DEC. 28, 2015 ROW BRIDGE, LOW BRIDGE
Less than a mile from my apartment, theres a Bridge Street without a bridge. How come? My explanation is in an article called Everybody Down!
Television manufacturers, having failed to convince enough of us to invest in three-dimensional TVs, have essentially given up on that idea. Theyve moved on from 3D to 4K.
Ultra HD, or 4K, boasts over eight million pixels. That's four times as many as HD. To accommodate so many tiny dots, the screen has to be bigger too large for my little one-person apartment. Besides, as far as I'm concerned, ordinary HD usually offers enough detail.
I also get along fine without 3D, both for TV and for movies. Production techniques can be employed to depict the third dimension without requiring special glasses.
DEC. 13, 2015 WHAT IS IT, GIRL?
An episode earlier this year of ABCs sitcom Last Man Standing began with a couple trying to sleep. The neighbors dog was barking again. The first 17 seconds of dialogue included three very dated jokes.
DEC. 8, 2015 ALARMED CLICHÉS
Wake up, America! Some people actually disagree with me! They have attitudes they're trying to shove down our throats! Thats the frantic warning in many embittered letters to the editor and postings on social media.
For example, someone called dankies213 wrote: People are always complaining that they don't like religion shoved down their throat, when Hollywood shoves beauty and looking good down our throats and no one complains about that really.
And someone named David Nedlin posted last week: Maybe now some people will wake up & listen to me when I say we have to deport & eliminate ALL Muslims & Gather up ALL illegal firearms & execute their owners. Think thats too extreme? Maybe someday a loved one of yours will be SHOT DEAD & then you may change your mind. Wake up, people or you will be next!
Im tired of being told that Im being duped, because others are somehow forcing me to swallow their ideas. Im tired of being told that Im sleeping through reality, because Im hesitant to eliminate all Muslims and kill gun owners.
At a minimum, we need new metaphors.
DEC. 2, 2015 REVERSE GROUNDHOG DAY
The Pittsburgh region experienced its warmest November since 1931, and it still hasn't snowed here. Zelienople Zeke, a groundhog I just made up, predicts six more weeks of autumn before the really abominable weather arrives. Lets hope hes right.
At the end of last snow season, Scott Sturgis wrote a column on lessons learned from winter driving. Im happy to say that I followed all three of his insights (slow down, use an all-wheel-drive car, and respect the laws of physics), and I didnt have any trouble. When the frozen precipitation finally does arrive this time, lets hope everything goes equally smoothly.
NOV. 26, 2015 HELLO, FTP?
Therefore, there may be delays before you see my latest postings. But I dont have time right now to troubleshoot the issue.
You see, this week Ive been preparing graphics for the big WPIAL football extravaganza. Tomorrow is our set day to load them into the TV remote truck at Heinz Field. Then on Saturday, for the ninth straight year, Ill be behind the keyboard for our ROOT Sports telecasts of regional high school championship games in four different classes. Its a 17-hour work day with no meal breaks.
This will probably be the last year for the quadruple-header in its current format. Pennsylvania is adding two more classes for high school football next season, and theres no way we can televise six games in one day. Four is hard enough. But the WPIAL is considering alternate arrangements, so well see what develops.
NOV. 20, 2015 THE MINSTREL OF THE DAWN
I was a morning radio disk jockey, briefly, back in 1969. One day a week on campus radio station WOBC near Cleveland, I played Top 40 hits on Sunrise! from 6:00 to 8:00 AM.
The station had been silent for several hours when I fired up the transmitter at 5:59, read the sign-on continuity, and played my first record. Almost all of my fellow students were still in bed, upstairs in their various dormitories, and I was theoretically waking them up. I imagined myself as their alarm clock.
What was that first record? It varied from week to week, of course. But when Gordon Lightfoot released a certain album the following year, the thought occurred to me: Had this been in the record library when I was a DJ, the first song on it would have been a good opening theme.
It begins quietly, without introduction. Gordon Lightfoot breaks the morning silence by proclaiming:
Hes trying to get into things more happy than blue, Lightfoot sings of the minstrel.
Then his 12-string guitar picks up the tempo, getting into the happier, more energetic rock tunes I would play on Sunrise!
But I worried about the mention, later in the lyrics, of Stepin Fetchit. That shambling black character, portrayed in old movies by Will Rogerss friend Lincoln Perry, pretended to be "The Laziest Man in the World." Should we be celebrating this racist stereotype? It wasn't until recently, more than four decades later, that I did a little research on Stepin Fetchit.
By the 1960s, Perry had left that character behind. Now, he said, I do stand-up comedy. No takes from the old movies. That age is gone. (Quotes from Shuffling to Ignominy: The Tragedy of Stepin Fetchit, by Champ Clark.)
Once he was performing in Cleveland. My wife and I were just voted the good-neighbor award. We even went out and burned our own cross. My grandfather was one of the first politicians in Mississippi. Yeah, he ran for the borders. Lightfoot was singing in another club across the street and caught Perrys act several times. This information allows us to have a poignant perspective on the lyrics, which Ive rearranged somewhat.
NOV. 14, 2015 A CAMERA ON A WALL?
NOV. 8, 2015 RED STATES, GREEN STATES
As an eighth-grade student in 1960, I followed the unusually close Presidential election campaign. From school I had obtained the map you see below. I added little rectangles for the states of Alaska and Hawaii, which were too new to have outlines of their own. For each state I wrote in its number of electoral votes.
Then, 55 years ago tonight, I was glued to the TV as the returns came in. Whenever Walter Cronkite and his colleagues called a state for Republican Richard Nixon, I colored in that state with a red pencil. And when they declared that Democrat John F. Kennedy had won a state, I used a green pencil. (Had I been aware of 21st-century coloring rules, these would have been blue states, not green.)
When I had to go to bed we did have school the next day, you know the results of some far western states were still uncertain. Alaska hadnt been called at all, and California and Hawaii had been called incorrectly, as it turned out.
What about that area in Mississippi and Alabama that I colored chartreuse? Most people there had sworn never to vote for a hated Yankee from the Republican party, the party of Lincoln. But they didnt like the liberal Democratic nominee either. Their uncommitted electoral votes eventually went to a conservative Democrat, Harry Byrd of Virginia. Nevertheless, Kennedy was elected, in large part because the key state of Illinois narrowly remained green.
The liberal Democrats subsequently passed civil rights legislation. That provoked Southern bigots to abandon the party and actually vote Republican. Eight years later, when Nixon ran again, only two states south of West Virginia went to Democrat Hubert Humphrey. Even today the South consists mostly of red states.
NOV. 2, 2015 TUBES
Construct an empty tube from here to there. Insert a cylinder containing documents, or even people. Use compressed air to push the cylinder from one end to the other.
Its a simple concept that powered New York Citys first subway. It also powered New York's pneumatic tube mail, which carried letters from downtown to Harlem in only 20 minutes under the streets. The early subway closed in 1873 and the mail system in 1953, but when I was a boy, an Ohio department store still used pneumatic tubes to whoosh customers money upstairs to the office and return with their change.
Many bank branches employ this technology even today. We used to drive up to a bank branch's window and pass things back and forth to the teller using a sliding drawer. Nowadays tubes and intercoms allow us to interact with a teller who can be somewhere else inside the building.
This bank in nearby Russellton, PA, needed a drive-through like that, but the only available land was across the river. Excuse me, across Little Deer Creek. Solution: bridge the creek with an 80-foot tube. Mega-pneumatics in action.