harder to do. Don't care how many shopping days are left, as I don't go shopping. Glad as I am that Obama won, this eerie lull between presidents -- an interregnum? -- isn't helping to cheer me up.

On the Frisbee-Golf course it's too damn cold (sorry Paul Woody, maybe we'll play on a day like this in February, but probably not until we're more acclimated to the winter).

Then there's the hangover from the Washington Redskins' lackluster performance in Baltimore last night. In losing the fourth of their last five outings, the Redskins managed to make the Ravens look like a juggernaut along the lines of Vince Lombardi's Packers, or perhaps Chuck Noll's Steelers: Baltimore 24, Washington 10.

Injuries have played a role in the collapse the 'Skins have experienced. But they are always part of any season. At least nobody on the roster has been shot to death this year, so far. Yeah, they could have used Sean Taylor out there last night.

In a nutshell: Washington can't score points. In scoring, Zorn's offense is ranked 29th in a 32-team league. It seems that whatever was working in September and October doesn't work anymore. Since the league's bright assistants analyzed and adjusted to what the Redskins were doing in their early season success, it seems Zorn has no answers to those adjustments.

Or, is it that the lines, both offense and defense, are simply below average in the NFL, talent-wise? Maybe some of the linemen are past their prime, or even finished. And, with injuries the team is getting worse, because the young backups aren't ready and may never be.

Rather than "Hail to the Redskins," right now it feels like Redskins fans will be singing the blues for the rest of December.

Monday blog watch

It's Monday again, so here's another sampler of links that will take you to other blogs with interesting posts:

"Stronghilling on Saturday" at i wish i could cook.
"Living-blogging the AG Debate" at Shaun Kenney.
"Richmond Arts Flashback: The Earl of Chesterfield" at Save Richmond.
"Bopst Show -- Episode No. 32" at RVANews.
"RVANews has arrived" at Jack Goes Forth.

And, speaking of makeovers, with the recent redesigning that's been going on with the so-called mainstream media web sites, here are links to three of them with new looks:

Richmond Magazine
Richmond Times-Dispatch
STYLE Weekly

Frisbee-Golf T-shirts

For information about getting one of the new 2008 Greater Richmond Frizbee-Golf Association T-shirts (sweatshirts, etc.) click on the art above.

Parade on Broad St. footage

Via YouTube, here's a minute's worth of footage of Richmond's Christmas Parade down Broad St.

Coldest of Warriors

With Richard Nixon's White House tapes in the news this week, I was reminded of a piece I wrote about Tricky Dick in the Old Millenium that Richmond.com published. It still works for me. By the way, the time references are based on 1999, when it was written, rather than today.

My cheerful illustration of Nixon ran with the piece then, as well.

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The Coldest of Warriors (Aug. 10, 1999)

August is usually a slow month for news, so we are spoon fed anniversaries to contemplate, such as Hiroshima's 54th, Woodstock's 30th, and the 25th anniversary of President Nixon's resignation. It seems now we are being asked to reconsider Richard Nixon, again.

Fair enough, let's give the man his due. The entire culture shifted gears the day Nixon threw in the towel. The brilliant strategist, the awkward sleuth, the proud father, and the coldest of warriors had left the building.

August 9, 1974 was a day to hoist one for his enemies, many of whom must have enjoyed his twisting in the wind of Watergate's storm. It was the saddest of days for his staunch supporters, whose numbers were legion. Either way, Richard Nixon's departure from DeeCee left a void that no personality has since filled.

For the first time since his earliest commie-baiting days, in the late '40s, Dick Nixon didn't matter.

With Nixon gone, being anti-establishment promptly went out of style. With the war in Vietnam no longer a front burner issue, streaking replaced the anti-war rally as the most popular gesture of defiance on college campuses. Soon what remained of the causes and accouterments of the '60s was packed into cardboard boxes to be tossed out, or stored in the basement.

Watergate revelations killed off the Nixon administration's chance of instituting national health insurance. Many people have forgotten that his regime was easily more liberal on racial and environmental matters than any before it. His opening to China and efforts toward détente with the Soviets are often cited as evidence of his ability in the realm of foreign affairs.

But at the bottom line, Nixon is remembered chiefly as the president who was driven from office.

Nixon's nefarious strategy for securing power divided this country like nothing since the Civil War. Due to his fear of hippies and left-wing campus movements, Nixon came between fathers and sons. To rally support for his prosecution of the Vietnam War, he demagogued and exploited the bitter division between World War II era parents and their Baby Boomer offspring in such a way that many families have never recovered.

Nixon's true legacy is that since his paranoia-driven scandal, the best young people no longer feel drawn into public service. Since Watergate, for twenty-five years now, the citizens who've gravitated toward politics for a career do not have the intellect or the sense of purpose of their predecessors. We can thank Tricky Dick for that.

Maybe Slick Willie is the best example of what I'm getting at. When you look at the lame roster of talent out there on the political horizon, he really may be the best we've got today. And that's due in great part to the thousands of 40 and 50 year olds who didn't go into politics because of the lingering stench of Nixon's "plumbers" and their dirty work.

So weep not for the sad, crazy Nixon of August, 1974. He did far more harm to America than whatever good he intended.

On top of that, he had 20 years to come clean and clear the air. But he didn't do it. In the two decades of his so-called "rehabilitation," before his death in 1994, Nixon just kept on being Nixon.

Some commentators have suggested that he changed over that period, even mellowed. Don't buy it. The rest of us changed a lot more than he did.

While I acknowledge his guile and I tip my hat to his gall, President Nixon was a man who choked on his own bile.

So spare me the soft-focus view of the Nixon years. I'm here to remind the reader that Richard Nixon is a lesson to us all -- he got what he deserved.

-- Words and art by by F.T. Rea

Empires don't work anymore

Empires don't seem to work anymore. The tide of history has been running against them for some time. Whether we're talking about political empires, which are about land, or business empires, which are about money that knows no borders, it seems the strategy of domination by being gargantuan and far-flung has gotten to be too expensive.

Much of the turmoil in the most dangerous regions of the world still stems in great part from the collapse of empires and the anarchy that followed. In some cases we're talking about empires that shattered whole lifetimes ago. Too many former colonies are still being ruled by strongmen, if they are being ruled at all.

Now we are watching business empires collapsing -- the super banks, Detroit's auto makers, etc. and we now look with trepidation at the financial flux that trend might be spawning.

Remember how we all grew up hearing there could never ever be another Great Depression, like what happened in the 1930s? Who believes that rather absurd assertion now?

When the Cold War ended with the fall of the Berlin Wall and the unraveling of the USSR, almost 20 years ago, America pounded its chest and declared itself the winner of the battle of empires. Ronald Reagan was given credit for bankrupting the Soviets by out-spending them on defense.

Yet, since that so-called victory the USA has continued to maintain an expensive military presence in foreign countries all over the world. Why American taxpayers have been forced to support policing most of the planet since the Cold War ended probably won't make much sense when its looked back on.

Then again, 20 years is a drop in the bucket of history. So, today I'm wondering if 20 years from now, scholars will be saying neither side won the Cold War. One day the historians may conclude that one side just flew to pieces from its domination strategy's overreaching sooner than did the other.

Tacky Lights History

As the Tacky Lights Tour has become a traditional celebration of kitsch in the Richmond area, who remembers how long has it been going on? Who remembers the guy that started it?

SLANTblog has the answers: Writing for the Richmond Times-Dispatch in 1996 Bill McKelway offered his readers a brief history of a seasonal tradition in Richmond since 1986, when the Tacky Lights Tour was launched by its creator, Barry “Mad Dog” Gottlieb (pictured above), who was a deejay at a local radio station at the time.

…His fondest memories will be of the outpouring of interest when the tacky house tour began 10 years ago. “I figured I could rent one of those trolleys for about 15 people,” said Gottlieb. “That filled up right away. Then I rented a bus and that filled up in an hour. Then I rented another bus and that filled up.”

At one house decked out in blue lights, tour members spontaneously broke into Elvis’ ‘Blue Christmas.’ At another house, they marveled at the lifelike figures on the roof wrapped in lights. “After a while, we realized that the lifelike figures were real people,” Gottlieb said, laughing.

Of course, the tour of way lit up houses still goes on, although Gottlieb moved to San Francisco years ago. By the way, Gottlieb originally called it “Richmond’s Tacky Xmas Decoration Contest and Grand Highly Illuminated House Tour.”

Back in 1989, or maybe it was 1990, yours truly was one of small group of judges for Barry’s annual stunt. Chuck Wrenn (who was Barry's partner in the 353-ROCK nightlife hotline in the 1980s) was one of the other invited judges, as was a radio deejay named Dick Hungate. Don’t remember who else was along for the ride. We cruised around in a limousine drinking beer and so forth, looking at a bunch of houses made up to resemble amusement parks, or perhaps houses of ill fame in a Fellini film.

I still remember the all-blue-lights house McKelway mentioned in his piece (which is a good read). It was by far the smallest house on the list. To me it was a little creepy, too, so I stayed in the limo while the others went in.

Barry greatly enjoyed meeting the people, getting their stories and so forth. Some he already knew because he saw them every year, others were new. At the end of the tour we judges voted and may have gone to a bar.

After that same night, I came to see that stretch limos were just not for me. Although I enjoyed my chance to judge tackiness, I’m happy to report I haven’t been in one since then.

As far as how politically incorrect it might be to burn thousands of lights in 2008, with over-the-top conspicuous consumption having suddenly been put in a new uncool light, perhaps that magnifies the mojo of the tackiness factor this time.

More Tacky Lights Links:

• Tour list and map at inRich — click here.
• RichmondWiki — click here.
• NPR (2006 story on local Tackiness) — click here.
• “Highly Illuminated” at STYLE Weekly — click here.

– Circa 1996 RT-D photo from Mad Dog’s web site.

VCU 79, Western Mich 62

VCU's Joey Rodriguez (in white) scored 17 points

"We're a better basketball team than we were a week ago," said VCU men's basketball head coach Anthony Grant.

With a few spurts of offense, while applying a steady aggressive defense for most part, VCU defeated Western Michigan at the Siegel Center: VCU 79, Western Mich 62.

For more on the game click here to read my report at the Fan District Hub.

Silly Music Videos

Sometimes we need to hear the blues played with raw sincerity. Sometimes we want to cry in our beer, listening to a song that takes us back to a powerful memory. But fortunately, music can touch us in other ways, too, because music can be just for fun.

Occasionally music is meant to be funny, sometimes even silly. Here are nine links to music videos at YouTube that are strong on silly in some way. In at least one case, it's mostly the picture, but not entirely.

An ex-squeeze of mine used to call this sort of material, "joke music," especially when she'd heard enough of its genre. And, I wanted to play more of it, but it was late and time for the party to end, etc. Of course she had a point, but at this time of year, with the days still getting shorter, I'll take any help to brighten the moment.

Now, just for laughs, click on the links in order.

One ... Two ... Three .... Four ... Five ... Six ... Seven ... Eight ... Nine.

For more of this sort of thing click here to visit the post-graph theatre.

About Team Obama

President Barack Obama is in a position that is unprecedented in many ways. No need to recount all the perils he faces that we already know about. No need to speculate about what unforeseen troubles will suddenly appear, to demand attention.

Until Obama takes office next year, the eerie vibe that is coming out of the White House is likely to continue. Which means until the current occupant moves out, about all Obama can do to help a nation that is sinking deeper into a bog of despair is try to soothe jangled nerves, appoint respected chief advisers that inspire confidence in the future, and keep his cool.

From what I've seen of Obama's choices and deportment that's exactly what he is doing. So, rather than nitpick each nominee, or carp about his moving to the center, or exaggerate the hardboiled political aspects of this move, or that one, it's the big picture we should focus on.

We should remember that Obama did a pretty good job of assembling the team that got him elected. After all, a year ago, what were the odds against him being elected president?

Obama's staff selections and cabinet nominees are all part of the team he wants balanced around him when he has to hit the ground running on Jan. 20. They likely will need to be a team that's greater than the sum of its parts, in order to pull America out of that damn bog.

Not only does Obama appear to be trying to promote calm and confidence, he seems to want a range of advisers that will present a variety of perspectives and opinions. Clearly, he's not assembling a team made up of cronies and spooky ideologues whose loyalty is valued over their competence.

Well, I don't know about you, but just that change, itself, is enough to make me feel better already.

-- Words and art by F.T. Rea

Last chemo for Billy

Using a website, CaringBridge, the family and friends of Billy Snead have been following his progress as he has battled Acute Myelocytic Leukemia since the diagnosis in mid-August. At this writing there have been 9,123 visits to Billy's website.

While at Billy's page one can read lots of comments and see some old and new photos, etc. If it has to do with Billy and his family, in spite of the gravity of the circumstances, you know there will be a sense of humor about the whole thing.

Today good news was posted there by Billy's wife Evelyn:

Good news, everything is going well for Billy. His blood counts were good this AM and he will go for his last chemo treatment on Friday, Dec.5th. He is still weak but knowing it's the last chemo definitely lifts the spirit. We appreciate all those prayers more than you can ever know. Thank you, thank you!

-- Ev

Click here to visit the CaringBridge website and leave a message for Billy to see, if you like. Hopefully, we'll see him in Chiocca's for Happy Hour soon.

Vandy tops VCU

Senior guard Eric Maynor poured in 23 of his game-high 31 points in the second half, but VCU was unable to overcome A.J. Ogilvy and Vanderbilt Sunday at the Cancun Challenge: Vanderbilt 71, VCU 66.

Maynor, who topped 30 points for the second time in three games, was selected to the Cancun Challenge All-Tournament Team along with sophomore Larry Sanders, who scored 10 points, grabbed eight rebounds and blocked five shots for the Rams (3-3). Maynor added five steals and three assists for VCU.

Tournament MVP A.J. Ogilvy scored 25 points and grabbed seven rebounds for the Commodores (5-1), who pushed out to an 18-point lead early in the second half behind their sophomore center.

The Rams, keyed by their full-court press, began to chip away midway through the second period. VCU forced eight turnovers during a 22-8 burst to pull within 48-47 with 11:11 showing. Maynor had 11 points during the run.

The Commodores held a 34-25 edge on the glass, but turned the ball over 23 times, including 15 in the second half. Vanderbilt also knocked down 26-of-30 free throws, while VCU was 10-of-16 from the line.

The Rams return to Richmond for their next contest, when they host Western Michigan at the Siegel Center on Thurs., Dec. 4 at 7:30 p.m.

-- The information above was provided by Chris Kowalczyk at VCU

Redskins Monday night game, up close

 

It was about this time of year, 22 years ago, that I watched a Monday night football game from the sidelines at RFK. Having been a lifelong Redskins fan, it was a wonderful experience. That it was documented by a local television station makes it possible to see some of what happened that day. 

How did this come to pass? My good friend Chuck Wrenn suggested to a sports reporter at Channel 8 that I would be the perfect guy, when the reporter told him his station wanted to do a story on a Richmonder, who was an avid Redskins fan, going to the game. They wanted someone who could recite Redskins lore, take them to Redskins bar in D.C., etc.

Instead of taking the gig himself, Wrenn told them to call me. What a guy! 

 In the doing, I spent some time with (former Washington linebacker and still a game-day radio voice) Sam Huff before the game, listening to his war stories. I prowled around the stadium and was on the field from about three hours before the game started until it ended in a Redskins victory: Washington 14, SF 6. 

There's plenty more to this story but that's for another day. In the meantime, click on the YouTube box above to facilitate remembering how it was when Washington had the best home-field advantage in the NFL.

Who speaks for the GOP?

With the dust now settling from the thumping it took on election day, where would an honest searcher find the heart of the Republican Party? Who represents the essence of what most good Republicans believe in. Following over seven years of defending the shape-shifting maneuvers of the Bush administration, what has happened to the Grand Old Party’s soul?

Del. Jeffrey Frederick, the current chairman of the Virginia Republican Party

If we go by what we read and hear, it seems too many Republican commentators and bloggers are still unaware of how stretched out of shape they’ve gotten to be from years of defending what Bush’s bizarre stewardship of the nation’s resources has wrought.

Writing for the Washington Post columnist E.J. Dionne observed:

“The cause of Edmund Burke, Leo Strauss, Robert Nisbet, and William F. Buckley Jr. is now in the hands of Rush Limbaugh, Sean Hannity -- and Sarah Palin. Reason has been overwhelmed by propaganda, ideas by slogans, learned manifestos by direct-mail hit pieces.

“And then there is George W. Bush. Conservatives once hailed him as creating an enduring majority on behalf of their cause. Now, they cast him as the goat in their story of decline.”

Click here to read all of “Civil War on the Right.”

Yes, Bush is the goat, alright, but it seems a lot of Republicans haven’t caught on that the same sort of propagandists Dionne cited are still bellowing much of the same claptrap they have been all along.

They aren’t decrying the power-grabs of the Bush administration, or the money-grabbing tactics of the get-rich-quick corporations that put President George Bush in power in the first place. They aren't really saying Bush was wrong invade into Iraq. They aren't saying Bush cashed in on post-9/11 fear to make his rich friends richer.

Now they are in the process of demonizing Bush, as if he, himself, was the real problem, instead of his policies and their horrible results. Ironically, the same thing is being done to Bush as what was done to anyone who questioned the Bush administration’s tactics in prosecuting the War on Terror, guiding the nation's economy, and so forth.

Republicans who haven't marched to Limbaugh's beat have been smeared as Republicans in name only (RINOs). The demonizing thing is what Limbaugh, et al, are best at. For instance: They'd have us believe that America’s problem with al Qaeda is all about that demon, Osama bin Laden. That if we just smoke him out, if we take bin Laden off the game board, then the grievances the bloodiest militants of the Islamic world have had with American foreign policy in the Middle East will simply melt away.

Furthermore, serious Republicans need to accept that their party’s anti-intellectual, anti-foreign, anti-reality way of strutting its stuff during the Bush years had plenty to do with what happened on election day.

As long as Republicans keep looking to the same people who drove their party’s bus over the cliff for their direction, they can’t expect for their situation to improve.

Closer to home, it’s good that Virgil Goode lost. He had become an embarrassment to the Commonwealth. Jim Gilmore? His campaign was a bad joke, warmed-over. Forget about both of them.

Where are the Republican fresh faces with traditional principles and new ideas? Where are the conservative Virginians who can articulate a vision for the future that relies on something more than harnessing old prejudices and mouthing tedious slogans?

Here’s the plainest of truths: There’s no way to get that GOP bus back on the road as long as Virginia Republicans see fit to allow the likes of Del. Jeffrey Frederick to be the face of their party. Try to imagine what Barry Goldwater or William F. Buckley would think of such a backbench rube.

When Buckley and Goldwater were at the heart of the Republican Party, it had a mind and a soul.

-- Words and art by F.T. Rea

Frisbee-golf story in RT-D

Click on the YouTube box above to see three minutes of highlights from recent GRFGA play in Byrd Park.

"We play year-round," [Larry] Rohr said. "If it snows, we'll go out to see how they fly in the snow. Sometimes the snow will melt, then freeze, and there is a hard crust that is good for sliding.

"If the snow is soft, sometimes your Frisbee will disappear underneath a white blanket. If the snow is fresh, you can dig it out. If there are footsteps everywhere, you might have to wait until the snow melts to find your Frisbee."

Rohr, 60, is old school. He more often calls the game he has played for 32 years "Frisbee" golf. The more common reference now is disc golf.

Click here to read Paul Woody's article about Frisbee-golf/disc golf in Thanksgiving Day's RT-D.

Freznell (1983)

The footage for "Freznell" was shot by me in Super 8 over several years; it was assembled in 1983. The film's concept was mostly an editing exercise without a plot. The effort yielded a montage of images to do with motion, graffiti and females. Originally, I wrote and performed music for its soundtrack. That version of the film was shown a few times in the '80s at artsy happenings.

Later I changed the soundtrack to what I was imitating in my original effort -- the music of Joy Division. In this instance "She's Lost Control."

For more of this sort of thing click here to visit the post-graph theatre.

Vick will not play in the NFL again

The bizarre story of the evil doings at Michael Vick’s Bad Newz Kennels operation was nearly beaten to death last year. It stayed at the top of the news for months. Today we see Vick is back in the news, now traveling in the shackles of a convicted man to a Virginia courthouse near the scene of his crimes.

Yet some still ask: If boxing and tough man competitions are legal, why is dogfighting so wrong? Can't dogfighting be seen as just another bloody sport, like hunting? And, if animals are shamefully abused all the time by the companies that raise them by the millions in torturous conditions, to eventually be food for us, then why did Vick have go to jail for slaughtering a few pit bulls?

Although there’s no single reason this story has been so big, there is one reason that overshadows the others. While other sports celebrities have committed crimes that might properly be seen as worse than Vick’s, none of those crimes were as bizarre, even unthinkable.

Recently we learned a few family dogs were tossed in the Bad Newz ring, just for grins. And, remember folks, Americans love their pet dogs. Some prefer dogs to people.

There are those Vick fans who have refused to accept -- no matter what -- that one of their favorite football players from Virginia Tech, or the Atlanta Falcons, is a total scumbag. They want him back on the playing field because he’s fun to watch. They assume his talent for football will trump all else.

Well, it says here that the NFL is by far the most buttoned-down of all the professional sports overseeing bodies. It certainly doesn’t want PETA activists dressed up like tortured dogs demonstrating at every game. And, that’s exactly what will happen if Vick returns.

Furthermore, the image-conscious corporations that act as sponsors and partners of NFL games are never going to want anything to do with Michael Vick again. Once he’s done his time, I will be amazed if we ever see the radioactive Mr. Vick play another down in a NFL game.

Next season, try to imagine a NFL game's broadcast beginning with a series of corporate logos flashing up over the pictures of PETA demonstrators in front of the stadium. Then imagine the boycotts of companies that sponsor such broadcasts. Do you get the picture?

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Update: Gov. Tim Kaine weighed in on this topic:

Should Michael Vick be allowed back in the NFL?

"I don't think somebody convicted of charges like this should be back in the NFL," Virginia Gov. Tim Kaine said on WTOP's Ask the Governor program Tuesday.

Click here to read the WTOP report.

Goode gone

With his name, and his peculiar history, it's almost impossible to avoid the puns. So, maybe for the last time, here it is in a nutshell: Goode Grief!

Yes, according to the official count, Virgil Goode has lost his 5th District seat in the House of Representatives to Democrat Tom Perriello. Click here for the Washington Post article.

Originally elected as a Democrat, warmed over from the bad old Byrd Machine days, the opportunistic Goode eventually migrated to the GOP. Only four years ago, it still looked like a move that would put him in line to move up the ladder of what would be the dominant party in the Commonwealth of Virginia for a long time.

Then with the elections of 2005 and 2006, it appeared the Old Dominion's political landscape was turning purple, even blue. Still, it was thought only two years ago that Goode's district was so conservative/backward that he would outlast the problems that Republicans in Northern Virginia, and elsewhere, were facing.

The sweet irony that Rep. Goode's loss in 2008 came in great part from his opponent riding the coattails of popular Democrats should not go unnoticed. Perriello won because he was the Democrat.

-- Words and art by F.T. Rea

Monday morning blogger watch

Here's a Monday morning's glance at a few posts from the blogosphere that merit a look, perhaps even a listen:

• Click here for "Bike Sharing Long Overdue in Richmond" at Buttermilk & Molasses.

• Pete Humes has a dose of sarcastic advice for readers who find themselves jobless for the holidays; click here to read, "It Sucks to Be You," at RVANews.

• While at RVA News, you can also listen to Chris Bopst's new show just in time for Thanksgiving, "Bopst Show No. 31."

• To see a list of Richmond-centric books in the post and comments, click here to read Church Hill People's News on "almost 20 great books about Richmond..."

• With the bailout of the Big Three car makers being considered, Moon Rays reminds us of when automobiles were made by lots of small companies. Click here to travel back in time with, "Richmond Car History: Kline Motor Car Corp."

• With the R-Braves only a memory, click here to read, "Lonely Richmond Brave Diagnosed With Depression," at Tobacco Avenue.

Change in song

Obviously, change is in season. Everybody likes a little bit of variety.

Change is inevitable. Change is good. All of us wish others would change to bother us less. Most of us want to change our bad habits, but changing one's own semi-evil ways is usually easier said than done.

Here are nine songs to do with change, via YouTube:

One ... Two ... Three ... Four ... Five ... Six ... Seven ... Eight ... Nine.

For more of this sort of thing click here to visit the post-graph theatre.

A job well done at RK

Well, it seems the Virginia-centric political blogosphere is going to lose one of its most significant players at the end of the year. According to a post by its most prominent/consistent voice since its 2005 origin, Lowell Feld, the Raising Kaine web site is going to fade into the sunset at the end of December.

Having had some hand in electing Gov. Tim Kaine and Sen. Jim Webb to office, which surely set the table for what happened this year, Feld and his RK associates can certainly walk away with a well-earned sense of satisfaction from their four years of collective effort.

Yes, for some of those who live and breathe looking at politics through a blogger's lens, it's easy to over-magnify how much impact RK -- or any other blog, or all the blogs put together -- has had on the last four years of political evolution.

But there can be no mistaking that the blogging phenomenon has been some good part of a staggering transformation that has brought more change to the American political landscape than anyone could have predicted four years ago.

Now, with President-elect Barack Obama's administration soon to move into the White House, it's easy to imagine that the next four years will bring even more change than the last.

RK's successful experimenting with how to organize and spread the good word in the modern way, using the Internet, is surely being studied as you read this post by Democrats and Republicans, alike. And, that's for good reason.

Job well done.

GRFGA Easy Rider Cup

In local disc golf news, the Greater Richmond Frizbee-Golf Association's annual fall tournament that mimics the Ryder Cup, began this evening with nine holes of play. This is the 4th edition of the Easy Rider Cup tournament that pits the Nichs vs. the Hoppers.

As the Nichs have won all three previous tournaments, the Hoppers (some of them are pictured above in the process of a group, "Ar-r-gh!") are happy to have broken the mold and grabbed a one-and-a-half point lead after the first round's play.

This GRFGA tournament will conclude with 18 holes on Sunday, when the first nine holes will be a captain's choice round. The second and concluding round will pair up all the players in singles matches.

Update: On Sunday the Nichs came back with a fury to win the Easy Rider Cup, again: Nichs 13 points; Hoppers 10.5 points.

"Monerey Pop" (1967)

D.A. Pennebaker directed a film -- "Monterey Pop" -- shot in 16mm, documenting the Monterey Pop Festival, which took place over a weekend (June 16-18) that did much to give rise to calling 1967's summer the Summer of Love.

Staged in the Monterey County Fairgrounds, it was the first big outdoor rock 'n' roll festival. Shot two years before Woodstock, Pennebaker's documentary set the template for how to make such films.

The list of performers who participated in the three-day show is astounding. Nearly all of them performed for free. A good part of the proceeds were donated to charity. Lou Adler (who later produced the "The Rocky Horror Picture Show") and John Phillips (of the Mamas & the Papas) put the event together.

This post's No. 9 Show is a set of links to YouTube videos from the festival. I assume all the footage is from Pennebaker's film. While it's chilly outside, take a few minutes to hop aboard the Wayback Machine to a warm summer weekend, 41 years ago. As usual, for the best result click on the links in order.

One ... Two ... Three ... Four ... Five ... Six ... Seven ... Eight ... Nine.

For more of this sort of thing click here to visit the post-graph theatre.

Remembering Rozanne Epps

Rozanne Epps led a full life before she died at the age of 86 on Sunday. For over 20 years she worked at STYLE Weekly, going back to the days when Lorna Wyckoff was still its publisher. I knew of her long before her days at STYLE, because of her noteworthy career at VCU. (Click here for background in the STYLE obituary.) And, I knew her as Garrett Epps' mother. I knew him only casually when he was a member of the staff at the Richmond Mercury, along with Frank Rich, Harry Stein and others in the early-70s.

But my only real association with her began in 1999, when she accepted one piece I submitted to STYLE and sent me to Richmond.com with the other. The one that ran as a Back Page piece was about baseball. The one that began my relationship with Richmond.com was about the closing of the Texas Wisconsin Border Cafe.

Over the years since, STYLE, and especially Richmond.com, have published a lot of my work. So, I'm grateful to her for that good turn. However, what I got from her as an editor is why I'm writing this remembrance. Rozanne taught me to be a better writer. She did that with good humor and fairness. It was always fun to exchange emails and talk on the telephone with her.

So, to those who knew her far better than I did, yes, we are all lucky we knew Rozanne Epps.

VCU 82, Citadel 59

Coming off the bench junior small forward T.J. Gwynn scored 20 points to help VCU start its 2008-09 men’s basketball season with a win over The Citadel: VCU 82, Citadel 59.

Click here to read more about VCU's season opener at the Fan District Hub.

Triple feature of great scenes about power

Many of the best scenes in feature films are good enough to stand alone. All three of the selections in this post are driven by music. The scene above from "Performance" (1970) works, no matter whether you know the midnight show classic starring James Fox and Mick Jagger, or not.

The second in our great scenes triple feature is the wonderful dance with a globe from Charlie Chaplin's mock-fest of Germany's then-head of state, "The Great Dictator" (1940). Oddly, the patriotism Chaplin tried to dispaly in this film later worked against him when he was kicked out of the USA ... but that's another story.


To finish the show for this time here's a fascinating cloudy montage from "Koyaanisqatsi" (1984) with the music of minimalist composer Philip Glass as its dance partner.


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Number 9 Show: Nov.13, '08

In August of 1981 MTV was launched. Almost instantly, it made stars of Adam Ant, Duran Duran, The Go-Gos and other safely punk/new wave acts. At that same time the local live music scene, rock 'n' roll bands based mostly in the Fan District, was quite lively. Some said then it rivaled any on the East Coast.

And, when bars started using MTV on television for entertainment, some observers saw MTV's format as a potential threat to the live music scene.

In August of 1982 Color Radio began its two-year run. I signed on Color Radio with the first Number 9 Show two months later. That first studio was over the Track Restaurant on Cary St. (For background on Color Radio, click here.) The volunteer DJs at what amounted to an off-shore, unregulated radio station played whatever they wanted. Most of them were involved in the local music scene in some way.

Here are nine songs from that era. All were by acts I saw perform live. Their records were played on my weekly radio show. So, hop aboard the Wayback Machine to the time when MTV played nothing but music videos and Color Radio could be heard on Channel 36 on Continental Cablevision in Richmond and Henrico.

One ... Two ... Three ... Four ... Five ... Six ... Seven ... Eight ... Nine.

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What happened on Nov. 4 and why

People want it fast today. Fast food ... fast connection ... fast lane. As soon as Barack Obama was declared the winner, at 11:01 p.m. on election night, the instant analysis of his victory began. The cable news stations had their professional chattering experts at the ready -- presto! -- to offer viewers their steaming why-Obama-won overviews, fresh from the oven.

And, it was easy enough for partisan bloggers and would-be pundits to then parrot whatever analysis best jibed with their preconceived notions. The silliest of the post-election foot-stomping snarls have been those that insist Obama's victory was not a "landslide."

However, the more interesting and more useful commentary on the 2008 election is just beginning to be seen and heard. A week after the momentous event, beyond canned opinions and warmed-over wisdom, writers who can think for themselves are pulling their observations together. Bloggers who aren't just copycats are posting thoughtful comments and asking questions that matter.

Bart Hinkle offers Virginia's GOP some good advice in his Tuesday column in the RT-D, "Is It Time for the GOP to Try a Different Approach?" Click here to read it.

In the process of writing my own look back at how the election went, I've been noticing some worthwhile posts in the local blogosphere. Here are links to some of what I found:

• Click here to read "Election Winners and Losers" at Save Richmond.

• Click here to read "Dems Wrecking Democracy in RVA?" at Caramelized OpiNIONS (note the discussion in the comments section).

As I said, I'm now writing a piece on the election. So I'm not ready to offer many of my own half-baked ideas about what happened on Nov. 4, and why. Not yet.

But I do have one observation to make, a preview of what will be a point I hope to make with the piece that's in progress: Obama's victory was not so much a sign of a racial healing in America, as it was a sign of a generational shift. The Baby Boomers' children elected Obama.

That 18-to-40 demographic is not interested in re-fighting the Vietnam War, or payback for Watergate, or payback for the 1979 hostage crisis in Iran, etc. And, that age group is much more progressive than the Boomers are, as a whole, on matters to do with race or same-sex marriage, etc.

That said, with a black man about to become president of the USA, we still have a long way to go, if we want to get even close to being a truly just society, which offers a fair deal to all citizens, regardless of skin color, religion, gender, sexual orientation, etc.

Yo! Faster isn't always better.