Monsoon Martin’s Deep Freeze Weather Update for Monday, 11 February 2008

After a deep freeze this morning—it got down to 5 degrees this morning at my home—five!—we’re looking at a warm-up (at least to less arctic temperatures) by mid-week. I’ve also got my eye on a system that could bring us a delay or cancellation on Wednesday and a few more interesting longer-term issues.

Monday 2/11: Sunny and extremely cold. High 22, low 14.

Tuesday 2/12: Cloudy with light snow showers or flurries developing by the late afternoon; steadier snowfall is likely in the evening, so limit your travel. As warmer air mixes in aloft, look for sleet to mix in with the snow by around midnight, then gradually change over to freezing rain thereafter. High 31, low 28.

Wednesday 2/13: Freezing rain will continue through mid-morning, after which periods of regular old rain will fall. Precipitation will taper throughout the afternoon. High 37, low 21.

Forecast models: There is significant disagreement in terms of storm track and timing among the various forecast models, but I’m favoring a slower-moving system with significant precipitation, much of which will be wintry.

Accumulations: I’m thinking 2 to 3 inches of accumulated snow and ice here, with locally higher amounts in northern Berks and lower in Lancaster and Chester Counties. Heaviest accumulations will be in northeast Pennsylvania and north Jersey. As noted above, much will depend on the timing and exact track of this storm; as such, I will be updating the situation tomorrow.

Driving hazards: The commute home from school or work on Tuesday will be affected very little, but again, use extreme caution if you need to be out and about Tuesday evening. The worst time for driving will be overnight Tuesday into Wednesday and Wednesday morning’s commute. Rain thereafter will wash everything away and improve conditions dramatically.

School scheduling changes: PSSA testing is this week, which means that administrators are going to be loath to wreck their best-laid plans for a few slippery roads. That said, my predictions for now are

Chance of early dismissal Tuesday: 10%

Chance of delay Wednesday: 70%

Chance of cancellation Wednesday: 35%

Thursday 2/14: Partly cloudy and milder. High 41, low 26.

Friday 2/15: Mostly cloudy and rather breezy. High 44, low 27.

Next weekend: A bit cooler with highs in the mid 30s and lows in the low 20s; snow is possible on Sunday the 17^th.

The following week: More of the same—highs in the low to mid 30s and lows in the upper teens and low 20s. Look for a possible winter weather event on Wednesday the 20^th. Things warm up a bit toward the end of next week.

Beyond: Trending milder, but this is the season for Nor’easters and surprise storms. Last year we received our most significant snowfall on February 15^th and March 15^th. Stay tuned…

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Monsoon Martin Announces Endorsement in 2008 Presidential Race

 

I think anyone who knows me at all understands implicitly that none of the Republican candidates is in danger of receiving my endorsement, so at this point it’s rather obviously a matter of choosing between Senators Barack Obama (D-IL) and Hillary Clinton (D-NY).

(Speaking of the Republicans, though, it is amusing to watch them implode after enjoying roughly 14 years of power in national government, foisting their closed-minded, pro-corporate, and jingoistic policies on the country. Soulless right-wing pundit Ann Coulter has said of the insufficiently conservative senator John McCain (R-AZ) that if he wins the Republican nomination for President—which seems more and more likely with every passing primary—she will actually campaign for Hillary Clinton!)

To date in the Democratic Presidential primary, Obama has racked up endorsements from The Chicago Tribune, Philadelphia Inquirer, and Los Angeles Times, as well as Caroline Kennedy, The Oprah, MoveOn.org, author Toni Morrison, George Clooney and Matt Damon; Hillary Clinton has been endorsed by The New York Times, Kansas City Star, Denver Post, along with the National Organization for Women (NOW), Steven Spielberg, Jack Nicholson, Ed Rendell, Maya Angelou, and Billie Jean King. When it comes to endorsements, though, none is more coveted, more ballyhooed, than the Monsoon Martin weblog endorsement.

Before I get to the endorsement, I’ll dispense with the historical platitudes: the election for the 44^th President will mark the first time either an African American or female candidate has secured the nomination of a major party in this country. It is certainly noteworthy that for the first time in history, there is a really good chance that the United States will have a President that is not white and male.

But to take a step back from all this barrier-breaking delirium: it will be a hollow victory indeed for feminists and/or people of color if the person elected to the White House does not faithfully represent the views and needs of all of his or her constituents. A perfect case in point is Condoleezza Rice, who is the first African American woman to hold the post of United States Secretary of State. This would seem to be cause for celebration, if not for the fact that she is a truth-muddying Bush sycophant whose stints as National Security Advisor and Secretary of State have advanced some of the most wrongheaded, brutal, and hawkish foreign policies this country has even seen. William Fletcher of the TransAfrica Forum once famously called Rice “very cold and distant and only black by accident,” and she has been accused by Rep. Nancy Pelosi and many others of being a master of obfuscation and misdirection in her servile allegiance to the Bush administration’s policies. In short, despite having secured her status an a “first,” will not be mentioned with the likes of Harriet Tubman, Mary McLeod Bethune, Shirley Chisolm, and Marian Wright Edelman in the pantheon of great African American female leaders.

The point of such a long digression is simply to assert that, as much as the sexism and racism of those on the right who oppose these candidates is repugnant and makes us feel like leaping to their defense, we have just a deep a responsibility to evaluate them on their merits, their opinions, and their records.

It is with this in mind that I hereby endorse Barack Obama to be the Democratic nominee for President of the United States.

I believe he has the vision, the experience, and the conviction to breathe new life into the executive branch of our government. I will try to be as succinct as possible in laying out my reasons for supporting him, but those of you who have been reading my work for some time now realize what an empty promise that could turn out to be. And finally, all of the information about candidates Obama and Clinton I have included here is correct to the best of my knowledge. I have included citations where possible, but much of the information comes from television reports, newspaper articles, and other sources that are now lost to me. I very much welcome corrections and rebuttals to my ideas; use the “post a comment” feature below this post to record your thoughts.

First, the positive aspects of Obama and his candidacy:

• Having worked as a community organizer, he has shown an ability to build a coalition that would include progressives, moderates, and even conservatives in the national conversation about how to progress beyond the tired, old political games.

• He worked a civil rights attorney, so he is attuned to the problems of discrimination, inequitable opportunities, and workers’ rights.
• He is strongly against the failed, ridiculous, and dangerous policy of “don’t ask, don’t tell” regarding homosexuals in the military.
• He was against the Iraq invasion from before the United States waged unprovoked war on that sovereign nation; he spoke at a massive anti-war rally in Chicago in March 2003 well before he was elected to the U.S. Senate in 2004.
• Obama states that upon entering office he’ll establish a timetable for the withdrawal of combat troops within 16 months.
• He has stated unequivocally that a new era of corporate responsibility is desperately needed, focusing on the issues of exorbitant CEO pay, living wages, union busting, curtailing of outsourcing, and environmental stewardship.
• Obama’s stance on the oft-criticized and underfunded educational initiative known as “No Child Left Behind” is generally amenable to the problems teachers have long had with the legislation. He says it needs to be completely reevaluated (though it would be more comforting to hear that he wants to scrap it altogether and start over), and that any initiatives need to be fully funded. Also on education, he wants to raise teacher salaries—which would seem like a difficult task, since they are set by individual school districts—and help defray some of the costs of student loans, since many college students graduate having incurred mountains of debt.
• I like the fact that he’s lived many places and gathered many experiences, increasing the likelihood that he can be genuinely empathetic about global crises and foreign policy. I also can’t deny that the prospect of someone who has had the experienced of being a Black man in American occupying the Oval Office is thrilling. (Of course, he’s no Angela Davis, who would be my all-time first choice for President, but it’s exciting nonetheless.)
• Obama has an encouragingly progressive record in the Illinois legislature—which includes introducing bills monitoring racial profiling, ensuring a living wage for workers, and child care.

There are a few negatives in evaluating Obama that I’d be remiss if I glossed over:

• Though he stood firmly against the war in 2003 and his initial Senate votes reflected this, by 2005 and 2006 he supported unconditional funding for the ongoing military action.
• Though he took a balanced approach to the Israeli-Palestinian conflict earlier in his career, in recent years he has been moving toward nearly unreserved support of the hard-line Israeli government’s often brutal policies.
• Obama supports same-sex unions with all the rights of traditional marriage, but does not believe that individuals of the same gender should be allowed to marry (he thinks it should be left up to the individual houses of worship whether to sanction such unions).
• An optimistic view of Obama’s drift toward the center since 2005 would posit that he was playing down his progressivism a bit to appeal to a broader cross-section of voters, but will return to his core values when he becomes President.

My decision to endorse Barack Obama for the Democratic nomination has mostly to do with my belief that he will be a good President, but also has a bit to do with what I see as serious weaknesses in his opponent’s record.

There are positives in Hillary’s campaign, to be sure, and I wholly agree with some of her statements and stances; for example, Hillary has been stronger in saying NCLB relies too heavily on testing, and wants a “student borrowers’ bill of rights” to keep interest rates under control and eliminate predatory lending, and favors universal preschool. And some of her policies have similarities to Obama’s. But there are lots of negatives that make me ultimately unable to offer her my support:

• She is divisive, having long been hated by lots of conservatives—though for mostly sexist and invalid reasons.
• Hillary Clinton introduced a bill in 2005 that would have banned flag burning; this move was an obvious pander to the right-wing patriotic types she knew she’d need to court in her Presidential bid. As a member of the ACLU, I value my First Amendment rights rather highly.
• She is extremely hawkish on foreign policy, having voted for the initial Iraq war authorization and all subsequent funding packages; she still refuses to acknowledge her initial vote as a mistake, saying that flawed intelligence and poor planning led to the Iraq quagmire. But plenty of people—including Obama, though perhaps not in these terms—saw Iraq for what it was from the beginning: a dishonest, cruel and criminal undertaking perpetrated against the world which has taken hundreds of thousands of Iraqi lives and killed nearly 4,000 US servicemembers.
• Clinton has said she will “immediately” convene the Joint Chiefs to begin withdrawing the troops, but has set no timetable for actual withdrawal.
• Clinton served on the Board of Directors of Wal-Mart (pictured below) for six years prior to her husband’s run for the presidency. Despite reports that she tried to get the retail behemoth to hire more women in management positions, all evidence points to the fact that she had no effect on this corporation and its anti-union, immigrant labor-exploiting, sexist and bullying tactics. In addition, she worked for the Rose Law Firm, a prestigious gang of corporate lawyers that specialized in union-busting. There was also a scandal in which she allegedly overbilled clients and continued working for the firm (of which the state of Arkansas was a client) while her husband was the state’s governor, raising questions of impropriety.

• Clinton has shown an eagerness to engage in sleazy tactics. Of the many extant examples already is a New Hampshire mailing prior to the primary implying that Obama would not be a friend to pro-choice activists because he’d voted “present” on some legislative issues relating to reproductive rights. But the fact that this had been part of a Planned Parenthood legislative strategy—an organization he strongly supports—was never mentioned.
• She supports Israel’s military assaults in the region and the nation’s primacy in the Middle East unquestioningly.
• Hillary Clinton, in sum, is the establishment candidate. Her centrist tendencies are well-documented, while Obama’s progressive history at least leaves room for hope.

Much has been made of Obama’s purported lack of experience, or “electability,” but as one of the articles below illustrates, it all depends on how one quantifies “experience” and what kind of experience is important. Hillary Clinton is the candidate of the past, reflecting the supremacy of the Democratic Leadership Council (DLC) and of government through equivocation. After eight years of disastrous consequences courtesy of the Bush administration, do we really want to return to the previous eight years of the Clinton administration’s betrayals, unfulfilled promises, and duplicity?

Barack Obama is the candidate of the future, and even if some of his rhetoric turns out to be overblown, I think we’ll be in far better shape as a country under his leadership.

Monsoon

More here on Obama and the evolution of his policy on the Middle East:

http://www.commondreams.org/archive/2008/01/11/6312/

More here on Hillary Clinton’s pandering flag burning bill: http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2005/12/14/AR2005121401887.html

More here on Hillary Clinton’s propensity for dirty campaign tactics: http://www.commondreams.org/archive/2008/01/18/6468/

More here on Hillary Clinton and Wal-Mart: http://www.commondreams.org/views06/0207-34.htm

More here on the supposed gulf between Hillary Clinton’s and Barack Obama’s experience: http://doubledemon.newsvine.com/_news/2008/02/06/1282777-obamas-experience-vs-clintons-experience

Monsoon's Weather Update for Wednesday, 6 February 2008

Wednesday 2/6: Scattered showers this morning, followed by steady rain—potentially heavy at times with gusty winds—this afternoon and evening. A thunderstorm can’t be ruled out in the late afternoon or evening as a strong front moves through. Tapering to drizzle late, but clouds will persist overnight. High 62, low 44 (perhaps approaching the record of 65 in Reading).

Thursday 2/7: Somewhat colder; partly cloudy with rather breezy conditions. High 44, low 30.

Friday 2/8: Partly sunny and cold, but still mild for the season. High 43, low 28.

Saturday 2/9: Overcast and somewhat windy with rain or drizzle early, followed by snow showers at night. Right now it doesn’t look like significant accumulations will result from this system. High 41, low 24.

Sunday 2/10: Windy, partly cloudy and much colder with some flurries or brief snow showers possible. High 27, low 14.

Monday 2/11: partly sunny and a bit breezy. High 29, low 17.

Tuesday 2/12: Cloudy and a bit milder with snow showers possible. High 38, low 26.

The rest of next week (2/13 through 2/15): Highs in the lower 40s and lows in the upper 20s to low 30s for the most part; snow or a mixed event is possible on Friday the 15^th.

Next weekend (2/16 and 2/17): Colder with highs at or just below freezing and lows in the teens.

Beyond: I’m keeping an eye on a system that could affect our area with significant snowfall on Monday 2/18 to Tuesday 2/19.

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Monsoon Martin's "The Wire" Episode 56 notes and analysis

“The Wire” notes and analysis – Episode 56, “The Dickensian Aspect”

Please note that this episode is available only at HBO On Demand and has not yet aired; it will premiere on HBO on Sunday, February 9^th. Also be forewarned that as “The Wire” contains adult language and themes, my post will reflect these elements; reader discretion is advised.

Finally, this post contains spoilers about episode 56; please do not read further if you have not yet seen it and do not want details about this episode.

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The episode (tagline: “If you have a problem with this, I completely understand.” – Freamon) opens with someone from the Medical Examiner’s office carrying a body away from the apartment building where the shootout in the last episode took place. For a fraction of a second my heart sank because I thought it may have been Omar, but then I realized it was more likely Butchie’s friend Donnie, who had been killed in the shootout. This becomes even clearer as both Chris and Snoop hunt all over the city for Omar—Snoop visits every ER in the city, figuring Omar must have injured himself and sought care at a hospital, but comes up with nothing. Nothing is found in the Dumpsters or sewers in the area, either. There’s even a besuited young man whom I don’t recognize posing as a detective and asking questions, who also comes up empty. Omar seems to have quite literally vanished.

Chris reluctantly goes back to Monk’s apartment building to meet Marlo, who is incredulous not only that they let Omar get away, but the manner in which he did so: “Don’t seem possible … some Spiderman shit there.” On closer inspection it seems Omar jumped from the 5^th or 6^th floor balcony (I had guessed 3^rd floor in last week’s post). Marlo also has a sense of the enormity of their failure, and shows real exasperation and perhaps even worry for the first time I can remember in the series: “We missed our shot. Now he gon’ be at us.”

In the first scene after the credits we see Omar in a janitor’s closet, sobbing in pain as he tries to tend to his right ankle or leg, which seems to have been badly broken in the leap from the window. As he uses a long-handled mop as a crutch and makes his way out of the janitor’s closet and outside the building, we realize he was in Monk’s apartment building the whole time. It’s difficult to imagine how Chris and Snoop could have been so hyperopic that they would have searched all over the city for Omar and missed the fact that he had dragged himself back inside the building.

Bunk, who is reexamining the 22 bodies case (now 25, given that the triple-murder from earlier this season has now been linked to Marlo’s crew), utters a line to McNulty a line that he’s said at least three times before, in a variety of situations (it even appears as a dialogue clip on the Wire soundtrack CD): “You happy now, bitch?” McNulty replies, “I am content, yes.” Bunk guesses that Jimmy has called the reporter, but Jimmy corrects him: “No, actually – that asshole’s making up his own shit.” This is the first time we get confirmation that McNulty realizes Templeton is cooking his stories.

Cut to The Sun, where Executive Editor Whiting and Managing Editor Klebanow are thrilled with the ongoing homeless murder pieces by Scott Templeton. Scott is busy admiring his all-caps, banner headline appearing above the fold, “SERIAL KILLER PREYS ON CITY HOMELESS,” when his bosses come up to give him an “atta boy” and ask about where he’ll be taking the story. Scott’s idea is to spend the night with the homeless and “see what they see.” Klebanow also notes that the national news and cable outlets have been calling to try and secure comments and appearances from the star reporter; Klebanow advises Scott to avoid local media but that he should feel free to make national media appearances “in a responsible manner.” Scott, who cannot possibly mean what he says, says, “I’m just not all that comfortable having myself in the center of the story like this.”

This bit of unmitigated bullshit, given his fabrications, is all the more incredible since we know Scott has a “hot nut” to get out of Baltimore and secure a more prestigious job. I have an updated prediction for the end of the season: Scott’s fabrications will become obvious to only a few at the paper (Gus, for sure, and Alma and Fletch, perhaps) but he’ll receive such accolades from his series on the homeless murders that his bosses will remain oblivious—or in denial. Templeton will land a job at The Washington Post will Gus and the rest of the staff are left to pick up the pieces.

Soon thereafter, Whiting pulls Gus aside and lets it be known that the coverage of the homeless murders should “reflect the Dickensian aspect of the homeless, the human element.” The look on Gus’s face says it all—he is tired of the buzzwords, tired of the paper being run by people who wouldn’t know real news if it was sitting on their faces.

The story moves to Lester and Sydnor (Corey Parker Robinson), who were on the Stanfield case. Lester is preparing to tell Sydnor about the deceptions that are being orchestrated in the name of securing wiretaps. The cynical opening of Lester’s speech prompts Sydnor to ask if Lester’s going to retire, but he assures Sydnor that he’s not retiring (“yet,” possibly a bit of foreshadowing). Lester says, “When they took us off Marlo this last time, said they couldn’t pay for further investigation, I regarded that decision as illegitimate.” As a result he’s going to press the case “without regard to the usual rules.” Lester has enough gravitas and experience to make such radical statements and still sound reasonable, and Clarke Peters has been doing an outstanding job in a role that has seen more focus this season than perhaps any other.

Lester comes clean on the illegal wiretap and uses the show’s tagline, “If you have a problem with this, I completely understand,” as a way to offer Sydnor a clean exit, but Sydnor is in.

In explaining the wiretap to Sydnor and later McNulty, Lester begins to unravel the import of the “silent” or seemingly scrambled phone calls: “When they talk is bullshit, but there are calls when no one says a thing,” which he later determines, with the help of surveillance, to be picture messages.

Bunk, who has found Randy Wagstaff’s (Maestro Harrell) name and photo in a file about one of last year’s murders, decides to pay a visit to Randy at a Baltimore group home and see if he can extract any new information or cooperation. He finds there a young boy who has ensconced himself within walls of sullenness, posturing, and anger. Randy, whose foster mother was killed in a fire set by those who suspected him of snitching, was lost the moment he walked into his group home and saw “snitch bitch” written on his bed, then desperately tried to fight off the beat-down that ensued. Randy refuses to be manipulated, coaxed, or coerced by Bunk, as he’s been failed by police before: “That’s what y’all do, ain’t it? Lie to dumb-ass niggas?” He’s been hardened utterly, and one wonders if it’s too late for him to be “saved.”

Carcetti, whose news conference opening a new, upscale harborside condo complex is attended by scant few—save for a disorderly Nick Sobotka (Pablo Schreiber), who shouts “Fuck you!” at the mayor and is quickly arrested—must now hold a press conference about the homeless murders. It’s not lost on Carcetti that this press conference if far more well attended than his earlier one, even drawing national media: “It would appear that media attention is always focusing on the negatives when it comes to Baltimore but you guys aren’t around when we’re making real progress.” The harbor story—which assuredly is good news for a few, but certainly not for the dock workers and many others—will now be buried in the Metro section because of the front-page homeless coverage.

Carcetti then delivers an impassioned and apparently impromptu speech that surprises even Norman. He notes that his administrative tenure will be judged most correctly by how the weakest and most vulnerable citizens are treated, and states that the killer will be found. Carcetti hands it over to Rawls, who quickly hands it over to Daniels, the commissioner-in-waiting. Daniels is smooth, composed, and confident: “a natural,” according to Rawls.

McNulty and Pearlman (who used to be an item, way back in season one, I believe) go to see Judge Phelan (Peter Gerety of “Homicide” fame) and get a wiretap on Scott Templeton’s phone. After noting that the reporter’s First Amendment rights might be violated by such an act, Phelan explains the reason for his hesitation in challenging The Sun: “Never pick a fight with anyone who buys ink by the barrelful,” a long-held maxim that perhaps reflects a bygone era in newspapers in terms of primacy and might.

Back to The Bunk, who is being chastised by Kima for his tentativeness in handling the Medical Examiner’s office, who have still not provided lab analysis of the evidence in many of the vacant murders. “Well, what would the Bunk do? Take no for a fuckin’ answer?” Soon Bunk is down talking to Ron, who is spewing a litany of excuses and woes that led to the ongoing delays, including staff shortages, malfunctioning equipment, and much more. Bunk responds, “My heart pumps purple piss for you,” a marvelously alliterative rejoinder and an example of the colorful and delightful language that makes “The Wire” the gem it is. In truth, the Medical Examiner’s office is a shambles. A temporary worker (or “temp,” which I have been more than a few times in my life) has been hired to catalogue evidence and do paperwork. In a fantastic twist of fate and an example of the bureaucratic absurdities that often prevent even the most pedestrian of progress from being made, the temp didn’t understand the abbreviation “et al” (short for the Latin “et alia” plural meaning “and others”) and the evidence on the murders can no longer be differentiated. The budget crisis, along with mismanagement and good, old-fashioned human error have collaborated to create a five-alarm clusterfuck—and in encountering it, Bunk and Kima are exasperated, but sadly, not surprised.

At the co-op meeting, Joe’s chair stands empty, so Marlo takes it upon himself to address the group. He admits he is responsible for killing Prop Joe, thereby establishing himself as the de facto leader of the co-op—and as a target for anyone who is loyal to Joe and would dare come at him. Marlo also doubles the bounty on Omar: “100 large for a whiff of that dick-suck; 250 for his head.” And in this briefest of meetings, Marlo decides to suspend the meetings indefinitely—no big surprise since his intense dislike of them, and of the co-op in general, has been all too evident from the start. (As a man who would generally rather set my own head on fire than attend a meeting of any kind, I am right there with him.) “Anybody got a problem from here on out, bring it to me or sit on that shit.” He doesn’t want to manage anything but his own organization, and doesn’t want to hear about petty squabbles or turf battles. And finally—the price of the product is going up. So far, Marlo’s tenure in leading the co-op does not seem destined to be a popular one. With his attention distracted further by Omar, it seems likely that he’ll be brought down by the end of the season.

Back at the newsroom, the guys are watching Scott Templeton’s appearance on the CNN Headline News show “Nancy Grace.” The odious Grace guest-starring on “The Wire” is ironic and rather brilliant given the conversation among Lester, Bunk and Jimmy earlier in the season that yielded the tagline, “This ain’t Aruba, bitch.”

Her obsessive coverage of the Natalee Holloway case and sensationalistic style of “journalism” are a symptom of the problem of being dead “in the wrong zip code,” as Fletch put it earlier in the season. On the show, Grace calls Templeton the “Jimmy Breslin of Baltimore,” alluding to the Newsday columnist’s correspondences with the “Son of Sam” killer in the 1970s. Breslin once famously observed, “Rage is the only quality which has kept me, or anybody I have ever studied, writing columns for newspapers.”

Templeton plays the ostensibly spotlight-shunning professional perfectly, insisting that “as a reporter you expect to be in harm’s way at some points. It’s what we do.” Gus, it should be noted, walks away from the television screen dejectedly, rejecting the attention that is being lathered on his reporter. Gus is fed up with the dropping of the Pulitzer-baiting schools piece, the undeserved celebrity of Templeton, and the erosion of journalistic standards. At some point, will he explode?

Meanwhile, McNulty and Lester are reaching an impasse in their fabricated serial killer case. “They need another body, don’t they?” McNulty asks, which is going to be more difficult than it seems. When Rhonda visits Lester in the former Stanfield investigation headquarters, Lester needs to usher her out quickly to protect his illegal wiretap. His comment that “you’d be surprised what you can get done when no one’s looking over your shoulder” is brilliantly offhand and captures one of the essential themes of “The Wire”: the near-futility of trying to escape the suffocation of bureaucracy to do important, vital work.

Omar spends much of the show’s last half sending strong messages to Marlo that he is not to be trifled with. He points a gun at Rick’s head and delivers the message that he doesn’t believe Marlo has it in him to go after Omar. Later, the still-limping Omar robs one of Marlo’s corners and demands the bag full of money—today’s haul. But instead of taking it—“it ain’t about the paper”—he dumps it in one of Marlo’s SUVs and torches the vehicle. Omar sends a similar message to the corner boy he has shot in the leg: tell Marlo “he ain’t man enough to come down to the street with Omar.” I am left wondering if it’s wise that Omar continues to bait Marlo in this manner. I almost can’t bear to think it, but it seems as though Omar has placed himself a path that can only lead to his destruction. (In the “Next on The Wire” montage: is that Omar sticking a gun into the back of Michael’s head to send another message to Marlo? Is that Michael in the “box”? Stay tuned!)

Bunk, having struck out with inscrutable Randy Wagstaff, is going to work the murder of Michael Lee’s stepfather, whom we know was brutally bludgeoned to death by Chris. He meets with Michael’s mother, who puts Bunk onto Michael, and reveals that Michael is running with Chris and Snoop now.

Carcetti, meanwhile, has found his core issue in homelessness; his impassioned speech at the press conference kicked it off, and it resonates in a potential gubernatorial campaign because of the current Republican governor’s failure to address homelessness. The irony here, of course, is that the entire issue is based upon a series of lies: McNulty’s fabricated homeless murders case, picked up by the serial fabricator Templeton, is now informing the mayor’s campaign strategy. “The bigger the lie, the more they’ll believe,” said Bunk in the opening scene of the first episode this season, and the theme is carrying through.

Back to the ongoing homeless murders story, which clearly has “legs,” or ongoing appeal, we find Scott wandering awkwardly under a bridge looking for the true “homeless experience,” running away from a charging German shepherd, and generally looking out of place. My feeling initially was that he’d simply go home and make the story up, but later we see him doing actual reporting, talking to a homeless Marine vet. The man describes the shell shock he still endures from his time served in Fallujah, Iraq; when his vehicle was hit by an IED (improvised explosive device) and the driver’s hands were blown off, the driver laughed and said, “look, ma, no hands!” He is clearly haunted by the experience and clearly knows the lingo and terminology of the armed forces, but because it’s Scott, I just expect it to be made up (by the interviewee, in this case) or otherwise hinky.

Once the story is filed (or submitted to by copyedited), some of the editors—including Gus, notably—are gushing over the piece. Gus calls Scott over and says, pointedly, that it “feels like the real deal” because he didn’t “overwrite” it. To overwrite is to write with too much elaboration, to use superfluous details, to employ too many adjectives; it’s a problem faced especially with younger journalists who are used to writing flowery English papers with meandering and sophisticated explications. Good journalistic writing is simple and direct but impactful—and hard as hell to do. Gus praises Scott’s use of “no extra color, no puffy adjectives” and his reliance instead on “tight, declarative sentences” to tell his story. “No extra color, no puffy adjectives” means that Scott doesn’t spend an inordinate amount of time padding his story with unnecessary descriptions of setting and context. “Tight, declarative sentences” are sentences with very few clauses or commas that are designed to convey information or make direct statements. While most of my sentences here are declarative—as it is by far the most common type of sentence—most of them would not be described as “tight,” since they contain myriad clauses, em dashes (the double dashes that crop up frequently in my writing), commas, and ornate, copious adjectives.

Speaking of Scott, he is questioned by Gus about a piece he wrote a few weeks earlier about a woman who died due to a seafood allergy; Fletch had been told something by a community member that called the facts of his article into question. A bit later, when pressed on the matter by Gus, Scott insists he made some calls and confirmed that his article was sound—but Gus seems to remain unconvinced.

By the end of the episode, McNulty and Lester seem to have reached another level of depravity in their fabricated serial killer case: they’ve kidnapped a disabled homeless man, whom they’re calling “Donald,” but whose name may or may not be Donald, and stowing him in a D.C. shelter. It’s very confusing and very troubling, and seems certain to land one or both of them in serious trouble. The plan, it would seem, is to take cell-phone pictures of the homeless man, bound and with a ribbon on his wrist, and send them to Templeton, who will think they are from the killer. Once a warrant is approved to surveil and/or decode cell-phone picture messages, Lester will use this illicitly to crack or access Marlo’s picture messages. Judging from the scene shown in “Next week on The Wire,” in which McNulty says to Lester, “Get me out of this, Lester, as fast as you can,” it’s all going to go horribly wrong.

There’s an interesting scene near the end that was almost brief enough to overlook, but which seems destined to have serious repercussions in the final four episodes. Assistant state’s attorney Rhonda Pearlman visits the state’s attorney (Rupert Bond) and presents him with sealed affidavits taken from the desk of Prop Joe; Rhonda had gotten them from her boyfriend Daniels, who had gotten them, I believe, from Bunk. “We have a leak,” she said.

Over all it was an exciting episode, and one that makes me feel both a sense of anticipation and one of impending loss for the final four episodes of the series.

END OF EPISODE 56 NOTES

Quick Weather Update from Monsoon - 1/31/08

Thursday 1/31: sunny throughout the day; increasing clouds this evening. Light freezing rain developing late (perhaps 11pm or so) and perhaps mixing with snow at times, continuing on and off overnight. Some periods of heavier precipitation are likely toward Friday morning. High 38, low 27.

Friday 2/1: Sleet and freezing rain in the morning have the potential to make roads slick for the morning commute; becoming all rain—heavy at times—by late morning and ending in the late afternoon or early evening. Clearing a bit late with high winds. High 40, low 31.

Probability of delay Friday: 65%. (Slick road surfaces and ice-coated limbs and power lines, particularly in rural or hilly areas, could make it a dicey commute.)

Probability of cancellation Friday: 25%.

This weekend: Partly cloudy, mild and pleasant; highs in the mid 40s, perhaps reaching 50 on Sunday; lows in the upper 20s.

Next week: We start the week with mild conditions; rain is possible (no frozen precipitation) on Monday and Tuesday. Beyond that, it cools off a bit, but no deep freeze—highs will be in the upper 30s and low 40s for the most part.

Beyond: Colder the following weekend (February 9^th and 10^th) with highs in the low 30s and lows in the teens, setting up our next really good chance for wintry weather.

Next good chance for snow: Monday 2/11 and Tuesday 2/12 or thereabouts.

Monsoon's Weather Update for Tuesday, 29 January 2008

Tuesday 1/29: Freezing rain in the morning and early afternoon, followed by a bit of rain in the late afternoon as temperatures rise; steadier rain beginning late evening and continuing overnight. Cloudy throughout the day. High 39, low 36.

Wednesday 1/30: Early AM showers, then eventual sunshine with very strong winds; becoming colder at night. High 43, low 21.

Thursday 1/31: Sunny and seasonably cold; becoming cloudy late with some snow and sleet. High 38, low 30.

Friday 2/1: Freezing rain to start, then clearing and quite windy. High 36, low 29.

[Stay tuned for updates, including school closing/delay predictions and precipitation amounts and types, on the Thursday-to-Friday system. Right now I’m going to say that Thursday evening’s commute and evening activities will be unaffected, but on Friday morning I’ll give it a 55% chance of delay and 15% chance of cancellation due to slick roadways. No appreciable frozen precipitation will result, and whatever is left over will melt over the weekend.]

The weekend: Nice and unseasonably mild with highs in the low 40s and lows in the mid to upper 20s.

Next week: More of the same; then colder toward the end of next week.

Beyond: The following weekend and the next week look cold, with highs struggling to reach freezing and lows in the teens much of the time. Next chances for snow seem to be February 8^th and 11^th, but given the duds we’ve been seeing this winter, don’t hold your breath…I am trying to accommodate those of you who have been pining (wishing in silence) and clamoring (wishing loudly, in my ear and email inbox) for a snow day!

Monsoon

Monsoon Martin's "The Wire" episode 55 notes, observations and analysis

“The Wire” episode 55: REACT QUOTES

This post contains some notes, observations, and analysis of episode 55, which is appearing on HBO On Demand and will not air until February 3^rd. As such, if you haven’t yet seen the episode, please be advised that spoilers appear below. Please be advised that as “The Wire” airs on HBO and features strong language, my examination of the episode—quoting and referring to the show itself—will utilize adult language as well. Reader discretion is advised.

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The episode’s tagline: “Just ‘cause they’re in the street doesn’t mean they lack opinions.” – Gus Haynes

Speaking on the phone to Alma, McNulty insists that the motive now seems sexual; “the killer is acting from sexual compulsions.” Alma says she’ll run it by the metro desk, but seems to suspect that they’ll need more to run the piece.

At The Sun’s 4 o’clock meeting: according to Klebanow, the front page stories will be Clay Davis’ indictment (“obviously”), Congressional hearings on Iraq, Price’s piece on the money raised for Carcetti’s gubernatorial campaign, and John Waters is filming in Baltimore again (but only if it has “good art”). Gus brings up the budget line for the story Alma gave him about the homeless men being murdered—McNulty’s manufactured story. He’s told to “run it inside” and “report it some more” because it’s “too vague for [page] A1.”

Bonds, the state’s attorney, speaks on the indictment of Clay Davis, who is said to have abused the “public trust of public servants” and treated the taxpayers’ money like his “personal ATM machine.” We in the Philadelphia region have heard similar statements relating to the tenure of Mayor John Street, who has just left office.

Vondas gives Marlo a cell phone and says the Greek and company will deal with Marlo only. Why did he give Marlo the phone? He gives Marlo very specific instructions on what he can use it for, and shows Marlo something on the phone, which the audience cannot see. Is he setting Marlo up? I may have missed something. When Marlo meets with Levy and gives his lawyer his cell number, Levy muses to Herc after Marlo leaves, “I have a feeling this firm is going to have quite a payday from Mr. Stanfield and his people.”

As Zorzi is writing a story on the Clay Davis scandal—presumably for A1—Gus Haynes and a copyeditor loom over his shoulder, reading as Zorzi is writing. This clearly irritates him. The copyeditor notes that in the 5^th graph (paragraph), Zorzi needs to attribute a dependent clause. The phrase “a pattern of widespread influence peddling over a period of years” needs to be clearly attributed; either the indictment shows this, or it does not. Gus also observes that Zorzi began three paragraphs in a row with a gerund. [A gerund is a verb that has been made into a noun through the addition of the suffix –ing. The use of a gerund phrase is a common way to vary sentence structure while cramming more information into a sentence, and sometimes writers—particularly those on a tight deadline—can overuse them. Examples of the way gerunds or gerund phrases might be used to begin a sentence include: Preparing to testify; Denying the state’s attorney’s allegations; Maintaining his innocence.] Zorzi, fed up, asks, “How can I write with your fingers in my eyes?” and petulantly cries, “at least let me turn the copy in before you stomp on it!” As an English teacher and someone who has experience with the journalistic profession, I love these scenes on “The Wire”; not only do they highlight the (sometimes contentious) give-and-take in a newsroom, but also represent perhaps the only mention of grammar in major television productions (save for the “whomever/whoever” debate on an episode of “The Office” earlier this season, which I’ve excerpted below for your amusement).

Ryan: You know what I really want? What I really want is for you to know (the computer system) so you can communicate it to your people here, to your clients, to whomever ...

Michael: (Snort) OK.

Ryan: What?

Michael: It's whoever not whomever.

Ryan: It's whomever.

Michael: No. Whomever is actually never right.

Jim: Well, sometimes it's right.

Creed: Michael is right. It's a made-up word used to trick students.

Andy: No. Actually, whomever is the formal version of the word.

Oscar: Obviously, it's a real word, but I don't know when to use it correctly.

Michael (to camera): Not a native speaker.

Kevin: I know what's right. But I'm not going say, because you're all jerks who didn't come to see my band last night.

Ryan: Do you really know which one is correct?

Kevin: I don't know.

Pam: It's whom when it's the object of a sentence and who when it's the subject.

Phyllis: That sounds right.

Michael: Sounds right, but is it right?

Stanley: How did Ryan use it, as an object or a subject?

Ryan: As an object.

Kelly: Ryan used me as an object.

Stanley: Is he right about that ... ?

Toby: It was: Ryan wanted Michael, as the subject, to explain the computer system, the object, to whomever, meaning us, the indirect object, which is the correct usage of the word.

Back to the newsroom, Alma is taking about the need to do “more reporting” on the homeless serial killer piece; Scott, who should be working on preliminaries for the schools series, perks up. “What—he wants publicity?” he asks. The combination of McNulty, who shamelessly fabricates an entire case to force the department’s hand in another investigation, and Templeton, who shamelessly fabricates quotes and circumstances to suit his own preconceived ideas and further his career, are a match made in hell—together they’re bound to do enough creative cooking to give Wolfgang Puck a run for his money.

Alma and Scott meet with McNulty in a bar. Scott says the story needs more “juice” (or, more completely, “juicy details”) than just vague statements about sexual intent. “We need to tell people what his is about, why he’s doing it. We need to make this thing live on the page, or they’ll bury it like the last one.” What Templeton really means here is that the paper needs to tell its readers what to think and how to perceive the story, but also that there has to be an “angle” or an “in” that will appeal to readers—an approach to a story, an emphasis on certain aspects that will be the most titillating or engaging. In Scott’s case, as we have seen, he will provide that “juice” if need be.

Alma asks, “Can we say he’s molesting them?” and McNulty shrugs. “Give us something with a twist,” says Scott. Finally McNulty nibbles (pun intended): “He started biting them. Inside thigh, right ass cheek, left nipple. Is that twisted enough for you?” McNulty adds that the killer is “maturing.”

Herc gets Marlo’s number (he’s still mad about the camera), then gives it to Carver (as penance for all the things he’s done wrong), who gives it to Lester, who is going to build a case around it. Later, we find McNulty and Lester plotting about how to “squeeze a wiretap out of the serial killer” and use the phone number to their advantage. An incendiary scene between Lester and Daniels contains outstanding acting and leaves us—and the two men—with a deeper understanding of the frustrations each faces. As the episode ends, we see McNulty and Lester setting up some kind of bogus wiretap that will allow them to be surreptitiously “up” on Marlo’s phone. With Lester observing, the phone is dialed, and only electronic signals seem to be coming through. Is this a fax machine? Is the signal scrambled somehow? It’s not clear what’s happening here—I suppose it will become clearer as the season continues.

Cutty is back! It was great to see him, and he seems to have settled nicely into his position running the gym (and he seems to have healed from that beat-down he took at the end of last season, too). He tries to train Duquan, who has just taken a beat-down of his own, and who was brought to the gym by Michael—though Michael quickly leaves. Duquan is hopeless in the ring—though I’m surprised he didn’t try a bit more to train him. A good trainer would have seen it as his mission to help Duquan be less intimidated in the ring. Cutty and Duquan sit and talk a while, and Duquan almost sweetly observes how big Michael has gotten (when in reality, of the two Duquan is the one who’s had the growth spurt). Cutty tries to encourage his new charge to seek his “place” outside of West Baltimore: “The world is bigger than here.” (Michael later echoes this sentiment when he tries unsuccessfully to teach Duquan to fire a gun, pointing out that Duquan’s talent lies in his intelligence.) Duquan, in a heartbreaking moment, asks, “How do you get from here to the rest of the world?” Cutty replies, “I wish I knew.” I have to say the writers are giving Duquan (Jermaine Crawford, from last season) some great lines this year, and he’s rising to the occasion with stellar acting.

McNulty again grabs a paper from an honor box on someone else’s coin (this time running to the box to do so), and gets only a dirty look from the paying customer. Alma and Scott share the byline on her article, headlined “Sexual motive seen in killings of homeless” with a subhead of “Bite marks tied to serial slayer.” [Subheads are more and more common in today’s newspapers, elaborating on the headline; they’re predicated on the notion that the average reader spends minimal time scanning the newspaper.] The article appears on the front page of the Metro section, above the fold, a nice bump for Alma and Scott.

Scott, anxious to get deeper into the story (and neglect the Pulitzer-baiting schools series he’s supposed to be working on with another reporter), asks Gus Haynes what he can do next—maybe some background on the homeless men who were killed? Fletch has already been sent out to do this work, so Gus sends Scott out to procure react quotes from the homeless. Gus is perplexed as to what kind of material he’s going to get from the homeless, to which Gus replies, “Just ‘cause they’re in the street doesn’t mean they lack opinions,” this week’s tagline. Scott further shows his provinciality by asking, “Where’m I gonna find homeless people?” to which Gus rejoins, “Not at home, I’d imagine.” Gus is clearly frustrated by Scott’s poor reporting and grousing, and is likely beginning to doubt the veracity of some of his sources and quotes, but as Templeton has been anointed by the managing and executive editors, there’s little Haynes can do.

McNulty triumphantly presents the news article to Landsman, who yawns loudly and insists, “Just because you got some fuckin’ reporter to buy your weak shit does not mean everyone else buys it.” But they’re beginning to do just that; it’s gone up the chain of command to the mayor, and the net result of McNulty’s efforts will be unlimited overtime for two detectives to start.

Clay continues making his rounds of arm-twisting and kicking and screaming when he visits Nerese’s office and says, “I do not fall alone.” He then follows this with “Sheeeeeeeeeeeeeiiiiiit,” one of his best ever, even if it does seem a little forced. Nerese uses the vile phrase “It is what it is,” which means nothing, to indicate that Clay is going to be taken care of in the end if he “stands tall” now. (Incidentally, I’ve heard that among some young “urban” fans of “The Wire” the phrase “Clay Davis” sometimes playfully replaces the word “shit” in conversation.)

Bubs is still working cleaning dishes at the soup kitchen, and the director wants him to start serving food. Worlds collide when Scott comes through seeking homeless react quotes, only to learn (after conducting a few interviews, it seems), that most of those who use the shelter are the working poor. The soup kitchen director says to Bubs, “The reporter the Sun paper sent over – not exactly Bob Woodward,” referring of course to one-half of the young, dynamic pair of reporters (the other being Carl Bernstein) who broke the Watergate scandal for The Washington Post in the early 1970s. Later, Bubs approaches Walon about getting tested for “the bug” (AIDS). Bubs’ AIDS test is negative, but Bubs feels guilty about this. Walon (Steve Earle) urges Bubs to let the past, along with his guilt and shame about it, go.

Bunk pulls McNulty into the box as Kima is assigned as the other detective on the homeless killer—as Bunk notes, being pulled off legitimate murders to work a fake case. Though Bunk has become a bit one-dimensional this season, with his one speed being incredulity and outrage over McNulty’s unethical and illegal tactics, he gives a whopper of a speech here: “You’ve lost your fuckin’ mind, Jimmy. Half-lit every third night, dead drunk every second. Nut deep in random pussy. What little time you do spend sober and limp-dicked, you’re working murders that don’t even exist.” This seems to have some impact on Jimmy, who insists that Kima keep working her triple murder investigation, but it’s too late to reconsider; Jimmy has set himself on a path now from which he can no longer escape.

Scott Templeton, when mingling with the homeless to try and find usable react quotes, encounters some of the same characters McNulty did earlier—they’re mentally ill, merely quirky, downright reticent, or just plain hostile. A good example of this is a man (played by Joe Hansard) who gives his name as Nathan Levi Boston and seems on the verge of telling Scott who did the homeless murders, but then says, “Do you believe Satan walks the earth in a fleshly form?” Scott is utterly stymied and defeated. The scene in the shelter and among the homeless suggests that Scott has no ability to connect with ordinary people—nor does he seem to have the ability to empathize with his subjects or think outside his own experience, perhaps explaining why he finds it necessary to fabricate (more on that later).

Clay Davis appears on an African American AM talk radio station (it may have been WOLB 1010 AM—and was that Larry Young, who has a morning show on the station, interviewing him? If that’s so, it was a brilliant bit of casting; Young is a former state legislator from Baltimore who was expelled in 1998 for allegedly taking kickbacks and improper dealings). A rally is to be held at 2pm outside the courthouse to support Clay, who is presenting himself as just another example of a Black leader who is only trying to do good, but is persecuted for it by the white power establishment. Clay says, “It’s time to lift ev’ry voice,” a reference to the “Negro National Anthem” by James Weldon Johnson. Later, Royce speaks on Clay’s behalf at the aforementioned rally because Royce is dirty too, and Clay is going to carry the water for all of them. While smiling and holding up Clay’s hand for the photo op, Royce mutters to Clay that he’d better stand tall on this, meaning he needs an assurance that Clay will absorb all the punishment in return for Royce’s ongoing support.

Back in the newsroom, Alma informs Gus that more manpower has been assigned, according to the PIO (which stands for Public Information Office, I believe). Fletch turns in great background work, including the fact that the first victim was an ex-Marine. Scott breezes in, having magically found react quotes from a whole family of four living under the Hanover Street bridge. The name of the father was Nathan Levi Boston—a name actually given to him by crazed individual who kept invoking the devil. He even describes how the mother kept stroking her son’s blond hair. Templeton has quite obviously fabricated this entire family and all the quotes and information gathered. His invention of a blond-haired boy represents pandering of the worst sort—he believes the paper’s (particularly white, middle class) readership will respond more strongly and empathetically to a white homeless family than an African American or family of color. Shortly thereafter, Scott insists the homeless serial killer story has legs and he continues neglecting the schools series—and as we’ll soon learn, Scott knows exactly why the story has legs.

McNulty ignores his ex-wife’s phone calls, then finally shows up at her house, having missed his son’s play. His sons, who seem to be in their mid-teens, are practically indifferent to their absentee father’s short visit and nervous jokes. It’s a sad commentary on how skewed his priorities have become, as he’s now a hackneyed stereotype: a philandering divorced man, an alcoholic who buries himself in his work and the bottle to bury his pain. His ex-wife, Elena (Callie Thorne) then talks to Jimmy outside the house, noting that she talked to Beadie, who is at the end of her rope with him. The ex-wife says she was actually happy for him and Beadie when he’d seemed to turn things around—but now he’s throwing it all away. McNulty, who is expert at avoiding his problems, just walks away. In a later scene, Beadie meets briefly with Bunk in desperation to try and make sense of what’s happening with McNulty—for she’s about to “put him out.” Bunk, also bewildered by his friend’s behavior, is torn between his allegiance to McNulty and Jimmy’s obviously hurting companion; he makes vague excuses for McNulty’s behavior, downplaying his transgressions, and Beadie leaves disappointed.

In the first scene in which we observe the actual machinations of Templeton’s dishonesty, Scott uses a payphone to call his cell, then writes notes in a reporter’s notebook while listening to neither. His fabrications are bound to emerge somehow, but it’s still unclear how. A subsequent scene occurs in The Sun’s boardroom and features Klebanow, Gus Haynes, Scott, McNulty, and perhaps the publisher. Scott claims to have spoken to the serial killer, who called his cell from a payphone; he’s in deep now. According to the “killer,” he will produce twelve bodies before he’s finished, after which he’ll go somewhere else. The “killer” goes on to insist that they wanted him to bite them, that they asked for it. He complains that the article made him sound like a pervert. After Scott asked the “killer” if he was angry at the men, the caller hung up.

McNulty’s reactions in this scene are priceless: he knows it’s all fabricated, but he doesn’t know how to play this. This development—a reporter now fabricating developments—could ruin or make his case. Scott goes on to make up details: it was a white guy in his 40s who spoke in a calm monotone. McNulty says that the Homicide unit received a similar phone call (he’s lying, clearly, to play along and capitalize on his sudden good fortune). As Gus leaves the meeting, he remarks, “Ten minutes ago I’d have said this whole thing was complete bullshit. Shows what I know, I guess.” He’s on to Scott, but can he prove it? Surely he’ll get the evidence he will need—I can’t wait to see how this will play out.

Omar, with Butchie’s friend Donnie (Larry Andrews), stakes out Marlo’s lieutenant, Monk—not to be confused with America’s favorite obsessive-compulsive detective, played by Tony Shalhoub on USA. Omar’s patient, waiting night after night, but he seems oblivious to the fact that he’s also being watched and, as it turns out, set up. This seems to me like a blunder quite out of character for Omar. When he and Donnie decide to ambush Monk’s family, they encounter Snoop, Chris and Michael, who have been lying in wait for them. There is a heart-stopping shootout, during which Omar dives behind a couch and seems to show real fear for the first time since he was sent to prison. After Donnie is killed, Omar takes a Batman-like flying leap (his trenchcoat even billows like a cape) out the third-floor window, seemingly disappearing into thin air. Michael, Chris and Snoop peer off the balcony, baffled as to where he’s gone. (Where the hell did he go?)

Next on “The Wire”: we see Randy—he’s grown too! The mayor gives a speech about the homeless murders; Marlo is doubling the bounty (on Omar?) and seems to be making a play for control of the coop.

END OF EPISODE 55 NOTES

Monsoon's Weather Update for Friday, 25 January 2008

Forecast Update…

Friday 1/25: mostly sunny and breezy; clouding up late. High 32, low 16.

Saturday 1/26: partly cloudy; cloudier late with snow showers—trace or no accumulation. High 34, low 23.

Sunday 1/27: partly cloudy and not quite as frigid. High 40, low 26.

Monday 1/28: partly to mostly sunny and milder. High 45, low 29.

Tuesday 1/29: cloudy and quite windy. High 40, low 27.

Wednesday 1/30: partly sunny and windy; chills in the 20s during the day and teens at night. High 37, low 22.

Thursday 1/31: partly to mostly cloudy and rather windy. High 38, low 27.

Friday 2/1: cloudy and breezy; clearing late. High 34, low 17.

Next weekend: highs in the mid 30s and lows in the low 20s; maybe some snow and/or sleet on Sunday into Monday.

Beyond: Warmer on Monday and Tuesday the 4^th and 5^th (highs in mid to upper 40s) as lots of moisture moves in, then a cold front sweeps through and sends us back into the 30s during the day and teens at night. The timing of the moisture and cold on Monday and Tuesday will be critical; if anything changes, we could be in for some frozen precipitation. As of now, though, I don’t see any snowstorms on the horizon. (For those of you who hate snow: you’re welcome. For those of you who crave snow: I don’t make the weather; I just report it.)

Have a great weekend!

Monsoon

Flashback Friday: What I Did On My Summer Vacation from 8/29/05

It's FLASHBACK FRIDAY again, kids!  I'd like to take you back to the beginning of the 2005-06 school year, when I opened with a story about my wife, me, a turtle, and the Pennsylvania Turnpike.  Enjoy!  --Monsoon

What I Did On My Summer Vacation by Monsoon Martin

Monday, 29 August 2005

“I have a question for you, Glen. Think back to July 18^th. Were you…walking on the Pennsylvania Turnpike?” This seemingly off-the-wall question posed by a colleague last week took me back to one of the most exhilarating, strange, well-intentioned, but ill-advised memories of my summer vacation. “Yes, that was me,” I replied sheepishly, and was quite understandably called upon to explain why.

First, let me inaugurate the 2005-06 school year with the forecast for the next few days. I wish I could say it’s going to be sunny and pleasant with low humidity as we begin the school year. But alas, I cannot. That kind of weather will have to wait until next week…

Monday night : Scattered showers and thunderstorms may develop in the evening. Due to the influx of tropical moisture, it will be quite humid. Low 68.

Tuesday : The first day of school for Muhlenberg. Mostly cloudy in the morning, with showers and thunderstorms developing in the afternoon. Rain could be heavy at times as the moisture from Katrina begins to be drawn into our area. Humid. High 83, low 70.

Wednesday : The first day of school for Mifflin. The remnants of Hurricane Katrina will come through midday Wednesday into Thursday. As of now, it appears this system will track a bit west of our area, but will still produce moderate winds and some heavy downpours. An inch to two inches of rain may fall Tuesday into Wednesday; more could fall in some locations. We need the rain, but this heavy rainfall could produce localized flooding. Watch for gusty thunderstorms. Still humid. High 83, low 66.

On July 18^th, in the late afternoon, Kachina and I were motoring peacefully westbound on the Pennsylvania Turnpike, when suddenly my sweet wife exclaimed, “A turtle! Did you see that?” Since I was focused on the safe operation of our motor vehicle, I had not. Before I could answer, this reasonable woman said, “Pull over!” As luck would have it, there was a “pull-off” just ahead on the right. We pulled off and had barely come to a complete stop when this otherwise rational, sane woman said, “I’ve got to go get that turtle!” and bounded out of the car, walking alongside the Pennsylvania Turnpike.

At this point it is prudent to cite regulation 601.10 from the Turnpike’s rules, of which we were then blissfully unaware: “Pedestrian travel or entry on the right-of-way of the Turnpike System is prohibited.”

Bewildered, but deciding that I didn’t want my dear spouse to be running around on the Turnpike alone, I waited a moment and then walked after her, back to the site where she had seen the turtle. By the time I arrived, Kachina had already walked across two lanes of automobiles traveling at 70 miles per hour or better, and was trying to pick up an object that was about the size of a hubcap—a monster truck hubcap—and was brownish green in color. The turtle had evidently tried to cross the road, but had made it only halfway (miraculously without being flattened by a speeding tractor trailer in the westbound lanes) before its journey was cruelly stymied by the concrete barrier in the middle.

A split second later Kachina recoiled from the animal, then dashed back across the road to where I was waiting. “It tried to bite me!” she said with an admixture of outrage, shock, and fear, since it should have been obvious to the imperiled creature that she was only trying to help. And then: “You go pick it up!” I then crossed all the fast traffic and came face to face with the prehistoric reptile. The beast, in a word, was pissed.

Thursday : Katrina scoots by; rain ending in the A.M. Some peeks of sunshine in the afternoon. High 84, low 62.

Friday : The tropical moisture is pushed out of the area and high pressure settles in. Dramatic decrease in humidity; mostly sunny skies. High 81, low 60.

Saturday : Continued pleasant and sunny. High 80, low 58.

Right about now, dear reader, you may be thinking: These are two seemingly level-headed educators. Why in the hell did they think it was a good idea to go running around the Turnpike after a turtle? Didn’t they think to call someone? Or just keep driving? And all I can say is, No. We did not.

After a few unsuccessful attempts to pick the being up myself—forestalled by its prodigiously long neck and powerful jaws—we felt we needed a different tack in capturing the wayward animal and returning it to safety. My wife, who solves a dizzying array of problems each and every day in her classroom, proposed this solution: “I know! I’ll get my coat. We can throw it over the turtle”—presumably to disorient it—“and then we’ll be able to pick it up.” As Kachina went to get her coat in the car, she motioned for me to come back to the side of the road from my current location—next to the concrete traffic divider with my new friend. I did not understand this motion and gave her the thumbs-up. I remained in the middle of the Pennsylvania Turnpike.

I spent part of this time noting the faces of drivers as they scorched past me—faces that said, “What the bloody hell is that guy doing? Is he crazy?” I spent the other portion of my quiet time reasoning with the turtle, which according to my wife was more than a little bit amusing to behold. “Alright, now, my friend. Let’s cut the crap. I’m only trying to help you. No—now, hissing at me is just unfriendly. I’m going to pick you up and—OK, maybe I’m not. Boy, you almost really bit me that time, you little—”

“Honey?” Kachina said. “Had any luck talking to the turtle?” My sullen deportment said all she needed to know. As planned, we placed the jacket over the turtle’s head. The turtle bit the jacket. We could not pick up the great creature. Our last-ditch plan was an unqualified failure.

Just then, I caught a flash of inspiration as I looked at the turtle’s alligator-like tail. If I could pick it up by the tail, perhaps then it would not be able to separate my hand from my arm. This just might work, I said to myself, as if hatching a plan in a movie. As Kachina watched for a break in traffic, I seized the beast—hissing and snapping futilely—by the tail, and ran across the road, inadvertently scraping its head slightly on the shoulder of the roadway. I deposited the turtle in a grassy area past the guardrail to ensure it would be safe, and it scampered (really, this thing could move) away from danger. (Whether it perceived the speeding vehicles or the two of us as a greater danger, I cannot say.)  I believe my wife and I actually high-fived to celebrate this best of all possible scenarios: the turtle and both Martins had escaped the ordeal with their lives.

Sunday : More of the same: sunny and pleasant. High 80, low 58.

Monday : More of the same. High 78, low 57.

Back to school projection for Tuesday through Friday : We will have highs in the upper 70s and lows in the upper 50s with little humidity and pleasant breezes. (Rain is possible toward the end of next week.) Hopefully this weather will begin to dispel some of the stale air and stifling heat that has been collecting in the building all summer long. Soon enough, children whining about the heat, pitted-out dress shirts, and fainting spells will be distant memories…

A postscript to our tale: As we made our way back to the car, a state police car went by and flashed its lights at us; soon after, a Pennsylvania Turnpike worker stopped on the other side of the road, made his way across to us, and asked what was going on. We explained as briefly and reasonably as possible. His only comment was, “Well, I guess you’ve done your good deed for the day.” And we were off.

We didn’t realize it at the time, but our encounter was with an American Snapping Turtle (chelydra serpentina) weighing about 30 to 40 pounds. According to my research, these reptiles spend most of their time in fresh water and are characterized by muscular legs and long, saw-edged tails. Since the plastron (underside) of the turtle is much smaller than the carapace (upper part of the shell), this turtle cannot draw itself into its shell to protect itself. Therefore, when threatened on dry land, the turtle become aggressive (no kidding!), using the powerful jaws that gave the animal its common name to defend itself. Its neck can reach back halfway to its tail, so the range of motion is extraordinary, allowing the animal to “snap” quite effectively. It strikes with amazing speed and force; its powerful jaws can tear flesh quite badly.

These animals typically only come out on dry land from late June to mid July to dig a nest and lay eggs (so, we reasoned, our friend must have been a mama snapper looking for a place to lay her eggs). A lot of the best nesting sites are near roads, which is unfortunate for the turtles. Snapping turtles like to nest in the soft sand and gravel of road shoulders. The eggs need to be above water to survive, so the females search out dry gravely spots to lay their eggs. Snapping turtles have also been known to travel more than a mile to mate or lay eggs, putting them in harm’s way as they end up crossing roads. Sadly, many adult female snapping turtles are killed every year, during the egg laying season, on our roads and highways.

For most of their lives, they like to hang out in shallow lakes, streams or swamps with lots of plants. The snapper eats invertebrates, carrion, aquatic plants, fish, birds, and small mammals. It spends most of its time in the water, either floating close to the surface, or lying in the mud in shallower water (usually, with only eyes and nostrils protruding).

And that, friends, is how I spent my summer vacation.

Monsoon

Monsoon's Weather Update for MLK Day 2008

Hey Friends,

Just wanted to give you a quick weather update, but before I do that, I wanted to give you the latest on my back situation, as many of you have been kind enough to inquire since I sent out the Open MRI piece. Despite the fact that my back has actually been giving me little to no pain over the past week or so, the MRI result is that I have a herniated disk in the lower lumbar region. I’m meeting with a specialist to discuss the MRI, who I suspect will prescribe some sort of exercises or physical therapy, maybe some narcotics, maybe a shot or something. Anything short of surgery, let’s hope…

Monday 1/21: sunny and very cold. High 24, low 15.

Tuesday 1/22: breezy and becoming overcast with flurries and snow showers developing toward late afternoon. I’m thinking a dusting here and there, with isolated spots getting as much as an inch. But the atmosphere is so dry here right now, I don’t see much resulting from this. Snow showers taper toward midnight. High 35, low 24.

Wednesday 1/23: sunny; becoming cloudy late with an evening flurry not out of the question as another arctic cold front moves in. High 32, low 15.

Thursday 1/24: partly cloudy and cold. High 26, low 11.

Friday 1/25: sunny and continued cold, but not quite as frigid. High 32, low 18.

The weekend: cold with highs in the mid 30s and lows in the low 20s. Snow showers are possible on Sunday, but I don’t think this is anything to worry about just now. Stay tuned for updates.

Next week: more of the same…highs in the mid 30s, lows in the low 20s.

Next chance for snow: I’m looking now toward the following weekend for a potentially major event. Friday 2/1, Saturday 2/2—keep an eye on that. I’ll keep you posted…

Your Weather-Servant,

Monsoon

Monsoon's "The Wire" Notes - Episode 54

“The Wire” Episode 54 – TRANSITIONS

Notes and observations

Please be advised that this episode of “The Wire” is available only HBO On Demand and will not air on HBO until Sunday, January 27^th at 9pm. The material below includes spoilers, so please do not read further if you do not want to know what happens in episode 54.

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Episode 54 (tagline: “Buyer’s market out there” – Templeton) is one of those Wire episodes that is more about setting up explosive scenarios than actually depicting explosive action. (Though the ending is certainly haunting and startling.)

It begins with Tony Colicchio (Benjamin Busch) and another narcotics detective staking out a corner observing a young boy openly placing a lunch bag under a stoop, which they assume is filled with drugs for sale. They roll up and make everyone present get up against the wall. Soon Tony (the hot-headed police with the faux-military jackbooted flat-top) retrieves the paper back and sticks his hand inside, only to find that there is actually feces inside, and he has been the butt of a childish prank. In his anger and embarrassment, Tony begins slamming the boys against the police van and wantonly arresting them for little apparent reason. Soon Carver arrives and questions why it is necessary to block traffic in all directions with this police action. Just then an African American motorist asks insistently—but politely—that one of the police cruisers be moved so he can get where he’s going. Tony attacks the motorist, pulling him halfway out of his driver’s side window, before being restrained by several other officers. Most troublingly, I was not surprised by such openly unethical and racist conduct.

Later in the show, Carver tries to coach Tony on how to write up the report and informs Tony that he had been beating on a teacher who was trying to get to an after-school program. When Tony asks why the teacher hadn’t said that, Carver snaps back, “He didn’t have a chance.” Tony’s anger again boils to the surface when he says of the teacher, and the idea of writing a report explaining his actions, “Fuck his ignorant ass.” It’s difficult to think of a more poignantly ironic statement in the history of the show—an African American teacher trying to get to an after-school program is beaten by an unhinged cop, but the teacher is the ignorant one.

As a result of his actions and lack of contrition, Carver informs Tony he’s going to write him up for “excessive force” and “conduct unbecoming.” Toward the end of the show, Herc comes by to have a beer with Carver in the squad lot and tries to intervene on Tony’s behalf. Herc—who is predictably friends with Tony—tells Carver that Tony is facing suspension and all but asks Carver to reconsider. Carver then tells Herc about the situation involving Randy from last season, when Herc was supposed to deliver him the boy as a witness, with tragic consequences. Carver sums up how dramatically different his and Herc’s paths have diverged by saying, “It all matters. I know we thought it didn’t, but … it does.”

On to the newsroom, where Scott Templeton is discussing with Alma whether he should take the “Preakness piece” or the one about a firefighter’s death to his interview with the Washington Post. While Templeton is focused on his interview, Alma is excited by rumors she has heard that Mayor Carcetti will be firing Burrell today. Again a contrast is evident here: Scott is dedicated to furthering his own career, while Alma is focusing on doing good journalism.

Since the show is constantly being compared to a novel, I’ll apply a literary term here: foil. Foils are characters that are opposite in nature, and whose contrasting characteristics highlight these traits in one another. An example from the literature I teach is in Shakespeare’s Hamlet: while Hamlet is pensive and unwilling to take action—he thinks but does not act—Laertes is hot-headed and rash—he acts before he thinks. Laertes’ impetuousness serves to underscore Hamlet’s lack of action, and vice versa. Foils in “The Wire” off the top of my head include Carver and Herc (one dedicated and responsible, one not); Scott and Alma (one a career-focused fabricator, the other an eager and passionate journalist); Gus and Whiting (one of whom yearns for the days when journalists were allowed to do their jobs, the other a corporate automaton with his head up his arse); the examples are many. The idea with foils is not that one character is all good and the other all bad, but simply that there is some aspect of their behaviors and natures that provide a striking contrast. This topic might be an interesting one to parse further on the message board.

Templeton’s interview at the Washington Post is a disaster. In it, we learn that he started out at the Wichita Eagle, then went to the Kansas City Star for three years, and has been at The Sun for two years. The interviewer (I’m unsure of his position at the paper) says of his feature article, “Your feature work is a little raw, language-wise,” meaning that Scott’s writing is too colorful, peppered with colloquialisms and flowery adjectives. Scott says that his editors encouraged him to write that way, but that “I prefer to write it dry,” meaning just the facts, with plain prose. We know this to be utterly false, of course; not only does Scott like to write florid prose (referring to Oriole Park at Camden Yards as a “Colosseum”) but that he also likes to invent quotations and perhaps even people altogether. Scott also shoots himself in the foot when the interviewer notes that “The Sun’s a fine paper” and Scott replies, “Before the cutbacks, maybe,” after which the interviewer notes that The Post is still scooped by The Sun on occasion. Bashing one’s current employer is unattractive in interviews—and seriously diminishes his own value: if he works at what he thinks is a shitty rag, what kind of experience will he bring to us? Scott is told his résumé will be kept on file and sent briskly on his way. (When Alma later asks him how the interview went, he delivers the episode’s tagline: “Buyer’s market out there” and adds, somewhat unconvincingly, that “The Sun’s not so bad.”)

In the ensuing newsroom scene, one of the reporter’s chairs has an “I’m union and proud!” sticker on the back, which was a nice touch. It’s the attention to detail, as always, that makes this show what it is. (The “Fill-It-In” puzzle books on Prop Joe’s table later in the episode are another one of these seemingly throwaway touches that enhance the show’s naturalism.) Alma and another reporter are struggling to get comments or confirmation (even off the record) from police and government sources about the commissioner’s imminent firing, again underscoring the value of veteran reporters and their well-cultivated sources. Twigg, who is packing up his desk on his last day, gives the younger reporters a “gift” by placing a call to one of his sources (was it Stan Valchek?) as the e-dot deadline approaches.

At Carcetti’s “grip and grin” press conference, with Burrell and Daniels standing behind him, the mayor pays bureaucratic, politically prudent tribute to Burrell on his “retirement” while Gus, watching in the newsroom on television with a group of other reporters, “translates,” giving up the true meaning behind Carcetti’s pedestrian statements: “He feared and hated me, and I merely wanted him dead,” which sounds like Gus is quoting someone, but I can’t figure out who. When Carcetti talks about Burrell’s having played a role in “making Baltimore a safer city,” Gus quips, “don’t stray from the Inner Harbor,” and finishes off Carcetti’s speech with “It took a while, but I finally put his ass out to pasture.” When the mayor presents a plaque to Burrell at the end of the news conference, Gus says, “Plaques for hacks – prerogative of any big city mayor.” Gus Haynes is every bit the world-weary cynic, and Clark Johnson plays him with aplomb.

Soon, Managing Editor Thomas Klebanow, who has observed the tail end of Gus’s remarks, asks where the paper is with the story. Gus tells him that Twigg was the one who could “work department sources” and that a “veteran in the cop shop is what gets us over on a story like this” but, he adds sarcastically, “fuck if we didn’t buy ours out.” Klebanow’s response, which manages to be condescending while seeking to defuse the employee’s anger, will be familiar to anyone who has dealt with a hard-headed, perpetually-missing-the-point member of middle management: “I understand you’re disappointed with the cutbacks, but civility is important. I’ve been meaning to talk to you about your profanity. … A collegial atmosphere is essential.”

Immediately thereafter, the local news shows Clay Davis’ “perp walk,” orchestrated by the state’s attorney, leaving his Grand Jury testimony. (His comments to the assembled television reporters are vintage, oily Clay Davis, who composes himself quickly after being badly shaken when Rhonda reveals some of the evidence they hold against him.) Gus is dismayed to see a story on TV that his own paper has missed completely. When he calls over Bill Zorzi, who covers the Federal courts for The Sun, Zorzi reminds Gus that the paper no longer has daily city court coverage. Zorzi tells Gus facetiously that he’d be happy to take on the city courthouse coverage as well. “In fact,” he generously offers, “why don’t you just stick a broom up my ass and I’ll sweep the floor while I’m at it?” Great line, oft-repeated, can’t find its origin for the life of me.

Scott’s going to help Zorzi run down the Clay Davis story and play “catch up.” Gus closes the scene by lamenting the fact that when the state’s attorney leaked the fact that Clay Davis would be leaving his Grand Jury testimony (“setting up a perp walk”), the newspaper did not get a phone call. “All they care about is the video,” he grumbles.

The next newsroom scene is in the tradition of the “evacuate” scene in episode 51, and is one of the reasons I’m loving this season, as someone familiar with the journalistic profession, as an English teacher, and as a lover of language. A copy editor asks Gus to take a look at the “fifth graph” (paragraph) of Alma’s article about Burrell. It reads, “The mayor, incensed by the commissioner’s performance,…” Jay reads the copy and says “to incense is to inflame with wrath; it speaks to obsession. Is that the mayor’s state of mind?” Jay suggests they use “galled, vexed, annoyed—safer still, displeased.” This sort of back-and-forth banter and debate was more common in newsrooms of old, but is increasingly rare at today’s understaffed, overworked newspapers with high turnover. Gus admiringly says to Jay, “You’d take the crab out of crab soup,” by which I think he means that he’d cut anything unnecessary or errantly cited.

Gus also gives Scott a rare “atta boy” for his work on the Clay Davis piece, which is not likely to be his choice of words when it comes out that Scott has been cooking his articles.

(A possible error I noticed, which doesn’t happen often on “The Wire”: I thought Alma had the byline on the Burrell article, but when Landsman is reading the paper, it’s difficult to read but I think it’s Roger Twigg on the byline.)

Near the end of the episode, Prop Joe brings Marlo to meet with Levy to discuss his finances (namely, laundering and hiding them more effectively, it would seem). Sitting in Levy’s office reading the paper is Herc, now an investigator. Marlo looks at Herc and asks, “you ever find that camera?” and Herc replies, “it cost me the job.” Herc is such a clueless dolt that I actually enjoyed the fact that Marlo needled him here. As Levy meets privately with Marlo, Herc then makes small talk with Prop Joe about the fact that Burrell is out as commissioner. Prop Joe says, “Ervin was a year before me at Dunbar. He was in the glee club.” Pressed further, Joe says Burrell was “stone stupid.” “Dunbar” refers to Paul Laurence Dunbar High School in Baltimore, named after the African American poet (the school’s sports teams are even called the Poets).

Continuing with Prop Joe, who had a strong presence in this episode… He begins the episode in a flower shop, purchasing a funeral arrangement—foreshadowing if I’ve ever seen it—for Butchie. The card, according to Joe, should read, “Woe to them that call evil good, and good evil. Your true and loyal friend, Proposition Joe.” It’s an approximation of Isaiah 5:20: “Woe to those who call evil good, and good evil; who substitute darkness for light and light for darkness; who substitute bitter for sweet, and sweet for bitter! Who to those who are wise in their own eyes, and clever in their own sight!” Aside from its obvious implications to “The Wire” universe, sending that card to Butchie’s funeral not only sent a message to Omar that Joe was not involved in Butchie’s murder, but also sealed his fate with Marlo.

At the end of the episode, Prop Joe thinks he’s going to go away for a while to get out of Omar’s path, but Chris and Marlo emerge and it becomes clear to Joe that he is to be killed. In true fashion, his final words are, “A proposition, then…I’ll just go away, and you’ll never see me again.” Marlo assures Joe that he could no more change what he is that Marlo could. Then, in one of the most chilling scenes on the show, Marlo speaks in almost soothing tones to Joe, who sits before him at the table: “Close your eyes, relax. There now, breathe easy,” at which time Chris points a gun at the back of Joe’s neck and pulls the trigger. Marlo’s eyes—cold, remorseless, soulless—gaze dispassionately at Proposition Joe’s body, and the episode ends.

Judging from the previews—was that Snoop and Omar having a shootout, with Omar ducking behind a couch?—the next episode will be breathtaking.

END OF EPISODE 54 NOTES

Monsoon's Update on Weekend Snow Potential, Arctic Cold

Friends,

An update on the weekend snow potential, and beyond…

Look for temperatures to rise into the low 40s this afternoon, melting most of what laid yesterday, then plummet down toward 20 overnight.

Saturday will be colder with a high reaching only 36 as a strong cold front moves through in the afternoon. Look for snow flurries and showers in the afternoon and through the evening, perhaps extending overnight. But this area of precipitation now appears as though it will deal us only a glancing blow, so I’m not expecting more than a dusting to an inch in our area.

The call for Saturday, then: overcast with widely scattered snow showers; winds increase during the day. High 36, low 18. Evening and overnight wind chills will reach into the single digits, so bundle up!

Sunday will see clearing, persistently windy conditions, and extreme cold. High 21, low 9.

Cold again, partly cloudy and breezy on Monday with a high of 25 and a low of 15.

Next chances for snow are Tuesday throughout the day and evening; this has the potential to drop a few inches in our area, so stay tuned on that one. Thursday the 24^th is looking rather like Saturday with light snow and scattered snow showers. On Tuesday the 29^th, there’s a major system that could drop some serious-assed snow in our area. I know that will be music to many of your earholes!

Have a great extended weekend…

Monsoon

Monsoon's Weather Alert for Thursday, 17 January 2008

Friends,

There have been some alarming forecasts that as much as four inches of snow could accumulate in our area today into tomorrow. I have reexamined the latest meteorological indicators and here’s what I think it going to happen:

Look for flurries and light snow beginning late morning and continuing through the late afternoon, accumulating a coating to an inch and a half at most (more in northern Berks and the Lehigh Valley, where the changeover will take longer; less in Lancaster County, where the changeover will happen more rapidly).

As our region is gradually infused with warm air aloft, we’ll see precipitation mix with sleet at first; expect a snow-sleet mixture as precipitation gets steadier, anytime from 3pm to 9pm. Freezing rain is also likely late in this period.

Toward midnight we should start to see rain mixing in with the sleet, then precipitation should change over to all rain after midnight—washing away what little accumulation may have lain.

Rain will taper and end by the middle of Friday morning at the latest, and then we may even see some sunshine in the afternoon.

Driving conditions should be fine this afternoon, but use caution because even the merest coating on the roadway can cause periodic slippage.

The period from roughly 4pm to 10pm—when the temperature aloft is rising, but the surface temperatures are still pretty cold—is the period I’m most concerned about. Sleet and freezing rain can cause problems with icing on roads, especially less-traveled ones. Use the most caution during this period.

The Friday morning commute should be just fine, but be aware of slick spots that may appear, as temperatures will still be hovering just above freezing as we make our way giddily to our places of employment.

Highs and lows: Thursday 36/30; Friday 44/21; Saturday 36/15 with scattered snow showers possible; Sunday 22/9.

Cancellations: Early dismissal Thursday 35%; delay Friday 25%; cancellation Friday 10%.

Drive safely!

Monsoon

Monsoon's Quick Weather Update for Thursday, 16 January 2008

My friends…

Just a quick update about tomorrow’s winter weather(ish) event and beyond…

[A note to my readers outside the immediate Dutch Country region: My forecast area is roughly the central and southern Berks County and northern Lancaster County region, with periodic comments on an expanded area including Philadelphia, the Lehigh Valley, and other parts of central Pennsylvania.]

Wednesday 1/16: sunny and clear after some AM flurries; light and variable winds. High 41, low 27.

Thursday 1/17: overcast with a chance of flurries or brief snow showers (with rain mixed) in the late morning and afternoon. Snow mixing with rain in the evening, changing to all snow overnight and accumulating perhaps an inch to an inch and a third. High 38, low 32.

Friday 1/18: brief morning snow showers turning to rain as temperatures warm up slightly and ending gradually by late morning. Temperatures will then plummet in the evening as the “arctic freeze” sets in; we won’t get above freezing again until the middle of next week. High 44, low 23.

Probability of delay Thursday: 10%

Probability of cancellation Thursday: 5%

Probability of early dismissal Thursday: 20%

Probability of delay Friday: 25%

Probability of cancellation Friday: 10%

Probability of raining frogs: 5%

Saturday 1/19: partly cloudy with a flurry or brief snow shower or two throughout the day. High 31, low 15.

Sunday 1/20: partly sunny, brisk, and very, very cold. High 22, low 11.

Monday 1/21: partly to mostly sunny and continued cold. High 28, low 19.

Tuesday 1/22: partly cloudy. High 29, low 15.

Wednesday 1/23: partly cloudy and a bit less frigid. High 34, low 23.

Thursday 1/24: partly sunny; then becoming overcast with snow developing in the evening and continuing overnight. This has the potential to be a measurable event, so stay tuned for updates. High 32, low 18.

Friday 1/25: tapering to flurries early, then partly cloudy and less frigid. High 37, low 23.

Next weekend: partly to mostly cloudy with highs in the low 40s and lows in the 20s.

Beyond: some sleet and/or snow for Monday the 28^th and/or Tuesday the 29^th. Otherwise rather cold with highs around freezing and lows dipping into the teens…

Monsoon

"The Wire" episode 53 notes & observations - contains spoilers

“The Wire” – episode 53

Notes and observations; episode 53 is on HBO On Demand only and will air on Sunday, January 20^th at 9pm. Please be aware there are spoilers present below.

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Episode 53—tagline, “They’re dead where it doesn’t count” from Fletcher—was one of the best of the series so far, in any season—the writing, the plot twists, the character development were all stellar.

The episode focuses on a wide range of topics, from Marlo’s money laundering to Michael’s tension between childhood and his responsibilities to his corner; from the Clay Davis Grand Jury to upheaval in the commissioner’s office; from cuts at The Sun to McNulty’s concocted serial killer.

The episode begins by concentrating on the aftermath of the murders by Snoop and Chris in episode 53, namely the ink it receives. Alma Gutierrez’ article, headlined “Three killed in west side home invasion,” was originally 35 column-inches and appeared destined for the front page. Instead it receives 12 inches below the fold in the Metro section. Alma runs from store to store at around 5 in the morning looking for the paper, then finally ends up at one of the printing plants to get a look at her first “front,” or front-page story for which she has the sole byline (so-called because it contains “By” and the reporter’s name). Gus apologetically says, “your piece took a bad bite,” acknowledging that Alma’s article was cut considerably; though it wasn’t his fault, he says “we messed up” in not giving the story a more prominent place.

The problem, according to Fletcher, is that “they’re dead where it doesn’t count,” and speculates that it’s the “wrong zip code.” If three had been killed in Timonium, an affluent, 90% white suburb of Baltimore, it would have received front-page status and at least 35 inches.

Soon the troops are gathered in The Sun’s newsroom (they’re even fetched from across the hall in Features and Sports) for announcements by the managing editor and the executive editor, James C. Whiting. Gus and some veterans of the newsroom speculate that “maybe we got sold again,” a reference to the fact that first the LA Times then the Chicago Tribune have bought The Sun in recent years. Gus observes sardonically that “we’re the minnow” because they keep getting swallowed up by media conglomerates. There’s also speculation that Whiting might be poised to announce Pulitzer Prize wins for the paper, but these are not due out for a week—and besides, Gus notes, if he were about to deliver such news, he would be sporting an unmistakable erection.

Whiting begins by using vague, euphemistic language to hint at what’s to come: buyouts and layoffs. “The news hole is shrinking,” he says, and advertising dollars are down. The news hole refers to the news content to be produced, increasingly dictated by the amount of space that needs to be allocated in each day’s paper. The bigger the ad space and other peripherals, the smaller the news hole. Because circulations are generally down, advertisers are being more and more stingy with their advertising dollars at newspapers. Whiting goes on to say that “technology is driving distribution” and that the internet has become a free source of news content. As I’ve discussed before, and others have picked up on, the newspaper industry has, by and large, allowed technology to control the gathering and dissemination of news, rather than harnessing technology into a profitable and affirming tool. In other words, the newspapers have gotten played by the internet rather than playing it, to borrow one of the show’s many taglines.

As a result of all this, Whiting says that “hard choices” had to be made in order to meet “budgetary targets” set by the Tribune company. Five foreign bureaus—London, Beijing, Moscow, Johannesburg, and Jerusalem—are to be shuttered immediately. (See my post on episode 51 for a more in-depth exploration of this trend.) There will also be a fresh round of buyouts involving veteran workers, along with layoffs. For the first of two utterances in the episode (and his third over all this season), Whiting says they need to “find ways to do more with less.”

Then managing editor Thomas Klebanow (David Kostabile) is thrown to the wolves by Whiting as he reads a prepared statement and fields their questions. He talks about a “voluntary separation plan”—a euphemistic way of saying “buyouts” that is laughably antiseptic in tone. Under a VSS (voluntary separation scheme), the corporate entity eliminates the positions of those who “volunteer” to take buyouts, saving the company lots of money in the long run. Essentially, veteran workers are “voluntarily” separated from their jobs, the jobs themselves are separated from the newsroom, and the newspaper is separated more and more from the quality on which it once prided itself. Some employees will be “moving on to other opportunities beyond The Sun.” Aside from the celestial implications of such a move, this is another euphemistic way of saying that there will be firings.

Gus Haynes (Clark Johnson), the conscience of the newsroom and the voice of true journalism in the show, asks of Klebanow, “How come there’s cuts in the newsroom when the paper’s still profitable?” It’s a valid question, since the profits of most newspapers, though down, are still the envy of many ordinary corporations. But the managing editor only offers corporate doublespeak and bottom-line apologetics in response. Gus is later pulled in to a meeting with Whiting and Klebanow during which he’s told that “we’re counting on you to transition the new team” and Gus shares his frustrations and concerns that he is being left with a gutted staff.

The word “cooked” is used a couple of times in this episode. It occurs to me that one of the themes of this episode and season in general is becoming the idea of “cooking,” a term with origins in accounting; to “cook the books” means to falsify financial records to cover up wrongdoing, inflate profits, or hide deficits. In the school plot, the jump in numbers (test scores are up 15%, apparently) is likely the result of “cooking”—though this isn’t stated; Burrell has “cooked” his crime statistics, for which his job is in jeopardy; McNulty is “cooking” the cases to produce a phony narrative about a serial killer targeting the homeless; Scott Templeton is “cooking” his pieces, it’s becoming clear (more on that later); and Prop Joe is “cooking” (really, laundering) money for Marlo, which also tangentially involves Clay Davis.

Speaking of “cooked” crime statistics, the mayor’s office is planning to “leak” the real statistics to The Sun. This term means to give out information surreptitiously, usually for personal or professional reasons involving strategy or retribution. (The Valerie Plame CIA “leak” case comes to mind here as a particularly nefarious example of this phenomenon, but ordinary leaks happen all the time, usually involve little harm, and are quite indispensable to both the political and journalistic systems.) Cut to a scene with Carcetti’s chief of staff and political voice of reason Norman Wilson (Reg E. Cathey) sitting at a bar with city editor Gus Haynes, who had been summoned via text message by Norman. It’s revealed that Norman used to work at The Sun before getting into politics; Norman goes on to “leak” the information that Mayor Carcetti is planning to “shitcan” Commissioner Burrell and that Chief of Detectives Cedric Daniels is the “frontrunner” for the position after a likely interim period with Rawls in charge.

Roger Twigg (Bruce Kirkpatrick) is featured prominently in this episode, primarily because he’s offered one of the buyouts. Twigg is a veteran reporter who has worked police cases for years. According to Twigg, “they can hire one and a half twentysomethings for what it costs to keep me in print.” This sort of crystallizes the problem with modern journalism and the rampant buyouts—an inexperienced staff with high turnover is replacing entrenched, established, veteran journalists who have become masters of their craft.

Gus goes to Scott with Norman’s leak, offers the young reporter the story, and asks Scott what he knows about Daniels, but Scott’s never heard of Daniels. Gus poses the same question to Twigg and receives a litany of information—all off the top of his head—based on years of working sources, knowing the players, and doing good journalism. Twigg gets the story. Again, this scene sums up many of the points the show is trying to make about modern journalism: Twigg, who is an undeniably valuable resource and stellar reporter, is being bought out, while the floundering the comparatively clueless Scott is taking his place, in a sense. In fact, when Scott is told by Gus to find “react quotes” (reactions about the story’s subject from local lawmakers, political movers and shakers, police sources, and the like) to accompany Twigg’s piece, he simply fabricates or pipes a quote. When pressed by Gus Haynes, Scott says that the “high-ranking city hall source” is actually Nerese Campbell (Marlyne Afflack). As I stated in my episode 52 posting, I fear Scott’s fabrications will only get more outrageous and brazen, with disastrous consequences for The Sun and for the subjects of the paper’s legitimate stories.

The good news here, if there is any to be had, is that Twigg’s police department reporting is being picked up by the dedicated, hard-working, and intuitive Alma Gutierrez. When concocting the serial killer story, McNulty decides to “leak” word of these linked homicides to The Sun and calls Alma. When the two meet at a coffee shop, he tries to charm and flatter her (saying that he’s read her stuff, and that it’s very good; flirting with her) but she’s having none of it (“bullshit,” she answers when he compliments her writing; “I’ve got a boyfriend, detective,” she fires back when he openly flirts).

In a scene at a bar, Gus and Roger Twigg chat about their lives and careers, clearly yearning for a simpler and purer time in journalism. Gus recalls watching his father read the paper raptly each morning before departing for work, and wanting to be a part of something so important that it held his father’s undivided attention. Roger remembers seeing a man on a train folding his “broadsheet” meticulously and examining it rapturously, looking every bit the smartest man on the train; that was the moment he knew he wanted to be in the newspaper business.

(A broadsheet is the most popular newspaper style, consisting of long, vertical pages folded in half; a full broadsheet contains four pages—front and back—while a half broadsheet contains two pages—a single sheet printed front and back. Tabloids are newspapers that are folded only once in the center. Examples of broadsheets include The Sun, The Philadelphia Inquirer, and The New York Times; tabloids include The New York Post and the Philadelphia Daily News; “tabloid” has also come to mean sensationalized or gossipy rags, but not all papers that appear in this format fall into the derogatory “tabloid” category.)

The scene with Roger and Gus is a touching scene, one that says a lot about both characters and about the newspaper business as a whole. Roger bids farewell by repeating H.L. Mencken’s epitaph: “If, after I depart this vale, you ever remember me and have thought to please my ghost, forgive some sinner and wink your eye at some homely girl.” Henry Louis (H.L.) Mencken was known as the “Sage of Baltimore” and was a journalist, essayist, and satirist active during the first half of the twentieth century. He is noted for his coverage of the Scopes trial (he coined “Scopes Monkey trial”), his incendiary editorials, and his pithy one-liners. A few of my favorites, some of which I’ve shared with my students…

“A cynic is a man who, when he smells flowers, looks around for a coffin.”

“Love is the triumph of imagination over intelligence.”

“Nobody ever went broke underestimating the intelligence of the American public.”

“Democracy is the theory that the common people know what they want, and deserve to get it good and hard.”

A great scene in this outstanding episode—and my notes here have covered mainly the journalistic aspects, leaving out provocative material with the likes of Omar and Prop Joe and Michael and DuQuan, for example—is when McNulty is anxious to see the splashy article he expects based upon his leaked information about the spurious serial killer. He runs to an honor box (the coin-operated newspaper boxes, so-called because it is only on one’s “honor” that one takes only one newspaper, rather than several) as the paying customer is getting his newspaper. As McNulty says “hold it!” and reaches in to retrieve a newspaper he hasn’t paid for, the man mutters, “you cheap motherfucker” as he walks away. McNulty is crestfallen to discover that the story about the fact that the murders of homeless men may be linked was positively buried on a deep interior page of the Metro section and received the briefest of treatments. Landsman later describes its position as “back in the girdle ads.”

Most riotous of all is the scene in which Bunk has brought Lester into “the box” to talk some sense into McNulty regarding his scheme. Much to Bunk’s amazement and indignation, Lester actually begins to counsel McNulty on how to improve his scheme. A classic scene.

END OF EPISODE 53 NOTES

Monsoon's Winter Weather Update - Sunday 1/13 to Monday 1/14 event

My friends…

The forecast models are in wild disagreement about the Sunday night into Monday winter weather event; one suggests a foot of snow will fall, while most others are in the range of a dusting to a few inches’ accumulation. I’m going to lean toward the conservative side for the first time in my life and say that it’s not going to amount to much of concern for our area. The breakdown…

Sunday 1/13: cloudy with rain showers developing toward evening, changing to wet snow before midnight. Wet snow will continue on and off overnight, with up to two inches of accumulation likely by the morning commute. High 46, low 29.

Monday 1/14: snow tapers to snow showers and flurries, perhaps mixing with a bit of rain toward afternoon. High 36, low 27.

Accumulations:

Extreme northern Berks, Allentown, Poconos: 4-5 inches

Bucks County, northeast Philly: 6-8 inches

Northern New Jersey and into New England: up to a foot or more

Most of Philly, Chester, Delaware Counties: slushy coating to an inch; majority rain

Central and southern Berks, northern Lancaster, Lebanon Counties: 1 to 2 inches

Dauphin County, Harrisburg, southern Lancaster County: slushy coating to an inch; mixed bag

School closing predictions:

Forecast area (in bold above): 10% cancellation; 35% delay on Monday

Tuesday 1/15: partly cloudy with increasing clouds late; flurries or a brief snow shower possible.

Rest of the week and looking ahead: pretty quiet with highs in the 30s and lows in the 20s, then the deep freeze sets in (temperatures below freezing for a week or more, perhaps) for the weekend and beyond. I’m looking at January 23^rd through 25^th as a potentially active period in terms of snowfall.

Take care…

Monsoon

Monsoon Martin's "Open MRI," My Fifth Vertebra Forecast

Weather-friends,

First, I want to say regarding Sunday night into Monday that there is still the potential for snowfall and the slight chance it could accumulate, but I’m leaning heavily toward a storm track that will miss us altogether, bringing only snow and rain showers to our area during that time. I will post an update in this space if the situation changes dramatically over the weekend.

Second, I’d like to submit “Open MRI” to the pantheon of particularly cruel or egregious oxymorons, or contradictions in terms, of which some of the most famous and appropriate are “jumbo shrimp,” “open secret,” “peacekeeper missile,” and “military intelligence.”

Why? Because yesterday, I became the victim of a medical bait-and-switch of the cruelest sort. I was sent for an MRI by my doctor to take a look at my lower back, which as many of you know has been hobbling me for some weeks now. Knowing of my claustrophobic tendencies, not to mention my … generously apportioned physical stature, my doc sent me to Ephrata Open MRI. Open MRI, I thought. Sweet. In a regular MRI, in case you’ve never had the pleasure, the patient is loaded onto a slab and shoehorned into a massive structure like a round peg in a square hole—where the patient must stay, unmoving and unable to move any part of the body, for up to an hour. (I had an MRI way back in high school when I was getting severe migraines but was somehow not all that affected by it then.)

An Open MRI, I imagined, would be an absolute dream. There would be no shoving my immobilized self into a space no bigger than a morgue drawer. Surely in an Open MRI I would be free to move about gaily as I wished. I would be forced to sit (or perhaps lie) still for a short, pleasant enough period, during which time some sort of machine would take some sort of picture of my lower back. It would all be over in mercifully brief fashion, and I would experience none of the claustrophobia associated with the typical MRI experience.

My people, what followed instead at Ephrata Open MRI was 50 minutes of meta-claustrophobic torment. (For those of you who are new to the Monsoon weather list and/or weblog, it should be noted that my accounts of personal turmoil and inconvenience are not without their liberal pepperings of hyperbole and histrionics. I admit this now, only in a moment of weakness, and will never do so again.)

I was told to “gown up” and led into the MRI room by a technician who was, to her credit, extremely patient and understanding. I was laid on a table, facing feet first into a gargantuan, ringed structure that resembled a sort of brick oven (like at Carrabba’s in Lancaster, which is totally good) but instead of creating scrumptious northern Italian cuisine, it created only vise-like pressure and shrieking terror. (I told you: hyperbole.)

The technician (I forgot or blocked her name; let’s call her Hazel) then told me I had an array of music choices to accompany my ordeal. A few radio stations came in fine, she said, though two—94.5 (the evangelical Christian station) and a country music station—came in best. Need it be said here that I declined to listen to either station? She also said she had a few CDs to choose from: Enya, some philharmonic thing, and a Sting CD which she said was called All the Hits. Now, Enya takes me back to the days at Albright when my roommate would play the purportedly soothing—but actually numbingly bland—music of Enya and Yanni (I am dead serious) and make me want to jam hot knives into my earholes. I typically shun classical music as aggressively European and staid; it’s the white man’s music. And I used to be quite a Police fan, and Sting’s early solo work was quite good (the later period, when he was doing guest vox on vapid hip hop tunes, not so much). So yes, I said, let’s crank up the Sting!

Soon my torso was swathed in some sort of heavy wrap and I was then inserted, like a tongue depressor, into the gaping maw of the Open MRI machine, forcing the air out of me like I was a sad Tupperware container. I stared up at the ceiling of the “Open” MRI machine, which was about an inch and a half from my face and ended at about eye level (the top was open, so I could look up, to the side and out, and my feet were hanging out the other end, which mattered not at all, though I suspected contributed to their being able to use the meaningless term “open” in describing the MRI).

I began to wonder if I was going to make it through this—laying there uncomfortably for the better part of an hour, unable to take a full breath, the world closing in on me. Hazel observed that I was getting a little “wigged” and said gently, “This isn’t supposed to be stressful, you know?” to which I responded with a weak chuckle. Hazel handed me a small, rubber ball connected to a wire that looked like the end of a sphygmomanometer (blood pressure taker); I was told to squeeze it if I needed anything. This offered me little solace.

As the machine began its work, a few realities quickly became apparent: first, that my mild claustrophobia had evolved considerably; second, that the machine makes an irregular, intervallic death rattle that sounds like an excavator is operating on top of me, or some sort of undulating Lex Luthor death contraption; and third, that the Sting CD was one of the most wretched collections of aural ineptness ever put to record. The fact is that Sting had dramatically reworked many of his most well-known songs (including “Fragile,” “When We Dance,” and “Fields of Gold”) and performed them in front of an exclusive audience in Tuscany for an album that was actually called All This Time. His arrangements are whitebreadedly affected and ponderous, his delivery sloppy, the instrumentation languorous. The overall effect of listening to this was infuriating: snippets of the work sounded familiar, refrains seemed nearly recognizable, and yet it was all so foreign, so poorly executed…so icky. Sting even—unforgivably—included the (wreckage of the) song “Dienda,” with lyrics inexplicably added, on his CD. “Dienda,” composed by the late Kenny Kirkland and included on Branford Marsalis’ seminal Royal Garden Blues, is an evocative, gorgeous gem—probably my favorite song of all time.

The ensuing 40 minutes or so are a blur of near-panic, existential crisis, and strange, maniacal thoughts. A sampling:

• What in the hell is that picture supposed to be?
• One, two, three, four, Mary at the kitchen door…
• Breathe…breathe…whew…haa…whew…haa…
• I’m gonna lose my shit…I’m gonna lose my shit and eject myself out this bitch.
• Keep it together keep it together keep it together.
• Maybe I’ll try a little visualization…I can visualize my ass right the hell out of here…yeah, I’m not in this machine; I’m in a happy place. A…happy…place. Where’s my happy place? Hoff, are you there? OK. Yeah, a real happy place. Oh, this would be good: I’m back in Rhode Island, it’s last Christmas, and I’m walking with my lovely wife on the Cliff Walk. That was a happy time, and it’s a nice, open vista…yep, I’m on the Cliff Walk. No, I’m still here in Ephrata. I can’t visualize a god damned thing. Jeez, maybe I should take up yoga or something.

• I wonder how much time is left?
• What does MRI stand for? Oh, that’s right: Magnetic Resonance Imaging. I wish it had taken me longer to figure that out. M…R…I. Am, are, I? Oh, holy crap it’s an existential puzzle. Am, are, I? If I am not, how can I be? And if I be not, am not, whither me? What the hell am I saying?
• Why, oh why, did Sting sully his songs so?
• How much time could really be left? Oh damn, I wonder if it just seems like a half-hour has passed but in reality it’s only been three! Nah, that’s not possible…
• They make bombs that can be programmed to fall on a postage stamp but I have to lay my ass here for an hour and wait for this machine to do its work. Isn’t that a fine how-do-you-do?
• “The Wire” soundtrack is really good…oh, I know…I’ll think about my favorite songs on it. That’ll get my mind off things…well, the dialogue snippets are great, especially the Snotboogie material and the “Omar comin’!” piece. The songs are a mixed bag… “Ayo” and “My Life Extra” from the B-more hip hop scene are strong, really hypnotic…and it’s nice to see Michael Franti on there…the Solomon Burke song is outstanding, and I like the “Gilded Splinters” song…I even like the Greek song…The Pogues and Tom Waits, not so much. OK, that’s it. What’d it take, two minutes?

• How much longer??

Finally I couldn’t resist any longer and squeezed my little rubber doober to summon Hazel. She came in: “Yes?”

“Oh, hi! Liiiiisten…I was just wondering how much more time?”

“You said hi…that’s cute! Most people don't bother saying hello. No, we haven’t got much more time. One more vertebra, so another nine minutes.”

[long exhale] “Whew. Thanks…I needed to hear that.”

[leaving] “You’re welcome…not much longer!”

“Oh…and could you turn off the music? It is so, so horrible.”

[sniggering] “Sure.”

After this, there’s not much to tell. The end of the test went off without a hitch, as I spent the last nine minutes counting. When it ended, I extricated myself from the machine and happily made my way out of the room. I had one final question for Hazel:

“Why would Sting ruin his music like that?”

“I know, right?”

Monsoon

Monsoon Martin's The Wire - Episode 52 Commentary

“The Wire” – episode 52 (focusing primarily, but not exclusively, on the show’s journalism-related content)

Please note that this episode has not yet aired on HBO (it is available only on HBO On Demand) and therefore contains spoilers for most viewers. Please observe the spoiler space below to avoid gaining unwanted information about a show you haven’t yet seen.

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The tagline on episode 52 is again from Bunk, who says “this ain’t Aruba, bitch.” The statement occurs during a barstool conversation among Bunk, Lester and McNulty about why the 22 murders of African American Baltimoreans now are not being investigated, and why the media have not made more noise about that fact. The conclusion is that the bodies were “the wrong color” and that if 300 white folks were killed each year in Baltimore (or wherever), the National Guard would be brought in. Finally, McNulty makes a reference to the Natalee Holloway case in which a southern teen on vacation in Aruba disappeared, earning the media’s (led by the likes of Nancy Grace) fixation, prompting Bunk’s apropos comment. I couldn’t agree more.

My first observation from this episode deals with the scenes involving Steve Earle and Bubbles (whose first name, apparently, is Reginald). Now, Andre Royo is a breathtaking actor who can convey volumes of feeling, of experience, regret, guilt, weariness, etc., all with a shrug of the shoulder or the dizzying, herky-jerky delivery of his lines. Steve Earle, who plays Bubs’ sponsor and the leader of a twelve-step group of recovering addicts, is not an actor. He’s a singer, and he’s not even very good at that. Earle’s lines are delivered with a distracting woodenness that strikes a discordant note in otherwise moving and successful scenes. He’s one of the very few Wire actors I have ever felt were miscast (the others being Anwan Glover as Slim Charles and Aidan Gillen as Councilman—now mayor—Tommy Carcetti). Given the sprawling nature of the story and the hundreds of faces that have appeared and spoken onscreen, that’s not a bad ratio, I suppose…

There is a sense of foreboding with McNulty in the opening scenes of the show, in which he makes angry, misdirected comments at Rhonda Pearlman and Kima observes after his departure, “he’s a pissy little bitch today.” (A comment that could be—and has been—said of me on more than one occasion.) It doesn’t help matters when his car has a flat so he nearly breaks his foot kicking the car, then has to take an MTA bus to the crime scene of his homicide investigation. I have to say I’m glad McNulty (played by Dominic West) is being featured more prominently this season. He’s the perfect example of the working class in a postmodern city—stuck in the system, yet smart enough to know what parts of the system are screwed. McNulty’s impotent anger—hitting out at the wrong targets because the problems are bigger than can really be addressed—is the driving force of this show. It’s telling that even Bunk, who has abetted many of McNulty’s misadventures both on and off the job, is horrified by his partner’s actions at the end of the episode.

In another memorable scene out by the loading docks of The Sun, where Gus and some other veterans go for smoke breaks, Gus tells the oft-repeated story of a young reporter in a news conference with 1950s Bawlmer mayor Tom D’Alesandro who meekly (and rather spinelessly) says several times that “the city desk wants to know” this and “the city desk asked me to clarify” that. Without a word, the mayor finally puts his ear to his own desk, looks up and says, “My desk tells your desk to go fuck itself.” The old-timers agree that the story is too good even to verify, but it has been repeated and printed in several sources.

The Sun’s Executive Editor James C. Whiting (played with oily corporate aplomb by Sam Freed) begins a meeting in the conference room by stating that he wants The Sun to go for its Pulitzer. The Pulitzer Prizes for Journalism have been awarded for more than 90 years from an endowment left by famed newspaper publisher, editor, and pioneer Joseph Pulitzer. The most prestigious awards in the field of journalism, Pulitzers are awarded annually by Columbia University in 22 categories including reporting, editing, criticism, feature writing, and editorial cartooning. When Whiting says he wants the paper to go for its Pulitzer, it’s the equivalent of a studio head insisting that a Holocaust drama be made starring Meryl Streep in the hope of snagging Oscar nominations. It’s a craven and short-sighted statement that subverts the art it purports to celebrate, and Gus Haynes quite understandably rolls his eyes.

Whiting’s big idea is to produce a “Dickensian” series about the lives of city children—which will show “clearly and concisely where the school system has failed them.” The wording and construction here are priceless for both fans of “The Wire” and those who have spent some time around the field of journalism. First of all, “The Wire” has itself been called Dickensian by critics, who praise its resemblance to a nineteenth-century novel by Dickens like Bleak House in which the socioeconomic realities of the day are explored in a sprawling narrative, sweeping in disparate segments of population and experience. (A recent NY Times article on the last season of “The Wire” was even headlined, “No Happy Ending in Dickensian Baltimore.”)

Whiting’s statement is absurd because he is simultaneously calling for the Pulitzer-baiting series to be both “Dickensian” (passionate, thorough, expansive, detailed, naturalistic) and “concise” in focusing only on how the school system has failed children. To be truly Dickensian, the series would have to focus on children, parents, institutions, and everything in between—which “The Wire” does but newspapers almost never have the courage or dedication to do. Because Scott Templeton, the young hotshot reporter who wants to work at a “real” paper like the Post or Times someday, agrees with Whiting that context isn’t that vital to telling such a story—and thus earns himself the lead on the series. Whiting says they need to “limit the scope, not get bogged down in details” and an unnamed reporter pipes up and says, “There’s more impediments to learning that a lack of materials or a dysfunctional bureaucracy.” Whiting’s response: “But who wants to read about that?” Again, The Sun is pandering to the lowest common denominator, which has been the case for the field of journalism in general. Reporters are instructed on most pieces to assume their readership is at a sixth grade reading level, a short attention span, and little initiative or natural curiosity. And the product reflects that.

The meeting ends when Whiting asks what the “budget line” (the “pitch” line in the budget, or roster of articles, that summarizes what the article will be about) will be and Gus responds, “Johnny can’t write ‘cause Johnny doesn’t have a fuckin’ pencil.” Whiting angrily insists the paper does not want “an amorphous series detailing society’s ills” (god forbid) because “if you leave everything in, soon you’ve got nothing.” This kind of double-talk is reminiscent of the managing editor’s statement in episode 51 that “you’ll just have to do more with less.”

The storyline here is intriguing on several levels. First, it’s another example of an institution that is set up to do good (journalism is designed to keep a public well-informed about its world) getting dragged down by short-sightedness, lack of funds, arrogance and incompetence. Second, it provides another point of entry into the schools, which were the focus of last season (will we see Prez this year?). And finally, it ties the whole thing up nicely; as Simon himself said in one of the introductory shows about this season of “The Wire”: if we’ve gotten any of this right, why are we the only ones paying any attention to it? In other words, where and why have the media failed?

That night, Gus has a “deadline nightmare” which occurs when one has put a piece “to bed” but later questions whether he or she might have made an error. Once the ink hits the page, it’s difficult to take the words back; the “Corrections and Clarifications” portion of a newspaper is usually buried on page A2 and seldom read. Gus is worried about the fact that he may have transposed (inadvertently switched) some numbers on a port article and wants to copy editor to check his “nut graph” (sometimes spelled “nut graf”). A nut graph is a usually the second paragraph in an article, and it details what the piece is about. Some reporters “bury” their nut graphs (put them too deep within the article, obscured by quotes, background, or set-up) and have to be reminded to let them breathe.

The managing editor soon singles Scott out for his loyalty by awarding him a leading “color” piece in a story about the opening day of the Baltimore Orioles’ baseball season. A color piece (from “local color”) is a human interest story that provides a personal angle on an otherwise straight-ahead story. Scott says, “I’d really like to find some chaw-chewin’ old timer who’d rather die than miss an O’s opener.” What he finds, however, are only cynics and casual fans: one older man laments the steroid scandal and says the sport is in disarray, another disinterestedly says that his son kinda likes baseball, and another punctuates his failure to get usable material by saying “Fuck baseball!”

The problem arises for Scott when he goes into his assignment with an idea of what he would find when he started asking questions. Journalists should go into any story well-informed, but otherwise wide open to the possibilities of the story’s path. When one starts an interview with an idea of what’s going to come out of the subject’s mouth, one begins to ask “leading questions” or those designed to elicit a specific answer. Then you’re “putting words in someone’s mouth,” as the dreadful Lesley Stahl does week after week on “60 Minutes.” (An example of a leading question that stands out in my mind from a Stahl interview: “And that made you feel really resentful, didn’t it?”) Because Scott knew he wanted a chaw-chewin’ old timer, he couldn’t use the material he did get from the cynics and casual fans, and therein lies the problem.

Scott magically arrives back at the newsroom and tells Gus about the story he did get—about a 13-year-old kid in a wheelchair (put there, evidently, by a gunshot would, though details are sparse) who did not have a ticket to the game. The boy would only give his name as “E.J.” (ostensibly because he was truant from school) and there is no art (no photograph to accompany the article) because a photographer was unavailable. Gus’s journalistic instincts cause him to question the piece, and rightly so. The background is shady, they don’t have a last name so there’s nothing to verify or fact-check, and Scott’s claim that there was no photographer is questionable (wouldn’t there have been at least one at the ballpark for opening day?). Moreover, Scott couldn’t locate the boy when he went back to try to get “art.”

None of this matters much to Whiting, though. He sees it as a solid piece that captures the disparity of the city—the upper crust, enjoying a ballgame, while a 13-year-old gunshot victim is stranded outside, pitifully listening to the roars of the crowd. He awards Scott the “lead” (it will appear front page, despite the lack of “art”) and Gus must capitulate.

I have a feeling I know where this storyline is going: Scott made the whole damned thing up. He wandered around outside the ballpark, failing to get the story he wanted, and finally got desperate and concocted this young boy out of thin air. In future episodes I think it’s going to come out gradually: there never was a boy named “E.J.” shot in Baltimore; the schools have no record of this child; the photograph never received a call requesting “art” for Scott’s article. The end result is a scandal—and I don’t think Scott will stop there. In his Pulitzer-baiting series on the failure of schools, he’ll fabricate information, pipe quotes (invent or embellish direct quotes from sources), and the like.

It may be surprising to many outside the field that reporters could or would make shit up; we assume that every word we read in the paper is precisely as it went down. But it happens far more than one might think. Milder examples include quote piping (cleaning up, rearranging, or even creating out of thin air, supposedly direct quotes from a subject so it fits more cleanly in the piece). More extreme examples are the cases of Janet Cooke, Jayson Blair, and Stephen Glass. Briefly, Janet Cooke was a reporter for the Washington Post in 1981 who had to return a Pulitzer she won for a piece on an eight-year-old heroin addict who did not exist. Jayson Blair invented interviews, quotes, and places for the New York Times in the late 90s; he submitted expense reports for trips that never happened, and described places he’d never been. He also plagiarized (took pieces of other people’s articles without crediting them). His actions were a serious “black eye” for the newspaper and several editors resigned in the wake of the scandal. Finally, Stephen Glass was an associate editor and writer for the New Republic magazine who was perhaps the most audacious fabulist of them all—he invented people, corporations, commissions, and conventions, and created a sloppy paper trail to back it all up.

How could this have happened? Aren’t reporters’ articles fact checked? Yes, they are, but there’s at least one huge hole in the process. In cases like those cited above, the fact-checkers are relying mainly on the reporter’s notes for confirmation, because they involve privileged or fleeting conversations, confidential sources, or the like. And this is, I’m afraid, what’s going on with Scott.

END OF EPISODE 52 NOTES

Monsoon Martin's The Wire - Journalism Terms Glossary (episode 51)

My Weather-Friends,

As many of you know, I consider “The Wire” the finest television show in the history of the medium. It has just begun its fifth and final season on HBO, and the focus this go-round is the media and its struggles and failures. The season will be centered around a newsroom (a fictional Baltimore Sun) while still following some of the other plot threads (schools, drug trade, police activity, city hall) that have developed over the previous four seasons. Since there was a lot of jargon being thrown around in Episode 51, and because I have some background in the field of Journalism, I thought I'd put together a sort of running glossary/guide for the terminology used. I am, of course, open to corrections or clarifications on any of these points. (I would also like to thank the members of the Yahoo! Wire group in advance for the fine-tuning this list has already undergone.) The show airs Sunday nights at 9 on HBO with episodes appearing On Demand the Monday previous to airing.

Enjoy!

Monsoon

“The Wire” Journalism terms

Episode 51

The Baltimore Sun is the newspaper of record for the state of Maryland, having been founded in 1837. It is now owned by the Tribune Company in Chicago, which also owns the LA Times, the Orlando Sentinel, and other papers in addition to its broadcast media holdings.

The open floor plan layout of the Sun’s newsroom on “The Wire” is very true to life. It was designed as such to maximize interaction among a newspaper’s various departments and desks, unlike a traditional office, which is usually fragmented by a series of high cubicle walls. As the Sun’s City Editor Gus Haynes (played by Clark Johnson) says, “I’ll tell you what a healthy newsroom is. It’s a place where people argue about everything, all the time.” More competition, overworked and younger employees, and lack of job security have dampened this free and spirited exchange of ideas in modern newsrooms. Though the (real) Sun’s TV critic pans the portrayal of his newspaper on “The Wire” as simplistic and mired in jargon, I think it’s nuanced and brilliant.

The Managing Editor referred to in the first conversation is the second-highest in rank after the executive editor, and is directly responsible for most of the day-to-day operation of the newspaper.

A Foreign Bureau is physically located in a foreign country and usually includes reporters and an administrative staff (whereas a Foreign Affairs Desk is dedicated to foreign reporting but is physically located on the premises of the publication). In the first news scene, the three gentlemen are discussing the rumored closings of all foreign bureaus, including Johannesburg and Beijing.  Foreign bureaus are typically expensive to maintain, so cost-cutting measures target them aggressively, opting to rely instead on foreign reporting by the
Associated Press (AP) or other foreign bureaus.

The three gentlemen by the newspaper loading dock are also discussing impending layoffs and buyouts, “as bad as in Philly.” This refers to the recent downsizing of staff throughout layoffs, early retirements, and buyouts at the Philadelphia Inquirer and Daily News. This is endemic to mid-size to large newspapers throughout the country, which are still profitable—but less so, due to declining circulation, loss of readership and ad revenues, etc. The publishers and managing partners of the news outlets panic because profitability is down—though still fairly robust compared with other industries—and begin laying off workers. It has been argued that profitability is down as well because content is made freely available online, which is not the case in other countries. Buyouts began in earnest in the 1990s and in most cases, when a worker is “bought out,” the job itself is eliminated as well. David Simon himself took one of the initial buyouts at the Sun. Many departments are now expected to churn out the same quality product with half its former staff size.

An illustration of this phenomenon is when another, smaller paper “scoops” the Sun on a transportation story the Sun should have gotten. While Haynes reminds the managing editor that the Sun has not had a transport reporter since the last round of buyouts, the managing editor reminds his staff that “just because Chicago does a little belt-tightening is no reason for us to fall down,” referring to the Tribune Company’s ownership of—and immediate and incessant cost-cutting measures at—the Sun. He then utters the famous phrases (which resonates through the police subplot as well), “You’ll just have to do more with less.” In one of the HBO documentaries about the fifth season, David Simon adds, “Of course you don’t do more with less; you do less with less.”

Haynes complains to a reporter that he’s always having to rework his lead.  The lead (sometimes spelled lede) refers to the first sentence or two of a news piece, which conveys as much of the 5W and 1H (who, what, where, when, why and how) as possible. Particularly in today’s world of short attention spans, the headline and lead are often the only things a reader will actually read as he or she peruses the newspaper. Here is a very good example of a lead from the January 2nd edition of the Washington Post: “Candidates for the Democratic and Republican presidential nominations rallied supporters in Iowa today on the eve of the state's caucuses, as new polls showed tightening races among the leading contenders in both parties.”

Later in this exchange, Haynes asks the reporter to get him material by the “e-dot deadline” and later mentions a “double-dot deadline.” According to a Yahoo! Wire group member: “Dots are also called bugs. They're tiny marks you see at the top of the page if the page has been reworked for a later edition. Pages for the first edition (also called Four-Star) have an 11:30pm deadline (approx) and have no extra mark on the page. Five-star, or E-dot, is marked with one dot and would be the the five-star (next edition, the deadline is around 12:30am). Five-star chase, or double dot, is the final, marked with a letter F or C or a dot and a letter F or C and that close is anywhere from 1:15am to 2:30am depending on what kind of news day is happening.”

A deadline, of course, is the time set by which a step of the reporting process must be completed—copy deadline refers to when a story’s finished draft must be submitted to a copy editor; print deadline refers to the moment an edition must be finished and laid out to be sent to the printer. An article is often referred to as a “piece.”

From another Yahoo! Wire group member: “The path is story creation, then source editing (do the facts make sense? too much or too little of something in the story), copyediting (correct typographical errors), slot editing (does it fit on the page space allotted to it? plus putting in the headline, pull quotes and so on), then the page is checked and approved. You can't have all the stories done at the same time, because then your various editors would have too much to do all at once.

“Similarly, they can't send all the pages at once, because there is a limited number of plates that can be made at once. If they want to change ten pages on deadline, it's a really big deal, and they may let the pages go if they're not actually erroneous and do a ‘chase.’ This is where they replace the plates on the press after printing the first few, or if it's multiple presses they hold back on one press and put on the new ones, then stop the first and replace the old ones, all so they won't miss the press deadline for first good paper out of the pressroom.

“Color pages require multiple copies (cyan magenta yellow black) and every page has to have two plates because they put two copies on the drum, so plate A impresses and then plate B. Unless it's a "collect" run, but that doesn't happen very often.”

A columnist is a newspaper employee who is paid to write periodic (usually weekly or biweekly) columns for the paper, which can be humorous, lifestyle, related to politics or civic life, business, sports, or any number of niches.
It’s one of the few places in the newspaper (the other being the op-ed page, or opinion-editorial page) where a newspaper employee may offer his or her opinion.  Haynes derisively remarks that columnists are “paid to sit on [their] asses.”

The Associated Press (AP) is a news organization that employs a vast (though shrinking) network of reporters to produce stories that will be syndicated throughout the country—and sometimes the world. Sometimes the AP will “pick up” a story that is of wider interest from a local or regional newspaper and syndicate it to other news outlets. On these occasions, the local reporter receives additional pay and his or her newspaper is highlighted as one that is producing quality journalism. Newspapers must pay to use AP articles, of course.

Haynes shouts on a couple of occasions that he needs “budget lines.” He’s looking for shorter pieces of background relating to the developing city budget.  Another theory from a Yahoo! Wire group member: “The budget is the list of stories scheduled to be printed that night. Without more context I'm not sure what Haynes is asking for, but he's probably asking to be allowed to put more stories in.”

A reporter asks, “What about art for the Hopkins press conference?” Art here refers to photographic illustration of a story, which is essential for prominent pieces. Because downsizing occurs among the photography staff of a newspaper too, though, it’s difficult to get a photographer to every newsworthy event.

A couple of things related to newspaper “art”: first, a “grip-and-grin” is a derisive term for a photograph of a civic event that features participants shaking hands and posing—as the announcement of a new initiative, the donation of funds, etc. Also, Haynes is incensed when he receives the “art” for an East Baltimore row house fire because it features a charred doll in the foreground.  This composition is a common—and lazy—way for a photographer to convey the sense of loss and the ways in which a fire may have affected a home’s children.
Haynes speculates that since all of the photographer’s fire photos have a burnt doll or singed toy in the foreground, he must have a trunk full of them and some lighter fluid so he can stage the photograph just right.

Various desks are mentioned—state desk, metro desk, city desk. These are dedicated “departments” whose reporters cultivate knowledge of, and write pieces about, civic affairs in the city, metropolitan area, and state. The reporting in these areas has suffered mightily as a result of cutbacks, particularly at a place like the Sun, because older reporters with lots of contacts and expertise are being “bought out” and inexperienced recruits fresh out of “j-school” (journalism school), who will work cheaply, are hired.

Another cost-cutting measure that has been used for years by newspapers is the use of floaters and stringers. A floater is a part-time or full-time reporter who is not bound to any particular desk or specialty. The problem here is that one becomes mediocre at lots of different things, but not excellent at any of them. A stringer is a freelance writer hired by the newspaper on an as-needed basis and paid per article. Stringers sometimes have specialized knowledge (like the “College Park stringer” mentioned in the episode) and are often used to attend municipal meetings, cover local sporting events, and the like.

The editors discuss “20 inches” and “15 inches” at different times here. This refers to the length of an article, and is technically measured in “column-inches.” A column-inch is a one inch deep (long) and one newspaper
column wide. Reporters—particularly ambitious ones, or those for whom brevity is difficult—are forever trying to get more inches.

Some stories “go national” (are picked up by the national press because their appeal or newsworthiness transcends regional considerations, as with the 22 bodies story). Another reporter, however, contends that this story did not “have legs”—meaning that it did not become the source of ongoing follow-up pieces or deeper investigation. The ultimate story with “legs” was Watergate.

The ambitious reporter Scott Templeton (played by Tom McCarthy) is chagrined at being sent to “pull clips” and “check the morgue files” so he can write the “A-matter” on Ricardo’s history. He is being asked to check through the Sun’s archives (electronic files, physical clippings, and possibly even microfiche or film) to find previous articles about the principals in this story so he can provide the background material (which will be presented “up front”) against which the story can be told. It’s essential but unglamorous work that young reporters often draw.

The editors, late at night, determine that the Ricardo story “deserves a front” and will appear on the “front page, below the fold.” This means that the story is newsworthy enough to merit inclusion on the “jump page” or front page, but will not appear “above the fold” where screaming headlines and attention-grabbing images are shown. The “jump page” is so called because this is typically the only page in the first section from which articles “jump” (are continued on a subsequent page, indicated by a “jump line”—please see Ricardo on A12). In this configuration, six or seven articles can be included on the front page, with probably only one or two above the fold, and they all jump to the inside pages. Note that there has been some discussion about whether the jump page actually might refer to the page to which many of the jumps go.

Alma Gutierrez (Michelle Paress) is complimented on her ability to secure a quote from the article’s subject when Haynes says to her, “Good pull.” For her efforts, she receives a contributing line (or contrib line), which doesn’t
impress Templeton, but means she’ll receive something like “with additional reporting by Alma Gutierrez” under the main reporter’s byline (name) or (usually) at the conclusion of the piece. A “pull quote” is also the name for a quote that is featured in larger font surrounded by rules (lines, or a box) in an article to draw the reader in; Alma may have contributed a quote from the subject that was used in a pull.

Templeton states that he wishes to get out of Baltimore because it has “shit news,” but Alma is clearly invigorated by her work and feels that “the Sun is still a pretty good paper.” Templeton wants to move up and out—when asked
where, he answers, “The Times or Post, where else?” He’s referring to the New York Times and the Washington Post, the two most respected newspapers in the United States, widely considered the pinnacle of the profession.
“When did this break?” is asked of the Ricardo story. Bill Zorzi’s character (is he playing himself?) is asking when the story “became” news—not only when it occurred, but when someone realized it was newsworthy.

Finally, Templeton asks Haynes who is “doing the react piece” on the Ricardo story, because he sees that it could be a story that “has legs.” A react(ion) piece seeks to broaden the story by talking with associates of the principals, political figures, and others to assess the impact of the original story.

END OF EPISODE 51 NOTES.

Monsoon Martin's I'm Back! Weather Update

Hey, weather-friends,

It has been several weeks since I have addressed you all, and fortunately it’s been a quiet weather period so you weren’t missing out on vital information or anything. I thought I’d take a few moments to offer you an explanation of my absence, provide a forecast and a new post to boot.

My absence was partially due to a heavy workload (Term Paper grading) and partially due to pain. About the Term Paper grading I have little to say, except that the ordeal will be over for another year when I’ve graded the final drafts later this month. About the pain, which held a vise-like grip on my extreme lower back for a couple of weeks off and on, I will speculate briefly about its cause: slipping on ice at Vision Volkswagen; hunching over miserably grading term papers; and careening colossally off a rolling desk chair prior to the winter holiday. I dare not say more for fear of implicating my abettors and arousing the suspicions of The Man.

 

Weather narrative: First, I want to announce a small change to the WeatherTable: I have eliminated the wind speed column and will only remark on wind when it is notably strong or pungent. The unseasonably warm weather, with highs reaching well into the 60s, is coming to an end, but temperatures aren’t going to plunge below normal for another week or so.

I don’t see any really compelling winter weather potentialities on the horizon here. Perhaps toward the end of the forecast period (the 21^st, 22^nd) we may see a moderate snowstorm. Stay tuned.

Monsoon