Jay Carney resigned yesterday. You probably didn't hear about it. It wasnt discussed much in the news. Carney had been the White House press secretary for 3½ years. Now he has resigned from that demanding job to spend more time with his wife and 12-year-old son and 9-year-old daughter. Its said that financial reasons are also driving him back to the private sector, where he previously spent 21 years in journalism. Forty years ago, there was another resignation of a former journalist turned White House press secretary. This one did make all the newspapers, because it was in the aftermath of Watergate. And the man who resigned was my friends father! Well, friend is too strong a word. Karen and I both went to Oberlin College. As undergraduates, we sometimes shared a conversation at the same dinner table. I asked her out once. I never met her father.
Ive always been a bit of a nerd. (I identify with the guys on The Big Bang Theory.) Ive never gone out much. During college, as nearly as I can recall, I got up the courage to ask five different coeds on dates. However, Karen was the only one who turned me down, so I wasnt a total failure. Fortunately, I was unlike that kid at Santa Barbara who recently went on a killing spree because he hated girls who refused to go out with him. I knew better than to expect romance with anyone who was obviously out of my league in popularity. Those girls already had cool boyfriends, boys with whom I could never compete. So I accepted reality, as you can tell from my allegory in four chapters at the end of this article. Instead, I tried to interact with a girl as a person, a colleague, a friend. And sometimes, under the right circumstances, we agreed to attend a concert or something together.
But as I hinted earlier, theres more to the ter Horst tale, beginning with Oberlin's Mock Republican National Convention the following spring when Congressman Ford returned to campus. Five years later, in 1973, he was appointed to replace Spiro Agnew as Richard Nixons Vice-President. The year after that, the Watergate scandal forced Nixon to resign, and Ford became President himself. He promised a new era of openness and honesty. He appointed Jerald ter Horst to be his Presidential press secretary, to much applause from ter Horst's friends in the White House press corps.
A month later, in a surprise announcement, Ford issued a pardon to Nixon so that he would not be prosecuted for any Watergate misdeeds. I happened to think this was a good move. It was time for the nation to return to normalcy. Nixon had already been humiliated by having to quit the nations highest office in disgrace. Dragging him through multiple criminal trials would accomplish little besides prolonging Watergate for years, giving the lie to Fords inaugural promise: My fellow Americans, our long national nightmare is over. But others wanted to see Nixon behind bars. Many believe that Ford lost the Presidential election of 1976 because he had let Nixon go scot-free in 1974. Jerald ter Horst also thought the pardon was a bad idea. For one thing, he had been telling reporters every day what he believed to be true, that Ford had no intention of pardoning Nixon. Then Ford proved him wrong. His boss had thrown him under the bus, and he had lost much of his credibility with the reporters. However, there was a bigger issue of fairness. He wrote the President, I cannot in good conscience support your decision to pardon former President Nixon even before he has been charged with the commission of any crime. As your spokesman, I do not know how I could credibly defend that action in the absence of a like decision to grant absolute pardon to the young men who evaded Vietnam military service as a matter of conscience and the absence of pardons for former aides and associates of Mr. Nixon. ... Try as I can, it is impossible to conclude that the former President is more deserving of mercy than persons of lesser station in life whose offenses have had far less effect on our national wellbeing. So Karens dad resigned as a matter of principle, after only one month. The next year, he received the Conscience-in-Media Award from the American Society of Journalists and Authors. I had nothing to do with it.
But she cleaned up nicely for the actual ceremony on February 8. Hours into the show, just after the lighting of the cauldron by Mike Eruzione and his hockey teammates from the 1980 Miracle on Ice, the 19-year-old Miss Rimes began the finale by singing Light the Fire Within with the Olympic flame burning behind her.
She was accompanied by the 83-member Utah Symphony, and singers from the Utah Opera, and the choristers of The Madeleine Choir School, and 695 Children of Light carrying lanterns. Also, I think there were several thousand candles. Light the fire, indeed. And for all my Pennsylvania neighbors who last week won the freedom to marry, for whom the night has been too lonely and the road has been too long, and you thought that love is only for the lucky and the strong, here's another performance by this wannabe vocalist.
MAY 27, 2024 THIS YEAR'S CEREMONY The college from which I graduated 55 years ago held its annual Commencement this morning in Ohio. I watched online. I was surprised by the number of Asian names that were read during the awarding of diplomas. An app offered live captions of the procedings in Mandarin, Japanese, Vietnamese, Korean, Hindi, Arabic, and Spanish. Oberlin has always been a center of activism, but as far as I could tell, today's ceremony was not significantly disrupted by demonstrations. The exception: one minute when a group of students chanted Free, free, free Palestine!
The
Commencement speaker, Rhiannon Giddens of the Class of 2000 (1:26 to
1:48), did ask the graduating students to join her in a song by Peggy Seeger:
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Other speakers included Jan Weintraub Cobb of the Class of 1971, now the President of the Alumni Leadership Council. I remember working with Jan at WOBC radio. And the class of 2024's student speaker was Julia Maskin, who hosted a WOBC program for three years. Additional alumni, including yet another of my WOBC colleagues, have addressed the Palestinian crisis in thoughtful online posts that raise Dangerous Questions.
Davina's mother-in-law is bedridden with a fever. Can a compassionate stranger help her? And just who is the stranger? Read about his Pastoral Visit.
You say fish don't have ears? Of course they do! It's true that unlike elephants and humans, fish don't have big flaps of cartilage and skin on either side of their heads. We mammals have evolved those outer ears (called auricles or pinnas) to collect the vibrations of the insubstantial air and funnel them to the inner ear, where hearing actually happens. On the other hand, fish move through the denser medium of water. Big floppity flip-flaps wouldn't focus sounds; they would only interfere with swimming. However, fish do have tiny stones in their heads which move in response to sound vibrations, triggering signals to the brain. It's similar to how human hearing works. So writes McKenzie Prillaman in the March 9, 2024, edition of Science News. And what are the fish listening to? For a large part, each other. Prillaman says, Humans have known for millennia that fish are noisy creatures. They may rub or click their bony structures together, contract certain muscles to drum the gas-filled swim bladder, or vibrate stretched tendons in fins. Michelle Schärer-Umpierre has been studying underwater sounds in the Caribbean for the past two decades, including a monthly reproductive cycle. That's something else that's similar to humans. Male red hind groupers, she reports, make distinct noises when fighting over territory, courting females, and preparing to release sperm to fertilize eggs. The latter sound consists of nonstop singing for a few hours on nights around the full moon, otherwise known as the females' time of the month. We humans might have inherited more from our evolutionary ancestors than we think. If you ask us which way is up, we might imagine an arrow from the point of our jaw to our forehead. But what if our head is tilted? Up is a different direction! Fortunately, we never got rid of the rocks in our heads. We simply repurposed them to be part of an inertial guidance system, like a spacecraft. Within the inner ear, otoconia are small crystals of calcium carbonate in the horizontally-oriented utricule and the vertically-oriented saccule. When acceleration moves them one way or the other, they stimulate sensitive hair cells whose signals help the brain's spreadsheet keep track of our head's latest orientation. Isn't that great?
In May of 1888, the editor warned gardeners not to buy small packets of seeds from possibly dishonest purveyors. It often happens, he said, that only a few seeds will actually grow. In the fall, what remains of these seeds are gathered up and mixed with the seeds of the coming year and sold again. The best way to avoid such imposition is to raise your own seed, dried and stored away.
It appears that Richwood was a dry town that banned liquor while its neighbor to the east was not. In May of 1913 the paper reported that fellows from Richwood have been causing Prospect officials untold trouble by going over there and getting drunk. Finally, Prospect asked Richwoods Mayor M.W. Hill to supply a black list of Richwood people to whom booze should not be sold. Mayor Hill promptly supplied Mayor Hough with over a dozen names. When those affected learned of this, they became madder than old wet hens and in no uncertain terms told Mayor Hill just what they thought of him and asserted that they intend to move out of town, but to date have not acted on that extremity. Also in May of 1913, the Electric Light Plant had a failure. Until new parts arrived, the town was in total darkness from Friday until Tuesday. The residents were compelled to fall back on coal oil [kerosene], gasoline, acetylene and other methods of illumination. But the shopkeepers may not have minded the first night of darkness on Friday, because that same spring the business houses had agreed to close at 5:30 pm on Tuesdays and Fridays to give their clerks a couple of nights off. The merchants expected to hear complaints, but instead, customers commended the stores for giving clerks time to themselves. Im reminded of the time 43 years later that my father unilaterally decided to close his doors at noon on Saturdays, for similar reasons. Nowadays most stores can stay open for longer hours because they've hired more than one shift of employees. Model T Fords were not powerful enough in May of 1913 for drag racing. But motorcycles were, and young bikers were frightening their elders. The roads between here and Marion have become Sunday speedways for flying motorcycles.
In May of 1938, Richwood High School seniors came to class on the final Friday of the school year with the girls dressed in short dresses and hair ribbons and the boys in short pants in celebration of senior day. We had something similar in my era three decades later, except the seniors didnt dress like little kids; they dressed in scruffy clothes that would not normally be good enough to wear to school. I think we called it Senior Slop Day or something like that. Nowadays office workers call it Casual Friday. And in May of 1963, the four local auto dealerships held a six-inning old timers ball game on Memorial Day evening. Although I was a high school sophomore at the time, I dont remember this at all even though the game was umpired by my father, Chevrolet dealer Vernon Thomas, along with Plymouth dealer Bernard Benton. According to the newspaper preview, the two teams represented Swartz Motors Ford, with Claud Casey Swartz and Whimp Advisor Jordan, and Gruber-Reidenbaugh Pontiac, with Merle Slow Ball Gruber and Jack The Man Reidenbaugh. Both sides have an exceptional lineup of slow and hard-hitting talent, with a few openings on both sides for local volunteers who have their wills and life insurance policies made out.
MAY 15, 2024 HOLD MY ADS Is this any way to run a newscast? With no ads at all in the first half, then a second half which is 60% commercials, mostly for obscure pharmaceuticals with weird made-up names like Ultomiris and Amminadab* and Xiidra? It seems like an odd format, but the advertisers look at the ratings and smile. I crunch the numbers in All the News for Now. *Actually Amminadab is not the name of a drug. It was the name of Aaron's father-in-law [Exodus 6:23, Matthew 1:4].
MAY 13, 2024 DON'T WANT TO RETRACE MY STEPS
MAY 10, 2024 CAN'T YOU READ THE SIGN? As far back as the 1970s, graphics were created by inkers and sign painters. One of them was a colleague of mine, though that wasn't his main job. Nowadays, however, hand-painted placards are being replaced by printed plastic sheets, as well as by illuminated roadside pixels that you drive past too fast to comprehend.
Faced with a difficult situation, sometimes we try to find a silver bullet that will provide an easy answer. Silver bullets are a metaphor for simple solutions to complicated problems, writes columnist Landon Y. Jones. In folklore across many cultures, a bullet made of silver is the only way to kill a werewolf or devil. However, he adds, real-world experiments suggest silver bullets are less accurate than lead ones, and they wreak less havoc. Of course! Its simple physics. Check out this chart of various metals, with their densities in grams per cubic centimeter.
For two projectiles of the same size, the mass of a silver bullet is 8% less than that of a lead bullet. With only 92% of the momentum, the silver bullet will be slightly less stable in flight and will do less damage when it hits the werewolf. But there are other options. Compared to silver, gold is 84% heavier and platinum is 104% heavier. Bullets made from these precious metals would be much more effective. However, they would cost about 70 times as much as silver and 1,400 times as much as lead. A more practical choice, with essentially the same density as gold: depleted uranium (DU), a byproduct of enriching fuel for nuclear reactors. The military loads DU projectiles into some of its weapons, such as the 30mm rotary cannon on the A-10 Warthog aircraft. You want depleted uranium bullet, kemo sabe?
MAY 4, 2024 PLANET WARFARE As a former physics major, one of the cable TV networks I've bookmarked as a favorite is, of course, the Science Channel. However, most of their programs don't measure up to the PBS series Nova. More often, they're tabloid-quality investigations of the alleged Bermuda Triangle and NASA's Unexplained Files. What on Earth? was the channel's most-watched series when it debuted more than nine years ago. Preview descriptions of episodes almost always begin with Satellite images capture bizarre structures. The narrator will pretend to be baffled about these unexpected contours until experts can approach them at ground level. On a recent weekend they found, and I quote: An ancient amphitheater with a history steeped in gladiatorial bloodshed. A 19th century Apache fortification linked to a treacherous migrant route. A derelict WWII munitions factory. The largest aircraft storage facility on Earth and the rotting remains of a defining moment in Cold War history. A hidden NATO doomsday communications bunker. A lost Soviet-era military compound and the development of a catastrophic electromagnetic weapon. What does it tell us that the strange shapes all turn out to be relics of humans fighting humans?
The two grew up separately and married others. However, after her death 16 years later, Dante began writing poems dedicated to her memory. In the last part of his narrative poem The Divine Comedy, Beatrice appears as his guide, finally ascending again to her rightful place in heaven.
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