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John McDaid, best known for the Hardeadlines blog, has been a digital publisher since the BI era (before internet). Now his pioneering efforts from that era are being curated, and saved for posterity, with the help of a National Endowment for the Humanities grant.
McDaid’s 1993, hopefully-soon-to-be-a-cult-classic “Uncle Buddy’s Phantom Funhouse” is science fiction told through science fiction.
“It was an attempt create a new kind of non-linear fiction entirely through artifacts,” he said. “The premise is that you, as the reader, have come into possession of a vanished science fiction writer’s hard drive, and you need to piece together the story.”
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Confucius say, “How far you’ve sunk
Your country filled with Chinese junk”
We should have guessed their strategy
When we first learned that MSG
Was added to the Crab Rangoon
To make sure we’d go back there soon
Our hunger spread beyond cuisines
To sneakers, blenders and flat-screens
Toys and toothpaste joined the list
At prices no one could resist
You’d think that China’s goals were met
Once they secured our nation’s debt
But like a meal of wontons fried
Their appetite’s not satisfied
Now they’re hacking our computers
Beijing sanctioning these looters
It’s time consumers turn the tables
Boycott goods with Chinese labels!
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We all have those, “Where were you?” moments in our lives. Now, on the 35th anniversary of the Blizzard of 1978 those of us who lived through it get to reminisce and have a laugh, a cry or just relive a moment from a simpler time when we all pulled together at a very difficult moment.
Ten years ago, the Providence Journal solicited stories of that day from readers and printed some of the best. I submitted mine anonymously since I was a newsroom employee, and a member of the executive board of the Providence Newspaper Guild. I held out little hope of my story getting recounted, but it was deemed one of the best submissions and it ran in that anniversary issue. Below is how I spent my Feb. 6, 1978.
It all began in mid-December, while playing basketball for Classical High School, I fell and broke both my wrists. The left one in 13 places and just a hairline fracture of the right wrist. Think about that, a high school sophomore walking the school halls sporting two casts, it wasn’t easy, even for a member of the basketball team. The diagnosis was for four weeks for the right wrist and six weeks for the more damaged left wrist.
The week the right cast was supposed to be removed it ended up snowing and my mom wouldn’t chance driving in the storm to my scheduled visit, opting to wait the six weeks for both. I was not amused but took it. Two weeks later, it snowed again and I was denied but was assured they would come off in just one more week. That day, one week later, was February 6, 1978.
We went to school like any other day, even though we were warned a snowstorm was on the way. My only concern was that the casts were coming off and I didn’t care about any stupid snowstorm. However, by midday when they announced they’d be sending us home early, I had a distinct feeling my mom wouldn’t be taking me to get the casts off.
The bus ride from Classical down into Kennedy Plaza wasn’t so bad, it was snowing and accumulating at 1 pm but it wasn’t that bad. Getting a bus in the old bus tunnel that is now the Bank of America Skating Center wasn’t so bad either, we were covered while waiting for the 57 Smith bus. Traffic was backing up though, people were leaving work, school buses were on the streets and the ride from Kennedy Plaza, just to the top of Smith Hill at the State House was an adventure that took nearly an hour.
From there, a ride that normally took 10 minutes tops, took another hour. And we never even reached our bus stop, we bailed out two bus stops before ours and walked the quarter-mile home. That took about 15 minutes and we were soaked when we walked in the door. My first words were, “Let’s go!” To which my mom replied, “We’re not going anywhere,”explaining quite logically that the doctor’s office called an cancelled the rest of the day and no one was traveling anywhere right now, it was just snowing too hard.
Blinded by a combination of testosterone, a little bit of an Irish temper and the fact I’d already been denied twice, I screamed that I’d had enough and I was going to take matters into my own hands. My mother obviously thought I was bluffing until she saw me reach into the draw where she kept her cooking utensils. When I turned, Ginsu in hand, my mom got angry, my sisters were a combination of amused and a little scared and I probably looked like a wild-eyed heroin addict in need of a fix.
It wasn’t easy, but true to its advertising, the Ginsu worked like a charm and sliced off that right cast with only about half as much force as I could muster with a cast hindering me. As I looked at the skinny, pale wrist before me, I could vaguely hear my mom screaming at me that I was in big trouble and looked up to see my sisters staring at me in a combination of horror and awe and it was then I realized I probably acted a little crazily. That’s when I backed down and decided not to cut off the second cast on the more badly injured left wrist.
My mom, always the practical one, overcame her anger and offered up a simple solution, stating, “Good, now you can go out and start shoveling.”
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John Kenneth Galbraith, were he here and breathing, would probably be biting his nails with worry. This week we learned that the economy contracted for the first time since 2009. In words reminiscent of what was said in the midst of the Great Depression, economic commentators have said it’s just a one off event in our ongoing recovery. Meanwhile, they crow about another 157,000 jobs added, ignoring that only 58% of the people in this country are employed. A year ago that rate was 57.9%. Clearly, it’s time for austerity.
Anyhow, here’s my poem this week, which as it happens I wrote back in 2009. It’s prose.
Meditation on the Economy
A crystalline calm is upon the ocean. The washed azure sky, without even the blemish of a cloud, speaks in the most fragile whispers about the proximity of beauty and death. The emerald water swallows with greedy equanimity both the heavy and light. The sun stretches down amber rays diffusing through the teeming life, down to fathomless twilight. Somewhere, black and unknowable is the bottom. Deeper and more quiet than the blackest dream, the ship is sinking. Strange sounds resonate from the hull, air trying to push its way out, the wood groaning in protest. Large pockets rise to the surface and burp erratically as the wreck shifts in the rolling currents of its descent.
It had gone quickly at the beginning. The weakness so long in atrophy relented to its fated failure in a crack of thunder. Instantaneously, the sea rushed gurgling and hungry into the lower compartments, sucking the ship down. At first, the air had freed itself in a multitude of voices, whistles, sighs, and whooshes. It was a song of physics and chaos.
Now, an eternity of moments and ten minutes later, only the stern remains above water, pointing accusingly skyward. The ship is sinking, slowly and remorselessly, a death that shudders nearer with each successive belch. The sinking is slower now but no less certain. In a panic that is so blind it is also silent, the crew and passengers are mostly frozen in denial. They cling to the idea it has stopped, that they can bob above the waves until the rescuers arrive. In reality, no aid is coming.
There aren’t lifeboats enough, and the self-important are claiming first right. These are the men in fine clothing and uniform; the captains of industry, the shipwrights, and the crewmen. Behold their fear, the dawning realization in their eyes that they aren’t in control. Their reasoning is that they will be better able to get and send help to those left behind. Sure, they were the ones that had brought them to this pass, so, too, they must be the ones who can find the way back. They offer this reasoning to the others in blue gel- cap cyanide placebos. They are saying ‘god bless you,’ and there are even tears in some of their eyes as they push off. They reason and excuse themselves from guilt. Cowardice, for naught.
The clarity of the ocean air, the sharpness of the light arcing through it, and the magical colors that they elicit; these perfections are not to be denied their finality. The falling inertia of the ship will draw the lifeboats down just as surely as the planet’s gravity draws the ship to its doom. It shall be a shared oblivion. The perfection; the fragile secret spoken by the breeze of beauty and death; no one is to speak of them.
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That which is to come; that which with any luck we will have a say in making better. Sometimes it is hard to say what the right path forward is, and maybe that’s because our language is limiting us. If that’s the case, I’d like to believe poetry will have a place in moving us along, and maybe that’s why Bob Plain invited me to share some of my poems with you.
Anyhow, I’ve been writing poetry for a while now. My style is pretty free, and I tend to write about politics, nature, spirituality, and psychology. I’ve called it folk poetry in the past, hoping that the questions or points I raise in verse may inspire some type of answer in kind. I suppose it’s about time to start putting it out there. If poetry is not your thing, don’t fret. I’ll do the prose thing and continue to post my ramblings on politics and environmentalism.
With excuses out of the way, let me begin with a picture.
“Chomsky 12-4-12”
drumroll please
someone drags a folding table
across the floor in the mezzanine
thank you
Noam Chomsky
here is greatness
born of the simple ability to discern truth
with courage to speak unvarnished
simple yet rarely ever easy
egoless measured surety
and look at me agonize over the polish of these words
under the diction beyond all rhythm
honesty is transcendent
I was fortunate to see Noam Chomsky speak in early December of last year, more fortunate still that as I began to write about it in the third row, Chomsky sat down a few seats in front of me so that it wasn’t hard for me to approach him for his autograph.
It was a riveting talk about the ascendancy of the 1% in the US and how this class uses a strategy of failure by design to promote its agenda (i.e.-starve social institutions of the resources they need to succeed and it becomes easy to argue that social institutions are fundamentally flawed). He spoke in particular of the ongoing assault on public education, but he touched on many aspects of our society as he spoke for over an hour.
It was the most diverse and reverent audience I have ever been a part of. The person dragging the folding table across the floor upstairs (which did make a staccato noise like a drumroll) was the most heard from the crowd until the applause at the end.
Here’s a clip of the man himself:<iframe width=”560″ height=”315″ src=”http://www.youtube.com/embed/2_QV1kWbNrk” frameborder=”0″ allowfullscreen></iframe>
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