Apr 14, 2008

In Re: Obama's PA Diagnosis

The following was a comment I was writing to Rick's Cafe and Tranquility Lost when it became so long, I figured it'd do just as well as my own post. Of course, I accidentally copy/pasted overtop of the original comment, effectively erasing about 25 minutes of work, but I'll do my best to re-write it.


A fuss was made recently over comments President Senator Obama made in regards to small towns in Pennsylvania and in the Midwest. If you've not been privy to the outrage, please check it out. Since the name of this blog is in fact Small Town Scandals, I feel obliged to, at the very least, comment.

Leave it to the people of small-town Pennsylvania to raise hell over an ideal that they hold so near and dear to their hearts. Tranquility Lost (link above) called the comments "
condescending, offensive, and repugnant." That seems a tad overzealous. Let me admit that there should have been a more calculated attempt by Obama to verbalize his feelings on the subject at hand. However, we can hardly criticize a candidate for telling the truth, can we?

If you're from this area, have spent any time in this area, or have been around anyone from this area, you know there is always an overwhelming pride that they are from the "Steel City." While my affection for the area may not be as unbridled as some, let me assure you my pride is there, in spades.

It's this sense of pride that hurts this area as much as it defines it. People are happy to be known as 'blue collar' and 'hard working.' There's no reason to deny them that and there's certainly nothing wrong with it. Sure, many people suffered as the area lost its industry, but why does that mean no one can come in and say it? In that sense, it seems to me the terms 'blue collar' and 'hard working' wind up nothing more than synonyms for 'stubborn' and 'resistant to change.'

To not shout your pride in this area can best be deemed heretic. One of Obama's points came to me loud and clear: "And it's not surprising then they get bitter, they cling to guns or religion or antipathy to people who aren't like them or anti-immigrant sentiment or anti-trade sentiment as a way to explain their frustrations."

If your base operation is in downtown Pittsburgh or somewhere on the outskirts, there can be a sense of blindness in reading those words. They could seem out of line, short-sighted or just stupid. But, between growing up in such a place and now working in one of these towns that can be considered 'depressed,' let me tell you each sentiment Obama put forth is correct.

How do I know? Because I hear it on a daily basis. Many people in this area are unhappy. They've seen the great steel boom of the last century and they've seen it collapse. They're left bitter. Rather than taking the slight and turning it to a positive, they remain stuck in their ways and content to complain. Foreign corporations infringing on the American way is an unfortunate situation, but a global economy depends on it.

The social conservatism is more annoying than it is endearing. Without fail, I hear colleagues of mine discussing their rights to have as many guns as possible and their devotion to religion. Their inability to see that this country was formed through immigration discredits their notion that no one should be allowed in this country to take jobs that no one else in their right minds would want.

Rubino (Tranquility's author) smartly pointed that healthcare in this area is a booming industry. No doubt about that. I can't imagine it'd be as prevalent without five hundred million old people sitting around dying with a Marlboro in one hand and an Iron City in the other.

This city and this area are old. Old-aged and old-fashioned. Residents are quick to point out the crookedness of politicians and the lack of trust they have with our government. Why is it such a problem when someone comes along and precisely details the collective mindset? Isn't the truth a good thing? As they say, sometimes the truth hurts.

The pride displayed around our great city comes with a Catch-22. If you're from here, expect carte blanch. If not, don't say anything that can be construed as offensive unless you're planning a crucifixion for this Sunday down at the Point.

It would be refreshing for this area to come to grips with what happened a quarter of a century ago and stop holding a grudge. The world changes, and the sooner that's accepted, the sooner we can move on and stop feeling sorry for one another. Then, potentially, we could have a metropolis known less for a great football team, bad baseball team and burgeoning hockey team, and more for the great people, gorgeous city and the crown jewel located between those other two places who just love being down on their luck. You know them better as Ohio and West Virginia.

Mar 19, 2008

The Accidental Flip - The John Adams Experience

This evening started different than most for me. Upon arriving home, I stopped in the living room to exchange pleasantries with my Dad and admire the new carpet which had been laid earlier in the afternoon. While practicing my putting stroke on the makeshift 17th, OMB was practicing his customary technique of haphazardly surfing the satellite.

"What the hell is this?" I heard him say. Turning around, the first thing that caught my eye on the gorgeous 56" LCD was a naked dude being tarred and feathered much to the delight of a gathering mass. For one, this was my first experience viewing a high-definition group humiliation. Secondly, I'm not sure why both my Dad and I attentively watched as the black goo was dumped all over this poor guy's head and body.

Luckily, our curiosity kept us in tune long enough to see Paul Giamatti come on screen next, decrying the group's ambition. The program in question is the critically-hyped, HBO/Tom Hanks collaboration, John Adams.

My knowledge of the miniseries was there and my excitement to see it was peaked, but my ability to watch was in question. First of all, I had missed the first two parts, which played this past Sunday. Despite my friend and co-worker Jon's ravings of the series, the chances of me actually watching were doubtful. My desire to "jump in" on programming just isn't there. If I'm not there from the beginning, I'll either wait for the DVD to come out and try to catch up, or forgo viewing altogether.

When we turned it on tonight, I was able to watch about 1/2 of the first part and the entire second part. By no means am I a history buff, but I do take an interest to these types of entertainment - especially the ones that showcase our country's origins. The miniseries format caters well to my inability to sit and watch a thirty-thousand hour film, a la Gettysburg. I'll gladly watch a weekly, hour and a half incarnation on Sunday nights for a couple months. After all, what the hell goes on on Sunday nights this time of year anyway? Golf ends around 6, so I'm left twiddling.

The cast is extremely well put together, with a bunch of "Hey it's that guy!" and "What else has he been in?" but most of all, Giamatti puts together a whale of performance, as usual, and Laura Linney plays a better Abigail Adams than well, Abigail Adams.

One of Jon's favorite aspects of the program and admittedly mine too, are the inclusion of all of the historic figures and their interactions. It blows my mind how incredibly bright these guys were. Their rationales and foresights are incomparable. Ben Franklin, Thomas Jefferson, George Washington and others all debating and thinking together in one room make for ridiculously educational programming.

A surprise for me was John Adams' importance in the whole thing. I had no idea how instrumental he was in the fight for independence. The majority of Act II revolves around the framing of the Declaration of Independence. Adams enlists Thomas Jefferson to write the thing, and later, Adams, Franklin and Jefferson sit in what could've been the first American "writer's room" and nitpick over every word featured in the document.

A depressing matter that had been ignored in the apparently propaganda-laced PA Studies class in 7th grade was Pennsylvania's complete resistance to join the revolution. Some quaker by the last name of Dickinson (who I'm assuming is the bearer of Dickinson University) fought that til the bitter end. I had no idea what a sissy state I live in.

Regardless, the movie was a pleasant surprise. I sat engrossed for three hours, still in my work attire because I didn't want to miss a second of it. It's a behind the scenes look of the war that started it all.

I give it five powdered wigs.




*UPDATE*


Immediately after writing I went to IMDB and found that John Hancock was in the show, quite prominently actually. I guess I'm just anti-John Hancock. I still think that "Bond as John Hancock" thing was funny though.

Mar 11, 2008

Here's to You, Painful Pimple Underneath my Skin



This one goes out to you, little red area I noticed about a week ago that slowly but surely becomes more painful with each passing day. Don't think I'm not aware what you're doing down there. I've been around the block enough times to know you're a zit in disguise, just waiting for the most opportune moment to break through the friendly confines of my skin and be as embarrassing as possible.

Oh sure, you tease me for awhile. At first you're nothing more than an apparent scratch. But then three days later you become a bit bumpy. Then, two days after that while blowing my nose, I get that irritating feeling that something is amiss. "What? You have a business meeting on Friday? Maybe I'll stop by!" you say with such contempt.

Granted I should have dealt with you at the first signs of danger, but I didn't. I was stupid to think you'd just go away. But here you are, six days after I caught you sneaking around beneath the surface, ready to pounce and make me look like a 15 year old. "Differin Gel? Ha! Not on my watch!"

It's become quite clear what stance you're taking, and I can't say I blame you. You've worked hard to grow strong and adapt to harsh conditions before making your debut. You know what it takes to survive in a world filled Proactiv and Noxema. As usual, you have me right where you want me.

So I'll be here, painful pimple underneath my skin. Hit me with your best shot. Until then, good night and good luck you opportunistic S.O.B..

Feb 27, 2008

Facebook Unsure of Penguins' Trade

A chuckle and head shake were all the more I could manage last night upon signing into Facebook and checking everyone's status. Roughly 50% of the 36 friends with recently updated profiles had their status set to their reaction about the Penguins trading Colby Armstrong, Erik Christensen, Angelo Esposito and whoever the other guy was for Thrasher's star Marion Hossa and some French guy. Some were "excited!", while others believed "Hossa's great, but not worth the price we payed," and there were the skeptics who remained "unsure :-/."

I'll follow the Pens, can't say I'm a diehard, but I give credit to those who are. Hockey is a tough sport to be a fan of. Your games are on Versus and the league is consistently fighting for its mainstream survival.

Back to the Facebook thing, the reason I got such a kick out of it is that, a few years ago, everyone a lot of people besides Scott and Cory trounced the Penguins and said they didn't care if they stayed in Pittsburgh or not. They claimed hockey sucked, the Penguins sucked and it wasn't worth wasting time following such a bum team. Many of these people are now thrilled with the team and can't imagine a Pittsburgh without them. I tend to agree.

How quickly many forgot the glory days of the 90's and the mania the Pens instilled. The rants of apathy for a once formidable organization and competitor for the other Pittsburgh sports team accompanied the Pens on their way to the basement of the NHL. This of course all changed when the Pens miraculously won the lottery draft after the lockout season and landed Sidney Crosby, who immediately regained the old fanbase while luring an entire new generation of fans to the Igloo.

I don't mean to say that the fandom displayed on Facebook is bad, I don't mean to make fun of Penguins fans, hell, I don't even really care to use the word 'fandom.' I just wonder where all these people were four years ago?

UPDATE: 10:15 am

Get ready for the 'RIP Myron' statuses tonight.

Feb 21, 2008

Lack of Green Contacts Frustrates Worker

BUTLER -- Local office worker Casey Boyd is disgruntled this morning due to the lack of 'available' Gmail contacts currently online.

The popular instant messaging software helps Boyd through the usually mundane and tiresome workdays.

"It's all I really have," Boyd said. "Like, last night Paul told me he had meetings basically all morning. There was no way to hide my disappointment, I knew it was gonna be a long day."

Boyd, like many other twentysomethings in the workplace, appreciates the solace and entertainment the Google-created "Gmail" e-mail service provides. When the company debuted the 'chat' option in 2005, many said goodbye to the old-time remedies they used during summer jobs or college classes.

"AIM [AOL Instant Messenger] Express is so three years ago," UPMC Admissions Coordinator Paul McCartney said. I have a BS in Accounting and an MBA in Management, there's no time to be pussy-footing around with Buddy Lists and away messages with the inability to see profiles,' McCartney continued.

Gmail users are happy with the ease of communication to the outside world during their not-so-busy times of the day.

"We like to afford office workers the ability to have a real-time conversation with their pals and at the same time e-mail crude forwards and pictures to those who've yet to be 'invited' to Gmail," Google co-founder Sergey Brin said.

Deloitte & Touche IT Consultant Ian Mavero is often away from his desk, but enjoys the myriad of messages left by Boyd, Adam Novak, Ryan Sullivan and Matt Brown when he returns.

"I work about 22 hours a day, so it's nice to know I still have friends out there enjoying themselves," Mavero said. "Sometimes I'm even able to respond to them if I get back quick enough."

As for the afternoon, Boyd is optimistic.

"Right now I have three messages going and hopefully a lot more to come. 'LOST' is on tonight so I'll probably chat with people about that, or maybe some financial stuff. It depends. I do have to be careful so I don't swear. 'NSFW' sucks, man. Hopefully later I'll be able to throw something on my sweet blog about it. Have I mentioned that yet? So awesome dude, check it out."

Boyd's post-lunch Contacts list

Feb 14, 2008

Maybe Congress can investigate the $900 trillion deficit

One of my work rotation sites, FreeMoneyFinance, had a post today mentioning the current onslaught by Congress into the various malfeasance's and underhanded tactics used by our professional sports leagues. The point of the discussion was to ponder whether Congress is too busy interrogating Roger Clemens and Bill Belichick to kind of sit back and focus on other things.

What do I mean by 'other things'? Oh I dunno, like the war? Or maybe the terrible economy? Trust me, I'd love nothing more for the Patriots to be found guilty of cheating during their Super Bowl years. I am from the Steel City, after all. While my opinion on steroids is somewhat neutral - if everyone was doing it, who cares? - I appreciate watching Roger Clemens fumble around like a sack-drunk Tommy Maddox as much as the next guy, but come on.

Does Arlen Specter really have so little to do that he needs to be taking initiative to go after the NFL?

Paul showed me an article today entitled: "Bernanke: 'Outlook For The Economy Has Worsened'"

Are you kidding me? Where has Ben Bernanke been for the past year that he's just now admitting that our economy has worsened? All of this is happening while the United States has a national deficit of somewhere near seven hundred million trillion dollars.

Feb 12, 2008

Here's to You, Spec of Unknown Substance in my Drink


Here's to you, little spec of grossness gracing the bottom of my drinking glass. Whether it's an iced tea, beer, Sprite or water, you're always infiltrating the friendly confines of my delicious beverage with your underhanded schemes and germs.

How do you get in there? From what I can tell, hunks of alien matter aren't falling from my skin, and God forbid you suggest I backwash. So, what gives?

Invariably, you create such a stir that I'm forced to waste my fluids and dump them in the nearest sink or drain. All I'm left with is the taste of an equally as cold, but not nearly as fulfilling, replacement that pales in comparison to the original.

So I curse you, spec of unknown substance in my drink. I damn you to hell.