Sunday, February 3, 2019

CELEBRITY ENDORSEMENTS

What they're saying about Jim's provocative blog:

--"Джим - забавный парень, но он не Яков Смирнов!" (Jim's a funny guy, but he's no Yakof Smirnoff!  Nyet!")--Vladimir Putin
--"Я думаю, мы могли бы использовать такого парня, как Джим."  (I think we could use a guy like Jim!)--Sergey Kislyak, Russian ambassador to the United States.
--"He's from this country, Mexicans don't read him, so that's good enough for me."--Donald Trump
--"The one thing I didn't delete from my private server."--Hillary Clinton
--"Jimaschizzle!"--Calvin Cordozar Broadus, Jr. (aka Snoop Dogg)
--"The one thing I DO read!"--Sarah Palin
--"The most fun you can have with your clothes on (but DO take a shower afterwards)."--Dick Cavett

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POPCORN

By Jim Szantor

Rhetorical questions, questionable rhetoric and whimsical observations 
about the absurdities of contemporary life
  • As much as I dread another polar vortex, I think I'd be more concerned about a bipolar vortex.  (Not that there's anything wrong with that.)
  • Copbmwy, skizntrit and wazlstirn: (Just thought I'd report the latest Verification Words I had to type in to e-mail some articles to a friend.  I'm sure you enjoy doing that as much as I do.)
  • I'm not just having senior moments, I'm having a senior year!
  • Poor Donald Trump:  He was born with a silver foot in his mouth!
  • When did guys start getting haircuts that look like the barber had a seizure  . . . and kept on cutting?  
  • There will never be a Mitch McConnell Lookalike Contest.
  • I keep getting Ivanka and Melania Trump mixed up.  One is the First Daughter and the other is the First Arm Candy, but I can't remember which is which.
  • Now that we're in the era of destination weddings, how far off are destination funerals?
  • Made all of your President’s Day plans yet?  There’s still time.
  • Maybe we should have a Vice President’s Day too.  You’d still have to go to work, but you wouldn’t have to do anything.
  • President’s Day is nice and all, but who really looks forward to it---aside from government workers?  I propose a holiday that would hold more satisfaction for the rest of us: Turnabout Day, based on "turnabout's fair play."  A way to correct a power imbalance we all endure.
  • On Turnabout Day—and you’d get to pick your own date each year—your doctor would have to get naked in front of you, and your accountant or financial adviser would have to show you his or her tax return!
  • I don't like action flicks, special-effects movies, sci-fi extravaganzas, costume dramas, outrageously lame sequels  or Adam Sandler.  In other words, I don't go to the movies.
  • jimjustsaying's Word That Doesn't Exist But Should of the Month: "Magnagram." n.  Any sign that takes on new meaning when one of its magnetic letters falls off.--"More Sniglets," Rich Hall and Friends.  (As in _RUG STORE.)
  • "Mr. Cohen served as rabbit of the synagogue for many years." (Duluth, Minn. Tribune) via "Still More Press Boners," by Earle Tempel.
  • The Chinese Zodiac place mat  at the restaurant said I was a weasel based on the year I was born, and when the waiter found out, he made me pay in advance!  (Needless to say, I didn't tip in advance!  Weasels tend to be notoriously forgetful . . . .)
  • If you drink two five-hour energy shots, do you get 10 hours of energy? Or five hours of double energy?--Kendall Baker, Axios
  • As more and more stores go cashless and even cashier-less for the sake of efficient checkout experiences for customers, a clear group will be left out: the poor, and, in particular, unbanked people who may have low credit or work jobs that only pay in cash. --The Atlantic
  • There are people--and they know who they are--who don't really laugh at jokes as much as they sign off on them.  ("Yeah, that's funny . . . .")  You could call it the CEO Syndrome.  (Or fill in your own uncomplimentary word before Syndrome.)
  • Redundancy patrol:   "Advance warning," "basic fundamentals," "closed fist."
  • Miguel Rodencito.  That, if you haven't already guessed, is "Mickey Mouse" in Spanish.  (Literally, "Michael Little Rodent.")
  • (Sponge Bob Square Pants?  That would be Esponja Menearse Plaza Pantalones! Who else would tell you these things?)
  • Why do snack foods like potato chips have actual expiration dates on them . . . and food items like crackers and cookies have some indecipherable code?  Who makes these decisions?  Did Congress pass a Consumer Confusion Act when we weren’t looking?
  • What's the difference between an epoch and an era?  (Maybe an era is an epoch that got more ink.)
  • As a public service and a great time-saver, here is jimjustsaying's  "Privacy Notices Made Simple":
  • "We can do anything we want, and you can't do anything about it, unless your battery of attorneys is bigger than ours.  Thank you and get lost."
  • Eightieth Wisconsin Town I Didn't Know Existed Until I Saw It Mentioned in a Green Bay Press-Gazette Obituary: Lark, Wis.. (R.I.P., Ramond C. "Chuck" Schmitt, Green Bay Press-Gazette obituary, Nov. 1, 2017).  Previous entries: Athelstane, Walhain, Duck Creek, Breed, Anston, Sobieski, Amberg, Osseo, Angelica, Brazeau, Waukechon, Sugar Camp, Kossuth, Lessor, Kunesh, Pulcifer, Cato, Florence, Greenleaf, Eaton, Poygan, Hofa Park, Hilbert, Hollandtown, Beaufort, Glennie, Harshaw, Bessemer, Crooked Lake, Tigerton, Goodman, Readstown, Dousman, Butternut, Montpelier, Cecil, Red River, Gillet, King, Laona, Kelly Lake, Glenmore, Tonet, Stiles, Morrison, Dunbar, Askeaton, Wild Rose, Neopit, Ellisville, Pickett, Flintville,  Forest Junction, Thiry Daems, Black Creek,  Mountain, Ledgeview, Lunds, Suring, Lakewood, Beaver, Cloverleaf Lakes, Krakow, Pella, Townsend, Vandenbroek, Coleman, Spruce, Armstrong Creek, Lake Gogebic, North Chase, Navarino, Pequot Lakes, Buchanan,  Rio Creek, Humboldt, Mill Center, Carlton and White Potato Lake.
  • Today's Latin lesson:  Is dico may exsisto recorded pro palaestra voluntas.  ("This call may be recorded for training purposes.")

THE QUOTE RACK

The gig economy didn’t deliver
Two experts on the “gig economy” now say the Great Recession made them overestimate its growth.  Economists Alan Kreuger and Lawrence Katz said in a 2015 study that a growing number of people cobbling together a living from odd jobs, especially via apps like Uber, would upend traditional work arrangements.  That didn’t happen.  The predictions were driven off base by a downturn in which workers sought odd jobs to make ends meet.  Then as the economy returned to normal, they returned to more familiar work arrangements.  The researchers also blame spotty data from the Labor Department, which had repeatedly sought, but been denied, funding for a survey that examined contingent and alternative workers.
--Josh Zumbrun, Wall Street Journal

Where do experts stand on cannabidiol (CBD)?
Research may be sparse, but unlike, say, crystals and healing bracelets, CBD clearly does have biological effects.  “I think there is a legitimate medicine here,” says CNN chief medical correspondent Dr. Sanjay Gupta, a neurosurgeon.  “We’re talking about something that could really help people.”  

That said, there is plenty of skepticism that CBD is a magical elixir.  “There’s an enormous placebo effect,” said Dr. Margaret Haney, director of Columbia University’s Marijuana Research Laboratory.  “If you go in with this expectation, with all of society saying this will cure whatever ails you, it often will.”  Some call CBD “the new avocado toast”—a fad for wellness obsessives—but DeLand, the ad exec, believes that CBD’s benefits will be confirmed or debunked before too long.  “The future of this industry,” he said, “is going to be based on fact, not fiction.”
--The Week
Why China poses the greatest threat
China is America’s biggest rival, and despite the media’s obsession with Vladimir Putin, “Russia isn’t even close.   American journalists are primarily focused on Russia because Trump’s friendly posture toward Putin fits their narrative of Russian collusion in the 2016 election.  But China poses a far more serious  geopolitical threat.   Its rapidly growing economy dwarfs Russia’s; indeed, China is on track to challenge the U.S. for global economic supremacy.  China is also engaged in a massive military buildup, and its adventurism in the South China Sea and establishment of military bases and ports throughout East Asia signals its grand ambitions as a true global power.

At the same time, China is seeking technological supremacy on the world stage, as it expands its hacking abilities and theft of intellectual property while it attempts to establish a faster, 5G telecom network throughout the world.  At home, Chinese President Xi Jinping is strengthening his Orwellian control of his country’s 1.4 billion citizens, who have no choice but to obey the Communist Party’s dictates.  Putin’s Russia  is hanging onto the vestiges of a bygone era,, but China is forging a new era—one it intends to lead.
--Kenny Xu, TheFederalist.com

Why 2018 was the best year ever
Everyone knows that the world is going to hell, but let me try to make the case that 2018 was actually the best year in human history.   It’s the nature of the news business to focus on disasters, war, starvation, and environmental threats, but such coverage leaves most people spectacularly misinformed.  In polls, 90 percent of Americans say global poverty is getting worse or not improving; in fact, poverty is rapidly retreating. In the early 1980s, 44 percent of the world’s population lived in extreme poverty—defined as less than $2 per person per day.  

Now fewer than 10 percent live in extreme poverty. Every day on average last year, 295,000 people gained electricity for the first time, 305,000 got clean drinking water for the first time, and another 620,000 were hooked up to the Internet.  Lifespans and literacy are rapidly increasing. It may seem “Pollyannaish” to celebrate these victories, but a failure to acknowledge global progress can leave people feeling hopeless and ready to give up.  What has already been accomplished should show us what is possible and help fuel our efforts to make the world a better place.
--Nicholas Kristof, New York Times

Bus tickets won’t fix the economy
Big cities are no longer the places struggling Americans can find opportunity and prosperity.  That’s a surprise, because economic data show that employment growth in the U.S. over the past decade has occurred almost entirely in big cities.  It turns out, though, that living in these places only pays off if you have a college degree.  For those who don’t, big-city wages have stagnated while housing costs have soared. 

This is bad news for those who subscribe to the “Greyhound theory of economic growth” and believe that residents of economically troubled regions should just get a bus ticket out.  In fact, research shows that urban middle-class jobs for those with middle-tier skills—in fields such as manufacturing and administration—are vanishing.  Newcomers wind up working low-skill jobs with low wages and little opportunity for advancement. 

Telling Americans that they should leave job-starved places like upstate New York isn’t the answer to economic malaise. Most people have already grasped this truth, which is why the share of Americans who moved last year, 11 percent, was the lowest on record.  If we want to make the economy work for everyone it has been failing, we need to raise pay in the big cities.  And stop talking about leaving the small towns for dead.
--Henry Grabar, Slate.com

Get rid of Wi-Fi dead zones
When your home seems like a Wi-Fi death trap, it’s time to invest in a mesh Wi-Fi router system.  Unlike a stand-alone, traditional router that struggles with long distances, a mesh is a team of routers  that can  blanket your home with connectivity.  There’s a main base station that connects to your broadband modem—the black box you likely got from your Internet provider—and then several smaller routers to place around your house.  Systems cost about $120 to $500—well worth it if you think about all the money you waste on monthly Internet connection that you can barely use. This may be the most underrated home technology of the past five years.
--Joanna Stern, Wall Street Journal
The original border fence
The first federally funded border fence went up in 1911. But it wasn’t built to keep people out.  Instead, it was meant to stop tick-infested cattle from wandering into the U.S.  The tick-borne disease Texas fever decimated herds on both sides of the southern border at the start of the century, driving up beef prices.  While the disease was nearly eradicated in the U.S., it remained prevalent in Mexico.  The Saturday Evening Post described the fence as “the finest barbed-wire boundary line in the history of the world,” but it was only somewhat effective.  

The border region has since seen repeated outbreaks of Texas fever, including as recently as 2017. The U.S. Department of Agriculture still employs mounted “tick riders” to patrol the border for wandering cattle crossing over from Mexico. “As long as there’s cattle across the river, or horses,” said USDA inspector Jorge Solis, “we’ll continue to have this problem.” 
--The Week

THE LINK TANK

Can Schultz help end our addiction to government debt?
Starbucks CEO needs to serve us more than wishy-washy words
https://www.chicagotribune.com/news/opinion/chapman/ct-perspec-chapman-schultz-deficit-president-democrats-0203-20190201-story.html#nt=oft13a-10gp1

Twitter is the crystal meth of newsrooms
The social media platform is a drug that insinuates itself into our vulnerabilities
https://www.washingtonpost.com/opinions/twitter-is-the-crystal-meth-of-newsrooms/2019/01/25/2bd5e0a2-20d9-11e9-8b59-0a28f2191131_story.html?fbclid=IwAR38wVYTFoEgkZNPUvc44QtwScG9s81YfmFVgkUjs5amGEGz9B3so-m-FQ8

Could Black English mean a prison sentence?
Court stenographers often misunderstand Black English, and the mistakes could affect people's lives at critical junctures
http://links.e.theatlantic.com/ctt?kn=43&ms=MjA5NjYxMDgS1&r=MzEwMTU3MzQ3NjUyS0&b=0&j=MTQ0MDAxNTgxMgS2&mt=1&rt=0

How to win an argument
Don’t lead with your strongest points. Anticipate miscommunication. Lower your voice.
https://www.nytimes.com/2019/01/31/magazine/how-to-win-an-argument.html

Will we miss women's magazines when they're gone?
Once a niche-filler, now just one of many with the same message
http://go.pardot.com/e/273262/ry-html-utm-term--2a2f20be18c0/sqvb8/315653413?h=4shlGmE8PaRLRn3NTULhsMYA035jGqp4MCAONC7zS0M

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THE SOCRATIC METHOD?

As Socrates famously wrote, "The unexamined life is not worth living." One would well posit  that the unchallenged life is not worth living.  Or, if it is,  not as satisfying.

Most of my music-related activity since leaving the Air Force Band in late 1969 has been as an author and critic, my playing restricted solely to playing along with records at home.

Soloist Jim Szantor as lead alto David Bixler gives the cutoff on the final chord.

But that changed on Aug. 11 when I performed as a guest soloist on clarinet with the fabled Birch Creek Jazz Orchestra, a big band made up of some of the best jazz players in the country, comprising as they do the faculty that teaches the students who come to Egg Harbor in Door County for two-week sessions of intensive training and performance opportunities.  It's sort of a musical boot camp but with kindly but highly decorated instructors.  

My feature spot was "Ballad for Benny" a tune written by the late, great jazz composer and saxophonist Oliver Nelson, who was commissioned by Benny Goodman to write new material for the band's historic 1962 tour of the Soviet Union.   It was such a  significant cultural/political event back then that Walter Cronkite often led the CBS Nightly News with the band's latest exploits.

The 17-piece Birch Creek Jazz Orchestra prior to my introduction.


This tune was recorded by the Oliver Nelson Orchestra (with the great Phil Woods in a rare outing on clarinet instead of his usual lustrous alto sax) but never performed publicly in this country--till now.  If you do an internet search on some of the illustrious players in the band behind me --Dennis Mackrel, Clay Jenkins, Doug Stone, David Bixler, Tanya Darby, to name a few--you'll see why I'm so proud to have been selected to perform with them.


Part of the evening's program.
It was an oppressively muggy night (close to 100 percent humidity) in the un-air-conditioned hall, making intonation more of a challenge than usual. It took some months of chipping away at the rust that had accumulated over the years on my woodwind chops, but I was determined to have one last dance, so to speak, with the idiom that I have loved for a lifetime.  To paraphrase the late Karl Wallenda of the famed aerial troupe The Flying Wallendas, "Life is the bandstand.  The rest is just waiting."  

Luckily for me, the wait is over.



55th High School Reunion Essay


From Red Devils to Gray Devils (or, 73 is the new 61)

By Jim Szantor

It has been a long and winding road that brings the Class of '61 to Reunion Weekend.   A time when we can take our noses out of our devices and communicate the best possible way--face to face.  We've come so far and seen so much, but on this occasion it's all about something that we can never get enough of--living in the moment with people who matter to us.  Some of us may say more to each other this weekend than we did when we were in the same building on a daily basis.  Reunions can be strange that way.

We've gone our separate ways in many ways, but there are bonds that can never be separated, and Mary D. Bradford was a big part of that.  Some of the connections we treasure started before that, some came after.  But we're so fortunate to have them.  There's no app for that.

Our birth dates and graduation dates were bookended by two presidents known mainly by their initials (FDR and JFK), with some of us then sent off to an unpopular war by LBJ.  (OMG!)  Somehow we survived anti-war and race riots, three high-profile assassinations and thought we were living in turbulent times then.  Little did we know.

We've reached the time of our lives when, as is often said, it seems as if we're having breakfast every 20 minutes and a doctor's appointment every 20 days.   And if our waistlines have expanded, so have our vocabularies.  Unfortunately, many of our new  words end in "itis," "oscopy" or "ectomy" (with a few "ograms" thrown in for good measure.)  Some of us are lucky enough to have original factory equipment, but others seem to be doing just fine with replacement parts.  Our mileage may vary accordingly.

Our lives since high school have had similar arcs (higher education, marriage and careers, exhilarating highs and devastating lows, medical battles won and lost), but no two narratives are alike, with their surprising and fortuitous twists, unexpected and unfortunate turns.  We'll talk about them, tell stories--funny and otherwise--we may have told before.  But underneath it all is something strangely and poignantly wistful that is easier to experience than to explain.  A tear or two may flow, but laughter will carry the day.  To borrow a title from my favorite song of those cherished Bradford years, "It's All in the Game."

We'll reminisce about the sweet used-to-be, a time when you could get on a plane without getting undressed, when mosquitoes were occasional nuisances instead of winged assassins, and a Christmas gift might be one of those wildly irresponsible vintage toys of our youth--the chemistry set--the better to conduct home experiments with the ammonium nitrate now prized by rogue terrorists.

Our first cars are quaint relics now (it's cringe-inducing to contemplate how crude and dangerous they really were), but how treasured they were then!  Apples were something we ate; Steve Jobs was just 6 years old on our Graduation Day and hadn't decided to change the world just yet.  Amazon was a river in South America, a tweet was a sound produced by a bird, and Google was the name of a comic-strip character whose first name, if you don't remember it, can be learned if you use his last name to find it, using a device probably within arm's reach.

Culturally, a maverick from Mississippi named Elvis Presley was viewed as outrageous by some as the fabled Generation Gap reared its head, writ large.  No one envisioned such outre performers as Alice Cooper, Madonna and Sid Vicious and others of inexplicable popularity.  Thus, rap and hip-hop aren't likely to be heard at the Chateau on our special night; Snoop Dogg won't be making the playlist.  We'll hear many oldies and savor the memories they conjure up as the sound track of our youth plays on.

We'll survey the years and laugh about the clothes we wore, the "what were we thinking?" misadventures and the gasoline we burned going around in circles downtown.   We took ourselves perhaps too seriously at times but at least took no "selfies."  (And what about that sheepskin we worked so hard to get?  All we got was a piece of paper!   I, for one, still feel cheated and have thus given my graduation an Incomplete.  But that's just me.)

Our graduates include at least two doctors that I know of, perhaps a lawyer or three, but most likely no Indian chiefs.  Scanning the yearbook, some wonderful names pop out--a Jane Eyre and a Thomas Wolfe, whom I dearly hope can come home again.   The Annex may be gone but still stands tall in our memories.  It rained on our scheduled Graduation Day, a happenstance that turned out to be more of a innocuous oddity than an ill omen.

We'll share some of our epic Kodak moments, those occasions when someone was bound to say, "Great Grandma is probably looking down on us with a big proud smile."  (To explore the thought of other moments when Great Grandma was looking down on us is a thought too unsettling to pursue further in this essay, if you get my drift.  Who raises and lowers the celestial curtain?)

Those of us who have moved away can use this occasion to revisit old haunts (the ones that still exist) and scan the crowd for familiar faces (thank God for name tags) and lament the absence of those we fear we may never see again, trying to remember that, as a poet once said, people die but love doesn't have to.  The list of Missing Classmates numbers about 280 and leads one to wonder where those people are, and, if still living, why they have stayed in the shadows.  If by choice, we have to respect that; if for darker reasons, that's most unfortunate.  We may know the circumstances for a few, but for the others--whether they were good friends, casual acquaintances or names we hardly recognize--like a lot of life's mysteries, we may never know.  We can only hope that life has dealt them the best possible hand.

It has been said that the 25th is the best reunion--some liken it to life's mid-term exam--and say they only get sadder after that.  But most marathoners--those lucky enough to remain in the race--feel more exhilaration in the home stretch than they did at the halfway mark.  Granted, we know the trip is not going to last forever, but it's satisfying to toast the milestones we've achieved and humbly acknowledge our good fortune.  And who knows--the way research is advancing on the scourges of cancer and Alzheimer's, in five years 78 may be the new 61.  Let's drink to that!