Murder! Guns! Graphic war scenes! A man tenderly running his hand …
Whoa, whoa! We can’t let our kids see that!
Our sensibilities about sex and violence have always been a bit hypocritical. Jamie Lee Curtis taking off her top in Trading Places? That’s an R rating. A film strewn with death? Today, PG-13. In the old days, just PG. Even the original Star Wars had a high death toll, though it was just rebel pilots vaporizing or stormtroopers doing the Wilhelm scream.
Meanwhile, on cable, language restrictions are completely out the window, and some people even have s-e-x. As someone who jumped on the Game of Thrones very late in the show’s run, I started to wonder if part of the appeal was that people got naked. Very naked.
From Saturday Night Live:
Emilia Clarke: Remember when we had sex in Season 6?
To be sure, there’s precious little to mourn in the death of the kind of ogling soft-core wish-fulfillment fantasies that male directors foisted on viewers for nearly a century. But is abstinence really our only option? With young filmmakers being co-opted by the Disney-Marvel complex, and with millennials and Generation Z reportedly having less sex than their predecessors, the new chastity on screen feels like a prudent but not entirely welcome new normal.
And it’s better than having kids learn about sex from porn.
After visiting for the second time, I have a question: Why did they ever leave?
OK, yes, Ireland has had waves of dire economic situations, some of it (potato famine) England’s fault. But today, I’m sorely tempted to go the other direction and stay.
Of course, we can’t extrapolate too much from visits. Going to a charming little town like Ballyferriter is fun. Not sure I’d want to live there. The fun parts of Dublin seemed to have more tourists than residents.
When we visit anywhere in Europe, it’s neat to see all the different products — arrays of sweets that don’t exist in the USA (I was happy to find one of those tooth-ruining toffees that require a hammer or solid whack to separate the pieces), a sublime Fanta orange that in no way resembles the swill sold here — but would a longer stay expose things we love in the USA that aren’t available over there? Is microwave popcorn readily available? Could I find decent pizza?
But I can say this with confidence: It’s a wonderful place to visit.
We went for the first time in 1999. Nearly 20 years (and two kids) later, we went back.
Here’s how we did it this time — feel free to click through to my Google reviews:
Saturday: We took a taxi from the airport to the Ashling Hotel, dropped off our bags and started walking. That’s what you do when you visit a city, particularly in Europe. I saw 1-2 Google reviews complaining that the Ashling isn’t close to anything, to which I’d offer three responses:
Did you not check the map before you booked the room?
Did you not see the restaurants within an easy walk?
Are you incapable of making the 20-minute walk to tons of restaurants, shops and tourist attractions? Or locating a bus?
If you’re visiting any city and not signing up for a tour bus to take you around, you’re going to walk. You may also take public transportation, though we didn’t on this day. We walked down to the wonderful Wuff for lunch, toured the Guinness storehouse (brewery) and had dinner at Harkin’s Pub near the brewery.
Funny thing about Guinness: By the time we got to the tasting, I was reminded that I’m not really a fan of Ireland’s treasured beer. They promised the best Guinness we’ve ever tasted because it’s right there at the brewery, but I thought it accentuated the bitterness that comes from roasting the barley (as we found in the compelling exhibits) to such extreme heat. For the rest of the trip, I had various forms of Smithwick’s, which is under the same corporate umbrella as Guinness, and one local beer I’ll get to.
And the neighborhood around it is disappointing. Parts of it are in disrepair. But Harkin’s isn’t bad at all.
It was windy. Powerfully windy. A bit of rain dripped, but if I’d tried to use an umbrella, I think it would’ve wound up in the Atlantic.
Sunday: How do people sleep on planes without being in first class? I didn’t. This was my seventh overnight flight to Europe and eighth long-haul overall, and I’ve never slept more than an hour.
So we slept for a long time Saturday night/Sunday morning. Then it was time for brunch at Urbanity, probably the most hipster-ish place in Dublin but in a good way.
We didn’t want to flush a lot of cash away on what’s already an expensive trip, but we did some browsing at a comprehensive shop called Toy Master, complete with animatronic dinosaurs. I stopped by Intersport Elverys to see if they had interesting soccer jerseys, particularly one for the team we were scheduled to see on Friday (Bohemians), but they did not. If you like Irish football, the game in which Irishmen attack each other violently to keep opponents from kicking a large ball into or over a goal, or hurling, the game in which Irishmen attack each other violently to keep opponents from whacking a small ball into or over a goal, this is your place.
One of us had to pick up a rental car at the airport for our travels later in the week. It wasn’t me, so the rest of us had lunch at Gourmet Burger Kitchen, which is basically Shake Shack transplanted to the Temple Bar area but with better fries/chips.
After going back to the hotel, we took a brief walk down the street to Ryan’s Pub. That’s known mostly as a steakhouse or a watering hole, and we were interested in neither, but it was fine.
By this point, we felt that we knew the neighborhood. Naturally, we decided to shake it up the next day.
Monday: Did I mention that we loved the little restaurant called Wuff? We loved it so much that we ran over to be at the front door before they opened at 8 a.m. We had to wait at lunch on Saturday, and we wanted to get there and get moving. Turns out no one goes there right when it opens.
Skipping the tram and bus in favor of walking was a good call. Dublin has buses running like hundreds of mice on speed, as well as a frequent tram, but they were still packed in and nearly crushed at the door. You’d think some of them would bail and get the crepe pancakes at Wuff, but evidently getting to work on time is important.
The reason we got the car was that we were going beyond Belfast to the Giant’s Causeway, a wonder of nature with tons of rocks, many of them in neat honeycombs, that The Simpsons satirized with Marge and the kids playing a life-size various of the old Qbert video game.
I had picked up a neat hat at one of the touristy stores in Dublin. Here, I stuffed it into my pocket because of …
The Wind. (Not the wonderful album Warren Zevon released as he was dying, but the actual physical force.)
I’ve been outside during a nor’easter that had hurricane-force gusts. This was much more intense. When we hiked up the steep path to the top of the cliff, I urged everyone else to stay several feet away from the edge, lest I end up fishing a relative out of the ocean.
The scenery was stunning, and we had fun hopping around on all the rocks, but we had trouble finding a good place to eat. The cafe at the visitors’ center, which included a screen showing the Simpsons clip, had a prohibitive line. A nearby restaurant had no seats and smelled funny. We decided to pile back in the car and head south.
It’s really not a long drive from Dublin all the way up to the northern shore of the island. It’s 163 miles, less than three hours if traffic is OK. But it includes an hour or so of local roads with scant services, which was disappointing for a hungry group of people who really should’ve braved the line at the visitors’ center.
“What about the border crossing?” you might ask. Yes, we drove from one country to another. You can tell when you’re in Northern Ireland because there’s a well-weathered sign, less prominent than any sign informing you that’s 80 kilometers to an upcoming town, that says you’re in Northern Ireland. That’s followed by a sign alerting you that the speed limits will be posted in miles per hour rather than kilometers. The return to Ireland from the UK doesn’t even have a “Welcome to Ireland” sign at all. A couple hundred yards past the border (we think), there’s a sign telling you the signs will henceforth be in kilometers. Then a small sign welcoming you to County Louth.
Everything around that thrilling transition is pasture. Sheep may safely graze in either Ireland or Britain, and no one would know the difference.
So if the nationalist propaganda (read: lies and idiocy) in London can’t be undone and Brexit goes through, good luck enforcing that border.
We did finally get a small lunch along the way, and then we ate a quick dinner in the hotel bar when we got back.
Tuesday: The 100-item breakfast buffet at the hotel was expensive, but we couldn’t pass it up another day, especially with a long-ish and occasionally challenging drive ahead. We were on our way to Dingle.
We spent some of that time exploring our radio options. Some of them aren’t bad, but the shocking part is the lack of variety. RTE 1 is mostly talk. RTE 2 is mostly crap — current Top 40 stuff. RTE also runs a classical channel (Lyric FM) and a Gaelic channel (Radio na Gaelna … Gaelnita … R na G). Those are available nationwide on various frequencies, and our intelligent car (a Skoda) shifted from frequency to frequency without us noticing. We just saw names.
Other than that, there’s a mostly nationwide pop channel (Today FM), a nationwide Christian channel (Spirit Radio), a nationwide channel called Classic Hits that caters to the “above 45” demographic (which I’m in), and a bunch of regional stations. In theory, many of those stations have different formats, and in Dublin, the “Sunshine” station is more soft rock while the “Nova” station plays music that occasionally turns up the guitar. But really, it all runs together. The “presenters,” not the music, are the main distinguishing feature, and I travel with someone who doesn’t listen to people talking.
What I’m saying here is that it wouldn’t surprise me if at least one Cranberries song appeared on every radio station in Ireland in the past 24 hours, with the exceptions of “Newstalk” and Lyric FM. I even heard them on R na G, with the late Dolores O’Riordan singing beautifully in Ireland’s native tongue.
Ireland has several convenient rest stops, akin to Chesapeake House and other stops along I-95, on its motorways. Most of them, like the radio stations, are indistinguishable from each other, run with warm tidiness by a chain called Applegreen’s and feature decent convenience-store fare along with a Subway, Burger King and a couple of Irish alternatives.
The exception to the homogeneity of these rest stops is Barack Obama Plaza. Yes, Obama. The last half-decent president the USA might end up having has ancestry around the village of Moneygall, and he visited once. That visit is enshrined here in pictures of Barack and Michelle smiling as they tread on Irish ground. There’s even a large photo of the president’s helicopter as it prepares to land.
And the Obama Plaza has gas and a bunch of places to grab food — perhaps not exactly the same chains as the Applegreen’s stops but roughly comparable.
As you close in on the Dingle peninsula, the roads become more challenging. The biggest adjustment to driving on the left is knowing where the left side of your car really is. It’s tempting to hug the shoulder. When you leave the motorway, the highway and the regional road to embark on the local road, that shoulder is replaced by shrubbery and the occasional stone wall. And there ain’t a lot of room in that lane.
The tourist trap, er, town of Dingle rather intelligently features parking lots on its perimeter to encourage pedestrian traffic. We were racing to Murphy’s Ice Cream, which would’ve been fine if we’d stumbled into it but didn’t live up to the hype. I was also a little overwhelmed by the sheer volume of tourists.
That wasn’t an issue in Ballyferriter. The town center consists of a church, a museum, the Ceann Sibeal hotel (westernmost hotel in Europe), and three pubs, not counting the restaurant and bar in the hotel. We wound a couple of the pubs, to borrow the Monty Python, uncontaminated by food. We settled for Murphy’s, and by a stroke of luck, it was awesome. We wound up going back the next night, in part because the hotel restaurant was inexplicably closed.
Wednesday: We had a nice breakfast in the hotel and then headed off on our drive. Slea Head Drive is one of the most beautiful ways to invite a fender-bender that you’ll find anywhere on Earth. We visited Rahinnane Castle, which entailed driving up to a house and inquiring at someone’s patio. She asks you for two Euros per person and to close any gates that need opening on your way through the pastures where sheep may safely poop. Never have I watched my step so intently.
The Last Jedi used a couple of sites in the area as well as Skellig Michael, the island off the neighboring peninsula of Kerry that’s allegedly visible from a spot on our drive on a clear day. At some point, I did an arduous hike that Rey might have done. Generally, though, words can’t do this peninsula justice. The photos can barely get there.
We were scrounging for food back in Ballyferriter, and we found that the little convenience store. Siopa an Bhuailtain, has everything we could possibly need, plus a couple of tables. It was great until the tour group of kids showed up and overwhelmed the place.
But we can’t spend all afternoon at a convenience store, so we went back to Dingle. I liked it a bit better this time, in part because we relaxed at the amiable Bean in Dingle coffeehouse to enjoy the wi-fi that had been kind of elusive at the hotel. We also browsed a neat bookstore.
Still, we wanted to have dinner back in Ballyferriter. First, we’d have a quick stop at Kane’s (aka Tigh Ui Chathain), which had no food the day before but had a playful dog named Lucy. We decided to go back, where they told us Lucy usually stops in. Right on cue, she popped in and played with us, digging out a tennis ball from behind the bar.
We were planning to eat at the hotel, but when we realized they weren’t serving food that night, we went back to Murphy’s.
Thursday: Somehow, another big group of teens turned up at the convenience store as we were getting breakfast for the road.
Instead of going straight back to Dublin, we went back to Glendalough, a beautiful place south of Dublin in Wicklow County, where the roads are truly frightening.
“Hey, look at the beautiful view.”
“I am NOT taking my eyes off this road.”
Fifteen centuries ago, Glendalough was the home of St. Kevin, a remarkable figure who took asceticism to new levels. He lived as a hermit, rolled around naked on nettles to atone for … the fact that a woman tried to seduce him? I recall he also walked naked into the chilly water of the lakes. Eventually, some people convinced him that maybe he should open a monastery or something.
We returned to Dublin but went to a different hotel, this one right by the airport. In the same area, there’s a big restaurant called Kealy’s, which lived up to its glowing Google reviews.
Speaking of atonement: The Crowne Plaza staff informed us when we arrived that they had messed up our room reservation. Instead, they gave us TWO adjoining rooms with a door between them. It was awesome.
Friday: The hotel breakfast looked great, but I wasn’t feeling too well (maybe too much indulgence on the rest of the trip — I gained back one of the 30 pounds I’ve lost in the last 15 months). Then we took a bus into Dublin for more browsing. One of us spent entirely too much time at Gamer’s World. I browsed Eason’s bookstore and bought a Trinity College shirt to pay homage to what we were going to do in the afternoon.
Remember Tower Records? If you’re under 35, you probably don’t. If you’re under 25, let me explain — before you could download any song you want onto your phone, there were these things called “record stores.” Our beloved Tower in Tysons Corner had gone out of business long ago, and we were surprised to see one in Dublin. We figured it would be a sad experience, with a few holdouts browsing used CDs.
Our prediction couldn’t have been further from the truth. Tower Records is capitalizing on the hipsters’ “back to vinyl” movement and also sells plenty of gear to listen to music at home, but it also has a gigantic selection of T-shirts and other band merchandise. We could’ve spent hours in there, but we also want to go to a famed coffee/tea/pastry place called Bewley’s, which was also much bigger and offered a wider variety of goods than we expected.
Then it was off to Trinity College for a nice walk around campus before seeing the Book of Kells. The campus is fascinating, with ancient buildings in one quad and then newer construction around it. They also have a big rugby pitch and cricket field in the middle of campus, so don’t let anyone tell you college sports are just an American thing. The Book of Kells tour itself was fun and surprisingly witty, even though it was tough to get much out of seeing the Book itself.
Dinner was at J.W. Sweetman’s, yet another place with more square footage than you’d expect in a city location. It’s also a brewery, and I enjoyed their Weiss.
Then the worst part of the trip — sadly, the only part I planned. We went to a soccer game at Dalymount Park, home of Bohemians FC. Parts of the ground are charming, but much of it is derelict. UPDATE: I’m wrote a Soccer America story about that experience.
Also, the Dublin Bus site is useless, and it’s bloody impossible to figure out the best route from place to place if you have to transfer buses. We figured something out and made it back to the hotel to our great relief, just before another short sleep.
Saturday: The Crowne Plaza’s airport shuttle is nice and efficient. Heathrow, where we connected to get home, is not.
And I, for one, really didn’t want to come home. But we’ll go back someday. Maybe with more suitcases.
I keep bookmarks on all sorts of things, from clips of my writing to a catalog of what’s going wrong in this country. On this site, I’ve put a couple of categories from those bookmarks in one handy place — see the bullshit and climate change pages.
I’m thinking it might be time for an immigration page, giving days like today in which I’ve seen the following:
No, you idiot, the USA is not “full.” In fact, we’ll need immigrants if we want to maintain any sort of growth or even stasis. (NYT)
These people really are coming here to flee poverty and violence, not to cause mayhem here. (The Conversation)
These people really are coming here to flee poverty and violence, not to cause mayhem here. (NYT)
The International Rescue Committee, which generally sends people to help in the worst places in the world, is now deploying to Phoenix. (The Guardian)
Yesterday, a man who is going to jail for doing the dirty work for the president of the United States produced documents for and gave many new leads to a Congressional committee that’s trying to get to the bottom of the president’s many misdeeds.
Many in the “liberal media” missed the point, echoing what happened in the Brett Kavanaugh hearings — the focus is squarely on the most theatrical aspects of the story and ignores the many other aspects which are still true and essential even if the most theatrical aspects pass. In Kavanaugh’s case, the sexual assault allegations couldn’t stick — the allegations are credible, but there’s not enough to convict — but Kavanaugh flat-out lied about some things related to that and some things unrelated. He faced 83 reported ethics violations that were dropped — not because they were unsubstantiated, but because Kavanaugh’s elevation to the Supreme Court made him untouchable.
None of that mattered to everyone who was squarely focused on whether Kavanaugh sexually assaulted Christine Blasey Ford or anyone else. The word “ethics” did not appear in Susan Collins’ self-serving speech explaining her vote. The word “lied” appeared only once, and it was merely to mention that the Senate faced the question of whether Kavanaugh lied — specifically about whether he assaulted Ford. Not about anything else.
With that in mind, let’s state for the record what’s important from yesterday’s Michael Cohen adventure …
Three news organizations (probably more, but three that I checked) have a “five takeaways” piece. The comparison, with my comments in italics:
“Smoke but no gun” – spread over several aspects of Cohen’s testimony. Huh?
Southern district of New York. Again, huge.
Two things Cohen said yesterday that took blame away from Trump on very minor issues and what the hell is Aaron Blake thinking by calling that a “key takeaway”?
Two “questionable claims” — one about Cohen’s aspirations of working in the White House and one about whether he’d ever gone to Prague. Blake says he may have gone in 2001. Hard to see how the latter is relevant. The former could be used to undermine Cohen’s credibility, but we’ll get to that.
Ocasio-Cortez shows up the veterans by asking follow-up questions that open new leads. Hell yeah — see video below.
Legal peril in southern district of New York. Glad to see everyone on the same page here
Possible Russian conspiracy still in play. It is, yes, but we’ll get to that.
Cohen explains the role of a “fixer.” Interesting. Not sure I’d call it a key takeaway, but interesting. And again, subpoena the Enquirer now.
Cohen savaged Trump’s character. Meh.
A retreat to tribal corners among the partisans in the House. Um, NYT? You’re supposed to look beyond the theatre.
And the NYT did not look beyond the theatre in the lead story on the site (as of 7:30 a.m.) and the Daily Briefing I receive. That lead story:
Graf 1-2: Basic info
Graf 3: John Dean comparison. OK, that’s worth mentioning
Grafs 4-5: Personal depiction of Trump, yada yada yada
Grafs 6-9: Yay! We love partisan bickering!
Grafs 10-13: Cohen’s emotions and more personal depiction of Trump
Grafs 14-21: The GOP Strikes Back
Graf 22: Lots of people watched this
Grafs 23-35: Details of Cohen’s testimony, which are indeed essential to the story
Graf 36 (might have lost count here): Trump and Assange deny
Graf 37: Democrats might ask for more because …
Buried in the 38th-ish graf is an essential point. The New York prosecutors have serious shit on Trump.
Ocasio-Cortez? Not even mentioned.
Fortunately, The Guardian drew attention to Ocasio-Cortez from the home page:
Boom, there it is.
Cohen’s credibility is questionable. Yes. But in his responses to Ocasio-Cortez and in other parts of his testimony, he pointed the way to find more evidence to pile on to his statements and documents.
Make no mistake. The GOP’s strategy here is to find any misstatement of Cohen’s and pretend that one Cohen lie makes everything tumble like a house of cards. It does not. But The New York Times has bought into the GOP narrative, and they should be ashamed.
It’s not about Michael Cohen. It’s about the information he has helped to bring to light — information that can and should be investigated. Some parts may be dead ends. Some parts are definitely not, as we already know.
Think of it this way …
If a burglar tells you how he broke into his house, you wouldn’t stop and say, “Well, but you’re a liar.” You’d pay attention, liar or not.
That’s what Cohen — a liar and a criminal — did yesterday. He revealed how he did what he did. That’s the lead, NYT.
Addendum: Bonus points in the “missing the boat” sweepstakes to CNN, which emphasized this incoherent rant by Elijah Cummings as something we “need to listen to.” You don’t.
Duke was a great experience for me … apart from the classes.
Perhaps that’s a bit harsh. I had some great teachers, but I had a lot of lousy ones. The academic advising wasn’t great except within the music department, from which I think I could have had many recommendations for grad school had I gone in that direction.
And it’s unfair to look back with regret in comparison to what Duke offers today. Duke now has minors or certificates that I don’t believe they offered in the past.
So the modern-day Duke experience is surely better for all. I hope the teachers are better. I know the course selection is better.
Let’s break down what I took …
WHAT I TOOK
One note here: I only took two of the required eight classes by the end of sophomore year, when you’re supposed to declare. At the time, everything seemed fine. The classes were fine, and I had couple of solid B-pluses that I figured I’d pull up to As down the road. If I’d taken a third (not counting logic), maybe I would’ve realized this wasn’t for me.
Intro to Philosophy: required, and I had a good grad-student teacher
History of Ancient Philosophy: required, another good teacher (Michael Ferejohn)
History of Modern Philosophy – required, difficult. I made a C. Again, if I’d taken it sophomore year, maybe I wouldn’t have majored in this
History of Law – I fancied myself pre-law. This class, with a pipe-smoking drone teaching, may have talked me out of it. Had a solid B before I screwed up the final because I was desperately studying for the final in …
Symbolic Logic – This was a ****ing math class. A bunch of math majors were taking it to meet their humanities requirement. I sat there on Tuesday and Thursday afternoons, not comprehending in the least what was being written on the board and not able to ask afterwards because I had a Chronicle budget meeting. Frankly, that was a better priority. No one in journalism cares that I made a C-plus in this class and probably should’ve done worse.
Philosophy of Music – Very cool class with another late, great professor in Ben Ward, whom I had met in my freshman dorm, where he lived as an Artist in Residence and frequently played his grand piano. I did a terrific final project on cassette, using audio clips to illustrate my points. One of two classes I took in my last semester while I was pulling about 50 hours a week at The Chronicle.
Plato – a 200-level class was required, and this was hard-core. I’d registered for a class on Hegel with Rick Roderick, but he had to change the time and day of the class, and I couldn’t make it. I quickly scrambled over to Dr. Ferejohn’s office. He said he remembered me from History of Ancient Philosophy (he probably didn’t) and would gladly sign off on my switch to this class. I’ll always be proud of the fact that I got an A-minus in a class that required serious scholarship in a seminar with a bunch of grad students.
Fundamentals of Music Theory: I hadn’t planned to be a music major, but I took this on a whim in my first semester and didn’t flinch when I discovered it had a lab component and didn’t give credit for it, unlike those wimps in science classes who get an extra credit for being lab. Rodney Wynkoop and my classmates encouraged me to keep going. I was hooked.
Tonal Harmony: Basically the second semester of theory, another class with Rodney, another solid A.
Modal Counterpoint: Considered the organic chemistry of the music major, with complex math involved. Started to sour on things here.
Tonal Counterpoint: Still difficult, but I liked this better and did better.
Composition: Took concurrently with Tonal Counterpoint. A two-person class — me and Joe Zellnik. Joe is a brilliant composer to this day. I’m not. Enjoyed it and learned a lot, but I realized my limitations.
Percussion (three semesters): Music majors have to study an instrument, and I enjoyed this quite a bit. Still playing drums to this day. Can’t store a tympani set at home, unfortunately.
Chamber Music (percussion ensemble): Thanks to the people who formed a percussion ensemble with me. This was fun.
Four freaking semesters of Music History: You don’t even get to Bach for a few months. Oddly enough, my lowest grade (B+) was in Music History III, which covered my favorite era of classical music. I think. I never listen to classical any more, and no, Music History IV didn’t cover the Beatles.
University Writing Course: Salem Witchcraft: I will one day sarcastically dedicate a book to the grad student who gave me inconsistent instructions and gave me a C-minus. I didn’t choose the topic, but I found it interesting. I also apparently contradicted the grad student’s thesis. I like to think I was right.
History of Civilization: Intro to Art History: a backup choice in my first semester, and it couldn’t have gone worse. I took this after a PE class, so I raced from the PE buildings to the West Campus bus stop and immediately went into a dark room to look at slides. Along with the UWC above, I had really bad grades in my first semester and spent the rest of my time at Duke climbing into the middle of my class.
Empirical Natural Science: Astronomy – not bad, not exactly Neil deGrasse Tyson.
Foreign language requirement: Met with my achievement test in French, even though I couldn’t speak it to save my life.
Literature: AP credit FTW, which is good, because I might have lost my mind in a Duke English class.
Not really sure what the “divisions” entailed, but we had to pick one in which we took four classes, one of them at the 100 level (at the time, slightly advanced — 200-level classes were for a mix of seniors and grad students). All I know is that I took a lot of history.
Two semesters of American history: AP credit FTW
Germany: 30 Years’ War-1871: Great professor in Claudia Koonz, who’s actually kind of controversial (I didn’t know Historikerinnenstreit was a word). The subject matter was kind of dull, but I learned how to do longer papers, which helped down the road.
Socialism and Communism: Blow-off summer class with Warren Lerner, who literally wrote the book on the subject. Not bad, and I don’t know why I only got a B-plus.
I guess I needed two classes in another area of concentration, so I chose math and science-ish?
Calculus I: AP credit FTW
Calculus II: Grad student who struggled with English and didn’t get through all the material. This is on Duke. They should’ve done better. I actually didn’t need to take this. And I shouldn’t have. There’s no need to take second-semester calculus unless you’re going into engineering or something similar. See below.
Fundamentals of Computer Science: I didn’t think it was supposed to be an easy course, but when I saw a bunch of football and basketball players, I figured it might be pretty simple. It was indeed very easy, though we AGAIN didn’t get extra credit for the lab, but I learned quite a bit.
Three semesters of PE – Badminton/Racquetball/Squash, Endurance Swimming, Racquetball: Two of these were for fun. The third was gaming the system. You can’t apply more than two PE classes to your total number of credits for graduation, but I was way ahead on credits, anyway. The problem was that I wasn’t allowed to take an underload, and percussion was only a half-credit. So I took the third semester to give myself a full load, even though it didn’t count toward graduation. Loved the racquet sports. Hated swimming in a freezing pool.
Comedy: Theory & Performance – One of the freshman seminars offered second semester, and I was lucky to get my first choice. I ditched what the writing instructor had tried to teach me and went back to my old writing style. A LOT of reading dating back to Aristophanes, but I didn’t mind at all. The A-minus restored my faith in my writing ability.
Advanced Intermediate French: I did OK, but I STILL can’t speak French.
Chemistry and Society: People joke about this, ranking it alongside “Physics for Poets.” Yeah, it was easy. So what? I learned more from this than I would’ve learned in a lab, suckers.
American Political System: Figured I needed another pre-law-ish class. Lecturer was pretty good, as was the TA who taught my breakout group.
Introductory Psychology: Awesome, and not just because it was an easy A. Wonderful class to take in a breezy summer term.
Organismal/Environmental Biology: My dad was a biochemist, so maybe YOU were wrong on that test, grad students.
So what did I like or find worthwhile?
Philosophy: Intro, Logic, 200-level
Music: Theory (2 semesters), Percussion, Composition
Science-ish: Computer Science, Psychology, Chemistry and Society
That’s it? Roughly 11 classes, adding together a couple of half-classes of percussion?
Yikes. Let’s try again …
WHAT I WOULD TAKE TODAY
I wouldn’t major in philosophy. I wouldn’t major in music, but the music minor (not available in those days, and yes, I love the fact that music has major and minor) appeals to me. I almost completed what you’d call a history minor today, but I don’t think I’d do that, either. (I loved my grad-school history classes, though.)
There’s no journalism major, nor would I take one. I could get a journalism certificate, which means I’d have a major, a minor (music) and a certificate. A major has at least 10 courses (12 plus an internship in Public Policy), a minor has at least five, and the journalism certificate has six. Yikes.
But it would make more sense for me to major in public policy, which offers a “policy journalism” concentration. (Or, as the Public Policy department calls it because they just have to be different, a pathway.) That would give me the flexibility to take journalism as far as I could and then bail into something useful like law. Besides, the certificate would require me to take “News as a Moral Battleground,” which doesn’t seem fun.
You can only apply two AP courses toward the 34 needed to graduate, though AP courses can knock out specific requirements. That’s four per semester, but I may do some extra stuff to give myself a chance to take an underload junior year to be Chronicle editor. Or managing editor — Matt probably would’ve been editor, as he was in real life.
Miscellaneous requirements: There’s overlap between the “Areas of Knowledge” (must meet five) and the “Modes of Inquiry” (six) — the same class can count for both. I’ll list the Areas and note which Modes are met along the way. I’d also need one seminar class freshman year (no problem), two more “small group learning experiences.”
The “Modes” are: Cross-Cultural Inquiry, Ethical Inquiry, Science/Technology/Society, Foreign Language, Research, Writing. All require two classes except Foreign Language (see below) and Writing (two in addition to the dreaded UWC).
I’m assuming classes for the major and minor count toward the Areas and Modes. If not, I basically wouldn’t have any electives outside the requirements.
Finally, two things I’d really want to do — take a stats course (required in public policy) and do an internship (also required in PPS).
Public policy major, basic requirements (9)
Introduction to Policy Analysis
Political Analysis for Public Policy: OK, maybe this is getting dull. (Writing mode)
Policy Choice as Value Conflict: I can sub in Global Health Ethics but probably wouldn’t (Ethical Inquiry mode)
Microeconomic Policy Tools: OR Intermediate Microeconomics I
Economics of the Public Sector: Typically taken senior year. Great.
Data Analysis and Statistical Inference: OR Probability and Statistical Inference. (Research and STS modes)
Internship: Apparently, Duke can now pretty much place people in journalism internships. Wasn’t so easy in my day. You have to take all “core” courses (the first five above) before doing this, so this would likely be between junior and senior year.
Independent study: All sorts of possibilities here. In real life, I did a history of objectivity in American journalism in grad school.
Public policy electives / Policy Journalism pathway (4)
Four electives required for the major, all above 160 level, one at 400 level or higher. The pathway requirements aren’t really clear. I think this list is just suggestions. Hope so, because I’d really want to take the first three listed here, and none is 400 level. Bear in mind that my independent study would probably be journalism-related.
Some of my other electives farther below (Oral History, Data Visualization) would be journalism-related.
News Writing & Reporting: I’ve never considered myself a good reporter. Writer, yes. Gleaning info from data, yes. Reporter, no. This would help. I hope. (Research and Writing modes)
Journalism in the Age of Data: Gotta learn data. (STS mode)
The Art of the Interview: Cross-listed with Documentary Studies.
Environmental Politics: Meets the 400+ requirement.
Music minor (6, including one from a set of electives and two above 213-level)
Theory and Practice of Tonal Music I: Required; basically my freshman theory course.
Music History III (Beethoven through WWI): Yes! Only ONE of these is required! (CCI and Research mode!)
Percussion (two semesters, each 0.5 credits): Fills performance requirement.
History of Rock: My choice from the set of electives.
Writing about Music: Everything is journalism. Above 213-level. (Writing mode)
Theory and Practice of Tonal Music II: Sure, why not. Above 213-level
Could also take Wind Symphony and/or Marching Band for credit just to nickel-and-dime my way to a full class load.
General requirements (3)
University Writing Course: As long as I have permission to change teachers
Intermediate French Language and Culture: My achievement test (SAT II) score and AP score put me here. To meet the Foreign Language mode, you have to take three classes OR a 300-level course. (Duke has renumbered everything so that 100-levels are intros.) This is 200-level, so …
French for Current Affairs: Also meets seminar requirement and CCI mode.
That’s already 22 classes. For the Areas below, the number of parentheses is the number of credits I’ll get outside my major and minor. For example, I knock out Area 1 with my music minor, but I’ll also have an AP credit.
Area of Knowledge 1: Arts, Literature and Performance (1 non-major class)
English literature: AP all the way
(Music): Yeah, it’s covered.
Area of Knowledge 2: Civilizations (2)
American history: I could theoretically use both AP credits to take care of this. But I’d like to take another history, anyway.
Introduction to Oral History: Loved my oral history class in grad school. Would also meet my freshman seminar requirement IF I got into it first semester because it’s fall-only. (Research mode, seminar)
Area of Knowledge 3: Natural Sciences (2)
Chemistry, Technology and Society: It still exists! (STS mode)
Intro to Psychology: I can meet the Natural Sciences requirement with this? Oh, hell yeah! (STS mode)
Area of Knowledge 4: Quantitative Studies (2)
Foundations of Data Science: Computer Science class (STS mode)
Data Visualization: Found it on the journalism list.
Area of Knowledge 5: Social Sciences (2)
(Most of the Public Policy courses could meet this requirement)
Fantasy, Mass Media, and Popular Culture: Cultural Anthropology, cross-listed elsewhere, not always offered. Could also meet Civilization requirement, but I’ve got that covered (CCI mode)
Gateway Seminar – How to Do History: History department. (Ethical Inquiry and Research mode, seminar)
That’s 31 courses. I could only apply two of the three AP credits (calculus, English, American history) toward that total, so make it 30.
Four more …
Everything Data: 200-level computer science course; might be tough without a 200-level math. Could meet Qualitative requirement
Ethics and Philosophy of Sport: 300-level! (Ethical Inquiry and Writing modes)
Introduction to Philosophy: Could meet Civilizations requirement. (Writing mode)
PE: Can count two classes, each a half-credit. I’m thinking Tai Chi and tennis. They don’t do racquetball any more!
So not much problem covering the Areas. Music and Public Policy knock out two of them, most history classes would take care of Civilizations, my two Natural Science classes are two that I actually took and enjoyed, and I’d take a couple of data-related courses to take care of Qualitative. I wouldn’t mind taking one more Arts course if they won’t let me count my music classes there.
Let’s make sure I’ve taken care of the Modes:
Cross-Cultural Inquiry: Music History III, French for Current Affairs, Fantasy/Mass Media/Pop Culture. Wow, little margin for error.
Ethical Inquiry: How to Do History, Ethics/Philosophy of Sports. Only two? Good think I’m taking the sports one!
Science/Technology/Society: All data and Natural Science classes. Easy.
Foreign Language: See above.
Research: I count five.
Writing: Too many to count.
So I’d consider that an improvement, though I’m a little iffy on some of those Public Policy classes.
Let’s say at the outset — “we” and “us” are general terms. And no matter what the media (yeah, I’m part of it) try to shove down your throats, we’re not “polarized.” Things are much more complicated than that.
♦♦ We have evangelicals who are concerned about climate change, no matter how many evangelical preachers tell their congregations Trump is the savior and the Democrats are devils.
♦♦ We have a growing group that thinks Obama and the Clintons are too conservative, all tied to closely to Wall Street.
♦♦ Along those lines, a recent op-ed on curbing immigration was written by … Hillary Clinton.
“Left” and “right” doesn’t make much sense any more. Republicans have long ago tossed Reagan’s ideology out the window. It won’t be long before they burn down one of the two most prominent Washington-area things named after him — the Ronald Reagan Building and International Trade Center. (For more, see what Reagan’s daughter, Patti Davis, wrote last year.) On the other alleged pole, calling Obama and either Clinton “socialist” is a good way to make Europeans — and many educated and/or younger Americans — laugh or cry.
Cry? Let’s hang on to that for a minute.
One driving force — not the sole driving force by any means, but substantial — behind current political trends is the desire to afflict “elites.” These would be “liberals” who don’t care about or listen to anyone else’s needs.
And there’s a bit of truth to that. Have “liberals” been tuned in to people outside urban areas? Probably not.
So — point taken. “Elites” have been getting the message that they need to listen. Well, some of them. Some are clinging to stereotypes of their own, thinking Middle America is all racist and ignorant. But the 2016 election caused considerable fretting and hand-wringing that Democrats have been taking people for granted.
And in general, these “elites” you gripe about have empathy. And we’re concerned that empathy is declining.
The other thing we’re worried about is a lack of respect for facts.
That’s where we’ll start. The “elites” are listening. If you don’t mind, could we please have a turn speaking?
“Elites” aren’t who you think they are
Let’s look at the earnings in various professions. We’ll use Salary.com as much as possible for the sake of consistency. In some cases, I’ve included the “I” and “III” levels for a position to get a range of experience:
Chief Communications Officer: $212,300
Drilling Foreman: $108,100
Accountant IV: $91,344
Engineer III: $92,651
Engineer I: $66,655
Machinist III: $60,856
Aircraft and Power Plant Mechanic, Senior (high school education): $62,730
Assistant Professor – English: $58,861
Automotive Mechanic III: $56,700
Public School Teacher: $56,376
Accountant I: $53,136
Staff Writer/Reporter III: $52,283
Entry Field Operator (mining, HS education): $47,700
Entry Geologist (mining, BA): $45,500
Academic Advisor: $46,102
Machinist I: $42,627
Staff Writer/Reporter I: $35,523
You may argue these professions are selective. But they should be enough to show there are plenty of “working man” jobs that are paid more than jobs that require college degrees. (And, therefore, college debt.) You can’t just assume college grads — in some cases, people with doctorates — are taking all the money you should be making.
The people making money, of course, work in finance. Or they’re CEOs who make 4 zillion times more than you do.
And you don’t want to raise taxes on those CEOs? They’re the ones who are robbing you. Not college professors. Not journalists.
What motivates college professors and journalists (and a lot of government workers who chose the public sector over private jobs that pay waaaaay more)?
I’ve been playing The Simpsons: Tapped Out phone game for a few years now. The game is running out of a steam a bit because they’re running out of characters, but it’s still fun to build and re-shape Springfield.
Today, they unveiled a new feature letting you see your entire Springfield at once. Here’s mine …
A quick guide —
WEST: That’s “Springfield Heights,” an area they opened up past the mountains, and it’s supposed to be rather ritzy. I thought about moving junky stuff there, but it would involve too much moving. So I have the various mansions there, along with a polo club and the Stonecutters HQ.
WATERFRONT: The yachts are at Springfield Heights. The rest of it (the Squidpost) includes a couple of rides that used to be in Krustyland.
NORTH: That peninsula is where I stuck everything from Halloween events, including this year’s. Closer to town, I have a few high-rises leading into the Vegas-style strip.
Tucked in between that, just north of the airport, is Canada. That’s where I have Christmas stuff now, but I can move it to the open area with the four ponds farther south. I can adjust the size of those ponds so that I have just a couple of things there for Valentine’s Day but can blow it out for Christmas or Halloween.
EAST: Basically junk. Cletus’ farm. Some dirty touristy stuff.
SOUTH: Krustyland used to be something separate, and you had to take a shuttle to it. They integrated it with the rest of Springfield around the same time they started Itchy and Scratchy Land. I’ve basically turned it into a three-part amusement park. Krustyland has kiddie rides and some Krusty-themed stuff. The larger rides are in I&S Land. Then I have an Epcot/World Showcase thing going on around that lake, including some performance spaces as shown here …
Sideshow Bob and family are on the opera stage. Mayor Quimby is speaking at the amphitheater, which has a few options — Marge does something, Comic Book Guy can cosplay, etc.
The rock stage is basically the only interesting place for drummer Nick Delacourt, who was in some episode, somewhere. Some of the people I have on other stages can be here, and Bleeding Gums can be on any of them. The angry mob was part of the Halloween event, but I moved it here to be a rowdy crowd.
I skipped the pop stage, which can include Bleeding Gums, Lisa, Weird Al or Maggie, but it’s also the main stage for the Party Posse (YVAN EHT NIOJ!). This is the hip-hop stage, where Bart can perform in a different guise and Krusty can pop up. So in this case, I have three rappers and an accordion player. Cool.
A few other snapshots …
The “Vegas” strip with a lot of fountains and casinos, then a high-rise strip right against the mountains (not visible on the screenshot for some reason). The airport and a NASA launch site are at bottom right. I have an office and research park behind Vegas. Then, for some reason, a medieval fort.
Two islands in the upper-left here — two prisons on one, and then Religion Island, featuring the traditional Springfield church along with the glass cathedral, Maude’s statue and a Buddhist temple. Above that are the dog track and go-kart track, slightly separated from the sports district.
In the sports district itself, start at the lower part, just off center, for the sumo arena. That leads to a weird soccer-ish stadium, then the baseball and football stadiums at left. You can also see the ramp where Poochie skateboards and dunks, along with the pit where motorcycle daredevil Lance Murdoch falls into the shark tank. There’s also a Bowlarama.
The strip across from the sports district (also across the water from Religion Island) has two convention centers and two museums, the last just across the water from an open stage and the Clampitheatre, which form a corner of “Epcot,” which is next.
It’s tough to squeeze in the whole entertainment area. Maybe if you right click and open in a new tab? Anyway — you can see the performance stages and international things around the water, just like World Showcase at Epcot. At the lower corner is the thing that looks like the big Epcot ball. I stuck the Eiffel Tower on an island in the middle of the lake, and there’s a group of people stuck at the base. The other thing jutting out into the water is a water show.
At right is a zoo. Then behind Epcot and the zoo is the rural district.
And at bottom left, you’ll see Krustyland, then my name spelled out in flowers. I occasionally convert DURE to DUKE, which only take a couple of moves.