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SMOKE & MIRRORS - RESOLUTION: ROD AMIS looks at what it's like
to publish this magazine, its advertising failures and his take on the
national news before getting personal.
SMOKE
"Where there's smoke, there's fire ..." Popular Adage.
5 December 2006: I'm a great lover of Harper's
magazine. I subscribed to it when I had actual cash-flow and hope that
I'll be able to do so again one day. For all the years I read Harper's,
I would invariably begin doing two things. I'd read the very popular
"Index" page and then I would settle in to read Lewis Lapham's essay of
the edition. Reading Lapham was always humbling for me. He was the kind
of erudite and thoughtful editorialist that I hoped I would myself one
day become.
I was made to accept, somewhere along this journey of mine, that I
did not have the distance and comfort to be a Lapham. I'm far too
volatile and, yes, (gasp!) involved with life on the street. At my
best, as my friend and G21 alumnae Aamena Jiwaji observed, I speak from
the heart and present the stone of existence. At my worst, I spew my
anger and become the spawn of the prophet Jeremiah.
IF, as they say, God protects fools and children, then I am in luck.
I'm God's own Fool and childish as they come. My saving grace, I've
considered, is that I'm also Blue Collar to the bone. I'd rather sling
a hammer or a drink than sit in some corporate office with people who
have no idea what it's like to raise an honest sweat and actually work
for a living. That makes me a dinosaur, I suppose. That, too, separates
me from the lofty heights of a person like Lapham.
Let's make no mistake, though. I can move in the rarefied air of the
intellectuals with whom I was educated but, at bottom, I find them
lacking in spine, in involvement and in engagement with what we
peasants endure on a daily basis. Perhaps that is my curse - or
blessing. Joe Six-pack and I are kith and kin.
Looking into the future of this enterprise, your World's Magazine,
as I plan to take it into its eleventh year here on the World Wide Web
(a term no one uses anymore,) I am struck by two opposing ideas. My
great friend and fellow writer here, MPHUTHUMI NTABENI, has taken a
leadership role in contacting the writers in Africa - the backbone of
"my" stable - and suggested that we should distinguish ourselves as a
Black magazine. I have looked on at this initiative with bemusement.
Heck, I still thought we were an international magazine with
a very strong component of African writing. Last I knew, we had done
some great coverage of Ireland, Eastern Europe and the Middle East.
But I'm an old man; I'm probably way off base.
That's what brought my attention to Lapham's column to mind, I
suppose. You see, when Mpush suggested that we become suddenly totally
focused on being a Black magazine, I was looking at the various
statistics of what you read and why people come to this "hip little FM
station at the end of the radio dial." What I saw, and what I've known
for years by reading the private e-mails you send me, is that this
page, this little space of my own, is the most read column at G21. As I
would always go to Lapham's essay, very many of you go to mine. Some of
you stay and read the articles we offer each edition and some
don't.<
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Besides my column, it seems that you've also taken a liking to
BRAD BALFOUR's film interviews, the crazy mix we offer on our Op-Ed
page, RECOMMENDED DAILY REQUIREMENT, and have gained an affinity for
our GLOBAL*BEAT mix. I'm glad we're doing something right. IRISH EYES
and MATTIE LENNON's ability to "write about nothting" seems to have an
élan that you enjoy from time-to-time but apparently not as much as
Yours Unruly does.
That said, I have to acknowledge two things:
- G21 has become a platform for African writers and produced a
goodly number of award-winning writers (see last "Smoke & Mirrors")
and
- G21 AFRICA has been one of our most dynamic features.
But are we only or destined to be only a Black magazine? I don't think so.
I
am proud - incredibly proud when I consider the general media landscape
and the dearth of my people made available to you - that I have brought
the words and thoughts and inspiration of Black writers to your
attention. But I am equally proud I have bucked the trend of pretending that the 'Net is only about America.
Years before my supposed competitors in this space were willing to
admit it, I committed to look at the "World Wide" in WWW. That
commitment has enriched my life in ways I shall never be able to fully
explain. From Europe, Mexico, Asia, I have had the joy - the wonder! -
of conversing and sharing with so many people who are now invaluable
parts of my life.
(That last was not Lapham at all, was it? That was Rod the
Enthusiast. That was me being childish with awe and wonder. Sorry.)
I learned this past week that my friend and brother, BINYAVANGA WAINAINA ("The Binj"), who won the first Web-produced Caine Prize in African Writing (2002) and went on from here at your World's Magazine to found the Kenya publication Kwani, is now a Writer-in-Residence at a university in New York. Can you imagine how wonderful that made the Old Magician feel?
"My" writers, in one sense, are like my surrogate children. When
they go out into the world and spread this infection of ours, a love
for words and thinking, I am made to believe that I have had a purpose
in living. That I am not a waste of oxygen. Looking at that kind of
accomplishment, I feel like joining Jimmy Cagney and shouting, "Hey,
Ma! I'm at the top of the world!"
That's one of the few times that I can feel, just for an instant, that I am close to Lapham's world.
BACK HERE ON THE GROUND, I learned that I TOTALLY screwed up on when
NGOZI RAZAK-SOYEBI's Macmillan Prize ceremony would take place. It went
off on the 30th of November, as originally planned, rather than the 3rd
of this month, as I reported in my last entry.
The highlight of the ceremony, she informs me, is that she was
presented the award by Nobel Prize winner Prof. Wole Soyinka. Ohmigod!
How awesome is that?
I was left breathless by the news. Hat's off, Girlfriend!
6 December 2006: A WORD ABOUT ADVERTISING: Well, okay, more than a word.
First of all, you may have noted that this is the one page in your
magazine where I have kept the ads to a minimum, instead paying
respects to our few donors. That has probably been a mistake, since
this is usually the most read page.
Secondly, I'm starting to believe that G21 must have the worst click-through rate on the Web.
Google Adsense tells me that your rate of click-throughs, Gentle
Readers, garners us a whopping thirty (30) cents (USD) on average per
day. Thirty cents! Because Google Adsense only pays out on
accounts once the advert revenues equal $100 (USD), I only get a check
from them about once a year.
Let me repeat that: G21 makes $100/year from Google Adsense because my readership doesn't respond to ads.
So beginning with this installment, you'll find adverts on this
page, too. Momma needs an overcoat; Baby needs a new pair of shoes.
News to Rod
OPEN LETTER TO MSNBC's KEITH OLBERMANN, 13 December.
Dear Keith,
First of all, congratulations on your raings victories over Bill O
(your cute abbreviation of Fox News's Bill O'Reilly's name, which we
all love.) You have gotten major press about this status just as your
contract negotiations are coming up. You and your agent must be in Hog
Heaven.
Also Keith, you have to admit that your news commentary essays
directed at the Bush Administration and subsequently featured on
YouTube and all over the blogosphere, have not hurt one bit. Which is
why I'm writing to you today. You see, Keith, I admire the serious
essays you've produced this year. But they are out of step with the
rest of your show, "The Countdown."
For example, your daily Worst Person in the World, Oddball and
Keeping Tabs features are probably big winners for your show, much as
the faux news part of "Saturday Night Live" is now a perennial. But I
have to admit they personally make me squirm. I feel like I'm watching
the E! channel or some similar tripe. Sorry.
Now, Keith, I understand that the premise of "The Countdown" is to
provide a different look at the top five, as determined by you and your
editorial staff, news stories of the day. I accept that that is a
formula that has worked for you. What I'm writing to quibble about,
beside the tripe features, is your criteria for determining those top news stories.
Because I've had a very rough month, Keith, I've done what I suspect
many Americans do - immerse myself in the mindless prattling of the
Idiot Box in order not to focus too much on my own personal suffering.
In the process, I've seen a LOT of your show and other newscasts and
come away with a few bits of information I'd like to share with you
all. (Though this letter is addressed to you, Keith - because I admire
you - I hope you'll share its insights, if you deem them as such, with
some of your colleagues, even competitors.)
1 - It has been recently discovered that America is not the center of the universe and that Iraq
and things related to it are not the only newsworthy events of the day.
You know what I hear whenever I tune into broadcast these days,
Keith? Here's an example: "Iraq... Irag... The war in Iraq... Something
happened in Europe today, I think... Iraq, Iraq, Iraq... "
2 - Important news is happening in places other than Iraq even as I
type this to you. I know the producers of your show might be telling
you otherwise, Keith, but don't listen to them! They are corporate
stooges who believe that all those of us out here in Mudville think
about is the war in Iraq. That is not true.
For example, Ketih, the country right next door, to the south of us,
Mexico? There's a lot of news going on there, Keith. There's been a
major popular uprising going on in the state of Oaxaca for month now.
Imagine the great camera shots you could get out of there! It bleeds
almost as much as Iraq right now, Keith - even if you wouldn't know it
watching most broadcast news today. It threatens the stability of a
country already teetering, too, Keith.
Did you hear they had an electoral crisis in Mexico, too? It is so bad, they had to swear in the man who claims
to have won the election, Calderon, AT MIDNIGHT, Keith, for fear of a
riot in Mexico City. Meanwhile, his challenger, Lopez Obrador, still
claims he won the election and vows to fight on to be recognized. Talk
about your hot new story!
What I'm saying is, Mexico is right next door to the United States
but you couldn't tell that by watching your news program or many
others, Keith. I'm writing to you because I believe you are one of the
people who can change that.
I know, I know: right after you get your new contract.
Thanks for listening,
Rod Amis
Editor
G21: The World's Magazine
LET'S DO A HEAD COUNT. It's reported that one hundred sixty (160)
press passes were issued for Illinois Senator Barak Obama's appearance
in Manchester, New Hampshire, over the weekend.
Going to New Hampshire is what politicians do when they are
considering running for President of the United States, so the babbling
classes were all abuzz. This is exciting news for all of those who
don't want New York Senator Hillary Clinton to walk away with the
Democratic Party nomination for that office. IF Obama runs, the
reasoning goes, there will be more of a horse race for the punditocracy
to chatter about, their favorite pastime leading up to an election, so
that they don't have to explain complex civic issues to the populace
inclined to vote. Give us theater! Give us circuses!
The hope of such cretins is that Obama will be kept busy savaging
Clinton's electoral chances while the punditocracy is busy savaging
Obama's. That is how the game is played. The overwhelming showing of
the press in New Hampshire over the weekend was not excitement about
Obama's candidacy so much as excitement about having a new virgin to
throw on the sacrificial altar. The gutting will be merciless.
The plot line, Gentle Reader, is not about the 2008 election at all. You'll see.
INSIDE THE MAGAZINE
If
this edition goes according to Plan, I'm featuring a goodly number of
the jokes YOU have sent me on our HOUSE OF CARDS page to make up for
the lack of jokes I put in the Newsletter last time out.
I reckon it's also time to offer YOUR E-MAILS and our responses on the VOX POPULI page before the end of the year.
MPHUTHUMI NTABENI completes his short story "Ashes of Our Dead
Hopes" for G21 FICTION. I was so impressed that I'm doing the
unprecedented and making your World's Magazine second nomination for
the 2007 Caine Prize for African Writing. Good luck to both he and
NGOZI RAZAK-SOYEBI in the impending competition.
RAHEEM returns to his RADIOACTIVE column with a startling piece for the Holiday Season, his bailiwick this time of year
THOMAS HART is dancing for joy over at TABLOID HART. I'm sure you suspect why before even reading it.
I've already alerted those people on our Mailing List
that they have until 20 December to submit their nominations for our
BOTTOM 10 LIST 2006, picking those they considered the Worst People on
the Planet this year.
Here, I offer you the chance to join our subscribers in nominating the person you think was the Best. Who made 2006 a good year to be alive? Please send your nominations to rod@g21.net. We'll feature the individual chosen on our cover for the first edition of 2007. DEADLINE: 29 December, 2006.
MIRRORS
RANDOM NOTES - Early December: Matt's girlfriend, the notorious Jo Kemper of New Orleans, managed to mace herself while walking down the street this week. ("What?)
Yeah, I know. Stop laughing! What kind of person would mace
themselves?. Now, maybe, perhaps, some way, you might understand what
I've written about as being "Jo'ed".
ITEM TWO: My editor at Enterprise Leadership
, out of Houston here in the great state of Tejas, got back with me
this week to produce a piece on "Web 2.0". Yayy!!! The assignment came
just in time to save my proverbial bacon. Rent is due, I need to
deposit more money in my Go Phone account and the cupboard is bare.
As I've mentioned before, Dana is not only a wonderful editor to work with - understanding and complimentary - she also pays me on acceptance, rather than on publication, a Writer's Dream.
ITEM THREE: My nephew, Kenneth Amis, the classical composer and performer,
will be performing with the Empire Brass at the Kennedy Center on 10
December. If you're in the DC area, you might want to catch the
performance, my lovelies.
(Empire Brass? Yeah, yeah. Remember, there's a Brit branch to my family.)
And WHILE ON THE SUBJECT OF MY FAMILY, I have a book to recommend to
you - No, not by me! - as a stocking stuffer. My in-law, Chris Bell, my
dear Rudell's relative, has a wonderful book that I'm digesting now
entitled Lt. Williams On the Color Front which deals with the
integration of the US Army during the early 1950s. (Chris himself was
an Army officer during the era.) You can buy it here.
For anyone familiar with the military or aware of the problem of race
in this country, it's a powerful read well worth your time.
ITEM FOUR: Long-time Loyal Readers know I absolutely loathe
this time of year. I can't go out because everyone is talking about or
going to office Christmas parties and I work from home and don't want
to hear about them. I can't go into shops because they only remind me
of what I can't buy and things I can't give to those few people I'd
like to have something to offer.
I
can't answer the telephone for fear that someone will try to impress me
into one of those trumped up holiday gatherings that they throw to make
themselves feel better by comprising them with "poor lost souls" who
have nowhere else to go, assembling a group of total strangers,
unfamiliar with each other and having no common bond except the lack of
bonds to spend two or three hours feeling uncomfortable around each
other.
I can't watch commercial television because of the red and green
treacle, the Buy-buy-buyism, the scenes of people gathering with loved
ones (that I don't have) and sharing the obligatory holiday warmth.
(Well, okay, scratch part of that. I DO have lov
ed ones but I'm always so destitute that I avoid them like the plaque
because I can't afford Christmas presents.)
I usually can't wait until the day after Christmas when the pressure is off again.
But I am an American. From Halloween until the day after Christmas,
I am bombarded with the notion that I need to buy something to make our
retailers happy that they have succeeded in programming us to believe
that we have to spend as much as we can in order to demonstrate our
love of those people we cherish and that, should we fail to do so, we
are the lowest of the low.
If you can't buy presents and put yourself in hock - we gave you
them credit cards! - and then get your reward by gorging yourself on
turkey, ham and goose and have a couple of danged insults to hurl at
that relative you hate, then why not just kill yourself? The Holiday Season in America is also known as the Season of Suicides.
That's what makes me look forward to New Year's Eve, which many of
my friends refer to as "Amateur Night." At least on New Year's Eve,
most people are just partying. No religious overtones to speak of,
unless you're familiar with ancient human history, no reason to buy
anything except a good bottle of champagne. I've always liked New
Year's Eve because that is when the people who survived Christmas,
Hannukah, Kwanzaa and whatever pressure-pot you can come up with
finally breathe their collective sigh of relief.
There's my bah-bug essay for this year, Raheem, you twit! Get used to it.
Keep me in your prayers as I keep you in my own.
Thanks for coming back this week.
WHAT ROD'S THINKING ABOUT THIS WEEK
1 - Lackanookie.
2 - Money, lack thereof.
3 - His Agenda for 2007.
"Work like you don't need the money,
"Love like you've never been hurt,
"Dance like no one is watching ... "
Love,
Rod
ROD AMIS has
published this magazine since 1990. It first appeared as a hardcopy
'Zine. In March, 1996, he launched it here on the Web. Rod was a
Contributing Editor at Suite101.com, where he wrote the " 'Net
Publishing" feature. His work has been featured in the San Francisco Bay Guardian Online,
NRV8, and at the (U.S.) Public Broadcasting System (PBS's) WebLab's
Reality Check site. Rod was a contributing writer on technology for
Faulkner Information Services. He wrote on Web issues for
MethodFive.com's Hyper newsletter.
Rod was a columnist for
the Andover News Network, where he wrote over two hundred articles on
web design and development issues. He was principal writer and Editor
for IT Manager's Journal, where he reviewed technology issues weekly,
producing 383 editorials. He became the Managing Editor for Electronic
Mail/Newsletter Publications at Andover.net at the end of February,
2000, and left in September of the same year. He was a contributing
writer for ACCESS Internet magazine, which appeared both on- and offline for 10 million readers in 100 newspapers like the San Francisco Chronicle, New York Post, Boston Herald, Austin American-Statesman, Denver Post and Orlando Sentinel, among others. Rod was the US reporter for Silicon.com, a division of Network Multimedia Television in London, UK, r
eaching 3.5 million European readers, until May, 2001.
He did stints as the
Resident Philosopher at three separate gin mills in that city in the
French Quarter and the Marigny, earning his stripes during two
successive Mardi Gras seasons. Oh yeah, Rod's had Day Jobs working
construction. Mostly renovations of old New Orleans structures, houses
and a bar. Sometimes he designs Web sites for other people so that he
can get his creative juices flowing the way he can't at a staid
publication like this one. And he's been the instructor in Editing for
Internet Publications at the Novi Sad School of Journalism in
Yugoslavia. When he's not busy here, he writes technology columns for EnterpriseLeadership.org, IT Manager's Journal and NewsForge. Rod's more leftist writings can be found at Atlantic Free Press. (Don't tell his potential employers.) Rust never sleeps.
Our Resident Philosopher has decided to return to Austin, Texas, after over two decades away. Wish him luck..
In his spare time, Rod is now working on his second marriage.
He continues to be committed to integrity, chastity and a dose of humility.
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KATRINA & THE LOST CITY OF NEW ORLEANS by Rod Amis
New Orleans is the Lost City of America.
New Orleans has disappeared as surely as the lost city of Atlantis or
the lost city of Pompeii, which former mayor Marc Morial and Senator
Mary Landrieu (D-LA.) have compared us to in their statements.
That New Orleans, the New Orleans I mean to tell you about,
that will never, ever, exist again--that city of love, lust, death and
sex--will never exist again.
A portion of the proceeds of this book will go to the New Orleans
Hospitality Workers Fund. The cooks, servers and restaurant workers of
New Orleans have provided fabulous times and memories for millions. Now
we must remember them in their time of need.
Buy the book or get a downloadable PDF Copy now!
To order on Amazon.com, go here!
A small,
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week without the support and patronage of its readership. As our way of
thanking those who have committed to keep your World's Magazine here on
your desktop through their generous donations, we feature their names
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SMOKE & MIRRORS - AFTER THE FOOL: Our publisher, ROD AMIS reports
on news for the members of your World's Magazine team and looks at his
inability to lessen his own workload.
SMOKE
"Where there's smoke, there's fire ..." Popular Adage.
30 March, 2006: Things have been very hectic since our Tenth
Anniversary Special Edition and my birthday. First of all, thanks to
all those of you who sent me birthday greetings, called to sing, sent
gifts, etc. (Rhonda & Bill, Cheryl, Dragana & Dragan, Rudell
& Leon, Nelson, Barbara & Rich, Riley, Ripple and Graham.) The
Old Magician is much appreciative.
Secondly, there was getting caught up with my Day Job of being
a freelance journalist. My friend Matt telephone after reading one of
the stories I filed and said, "Man, you really sound authoritative in
that piece." I chuckled. I think people often forget that I'm a
professional journalist when they read my noodling here. Or maybe it's
just that most people don't think of writing as a real way to make a
living.
We received a wonderful review of Africa Fresh! New Voices from the First Continent in the Kenyan daily Nation from premiere literary critic and Northwestern University professor Evan Mwangi, which you can read here. (Free registration required.) I was quite overwhelmed with Dr. Mwa
ngi's kind assessment of our effort.
MPHUTHUMI NTABENI sent me an e-mail with the wonderful news that
another publisher was considering a work he had shown me - he'd begun a
rewrite on it. And then these notes:
Did I tell you about the wonderful surprise I got when reading a
biography of Nadine Gordimer - she's South Africa's first Nobel Prize
Laureate for Literature - was finding myself quoted in the book by the author, Ronald Suresh Roberts. The book is called No Cold Kitchen. Here's the passage: Gordimer
has been read as a cultural hero of South African liberation and
variously re-read as a writer residually submerged in the attitudes of
colonialism or elitism, even Jewish self-hatred. She remains a
polarising presence among South African blacks and whites alike. Near
her there are always embers. "Unlike Nadine Gordimer, [JM. Coetzee]
does not borrow courage of other people's convictions," wrote Mphuthumi
Ntabeni, the African correspondent for the online magazine Generator 21: "This might be the reason he was so unpopular in political circles, where attitudinising is the order of the day."
And it goes on. I'm told there're other small passages.
Another great news is that the plays we're doing for the
Environment and Tourism Dept. have started their performance along the
Eastern Cape Heritage Route. We'll be on tour along the Eastern Cape
for about three weeks - coming home on weekends. The great thing is
that we've won funding from the Lotto to take the plays to the
Grahamstown Arts Festival ...
We'll also be submit proposals to the SABC (South African Broadcasting Cooperation) to serialise the plays for TV.
I offered him my Good Luck wishes and congratulations.
I was flattered, also, to receive a request from one of the people in
the Blogosphere, Steve Sanders of AmericanLiar.com, to reprint one of
the articles I wrote for the Huffington Post Contagious Festival in
February. You can view Steve's reprint, and thus visit his blog, by
following this link. In his announcement e-mail, he wrote to his mailing list: You've
probably noticed that media criticism is a regular feature of American
Liar postings. We rail a lot about the corporate media's responsibility
for the generally apalling ignorance of the American public and its
state of impairment when it comes to distinguishing fact from fiction,
truth from lies, and in using deductive reasoning and rationality to
sort out the affairs of government and society. (I don't mean to paint
with a broad brush-yes, there are millions of aware citizens, and more
are beginning to wake up every day, but as a whole the public is still
in a generally sad condition in terms of being able to think and act as
informed, responsible citizens. This is my own opinion; please let me
know if you disagree.)
But is it the corporate media that is entirely to blame? The old
"chicken and the egg" question comes to the fore in our guest
commentary by Rod Amis (of G21.net), republished here from its
appearance on Huffington Post. There's a strong case to be made that
the American public bears its own share of responsibility for the state
of ignorance and stupor it's in; we all make choices as to what we
believe, who we believe, and what we believe in. The fact that the body
politic has not been appropriately discriminating in making these
choices places the American citizenry squarely in the docket, along
with the nation's compromised and sold out "news" professionals and
corrupt politicians, when we consider apportioning blame for the mess
we're in now.
To paraphrase Edward R. Murrow, the legendary journalist, "The
fault, dear Brutus, is not entirely in our scapegoats, but also in
ourselves." Well put, and as I said, I was flattered.
I
was excited this past week when I received an inquiry from a producer
for the BBC World Service radio programme "Outlook." It seems they had
seen (probably the Reuters UK) announcement about Africa Fresh!
making the short list for the Blooker Prize (which should be announced
today, by the way) and wanted to feature one of the writers who
contributed to that book. As this is the first book to be released
under the new G21 BOOKS imprint we've begun, I was chuffed.
After days of frantic telephone calls, e-mails, pacing and smoking too
many cigarettes - not to mention downing pots of coffee - I managed to
arrange for our GAYNOR PAYNTER to conduct the BBC interview.
It would seem that this actually is becoming the "G21 Decade"
as I've proclaimed with tongue firmly planted in cheek. For those who
don't know, it's a take-off of the old joke that Al Franken had when he
was part of the Franken and Davis comedy team on "Saturday Night Live"
many years ago. He proclaimed the 1980s as "The Al Franken Decade" in a
running gag that I found amusing. (I know, I'm showing my age, again.)
MIRRORS
2 April, 2006: I saw this most astounding red-crested woodpecker
this morning while outside communing with nature, enjoying that special
light that only comes in early morning and helping my body get used to
Daylight Savings Time. I had the inkling that this was the Sunday when
it commenced for the spring (I've ground accustomed to thinking of it
as "fake time") and got out of bed early so that I'd go to sleep at the
new-normal time tonight.
This is the time of year in these parts, I've learned, when the
birds are in joyous profusion and variety. I've seen so many different
varieties of these spirits of the air this season that I'm nonplussed.
I can't remember anywhere, in recent memory, where I've seen so many
different kinds of birds at one time.
Doves, crows, woodpeckers, finches, hawks; yesterday I was
"buzzed" by one of the most beautiful golden eagles I've ever seen. It
was breathtaking, the bird literally exuded power and grace. Like an
ancient Roman, I took it as a good sign.
The
first butterflies of the season are back, too. I've only seen a couple
so far, it being early in the year, but got visited by them, my spirit
familiars, as well.
It's early spring yet, so the bugs are not in great profusion
but the warm breezes are awakening them from their winter sleeps. I
don't especially look forward to the bugs but accept them as part of
life. Watching a wasp swing past and seeing flies floating in last
evenings' sunset haze, I realized that I'd have to prepare to work
against bug bites again and the yard would soon be rife with ticks.
Price of the ticket.
I kick myself for being woefully behind in my yard work -
raking up pine needles and the last of the winter leaves - because the
longer I procrastinate the more likely that I will have to contend with
the wasps and ticks.
Meanwhile, manuscripts to review for this summer's book
projects languish on my desktop, one of the editors I freelance for
awaits new story pitches and I've added new a writer to the list of
those I have decided to take under my editorial wing.
I had said that I would go into a season of restfulness, slow
the pace a bit before the summer push and focus only on this effort and
my book promotional efforts. I always say that I won't pile more
projects on but I never succeed in keeping my promise to myself. Then I
joke that "rust never sleeps ... " It is a treadmill of my own
creation.
Elaine, as our friend Bob has dubbed her, the only remaining
chicken, has been profusely laying eggs for weeks. I have joked that we
shall soon have to begin to start selling them. I worry for her,
though, as one of our neighbors, who owns a huge chocolate dog, has
begun to let the dog run wild through the neighborhood again. That dog
was one of a pack that slaughtered the other chickens we had last
summer. Elaine was smart enough to hide in the woods behind the house
for months. During the past few months, she has had free range of the
yard, the dog was penned. Now the neighbors are letting it loose again,
I expect the worst.
These are the bright and mundane details of my life in the woods, my little loves.
I had considered putting some photos of New Orleans as it looks
now into a "Rod's Photo Album" section in this space for this edition
but I thought better of it last night. You have seen how it looks
elsewhere, I'm sure, and how heartbreaking it is. I decided that I had
had enough of that heartbreak for a while. There is already too much
heartbreak in the world.
Along that line of thought, I finally watched "Hotel Rwanda"
last night. I ordered it as part of the NetFlix free trial offer,
inveterate film buff that I am. (Remember, "free" is one of my favorite
words.) This is the second film about the Rwandan tragedy I have
watched during the last few months and the more powerful of the two. It
serves as a chilling reminder of both the madness of humanity and our
ability for callous disregard of the suffering of others. It was worth
the time but reinforced my feelings about heartbreak ...
Perhaps next edition, I'll have something lighter to say at my conclusion.
Thanks for coming back this week.
THINGS ROD HOPES FOR THIS WEEK
1 - Success in my latest job application efforts.
2 - Getting back on top of generating more book sales.
3 - Getting control of my "To Do" list.
"Work like you don't need the money,
"Love like you've never been hurt,
"Dance like no one is watching ... "
Love,
Rod
ROD AMIS has
published this magazine since 1990. It first appeared as a hardcopy
'Zine. In March, 1996, he launched it here on the Web. Rod was a
Contributing Editor at Suite101.com, where he wrote the " 'Net
Publishing" feature. His work has been featured in the San Francisco Bay Guardian Online,
NRV8, and at the (U.S.) Public Broadcasting System (PBS's) WebLab's
Reality Check site. Rod was a contributing writer on technology for
Faulkner Information Services. He wrote on Web issues for
MethodFive.com's Hyper newsletter.
Rod was a columnist for
the Andover News Network, where he wrote over two hundred articles on
web design and development issues. He was principal writer and Editor
for IT Manager's Journal, where he reviewed technology issues weekly,
producing 383 editorials. He became the Managing Editor for Electronic
Mail/Newsletter Publications at Andover.net at the end of February,
2000, and left in September of the same year. He was a contributing
writer for ACCESS Internet magazine, which appeared both on- and offline for 10 million readers in 100 newspapers like the San Francisco Chronicle, New York Post, Boston Herald, Austin American-Statesman, Denver Post and Orlando Sentinel, among others. Rod was the US reporter for Silicon.com, a division of Network Multimedia Television in London, UK, r
eaching 3.5 million European readers, until May, 2001.
In 2002, he worked as
Assistant to the General Manager of a Big Easy company that does
restaurants and nightclubs. He did stints as the Resident Philosopher
at three separate gin mills in that city in the French Quarter and the
Marigny, earning his stripes during two successive Mardi Gras seasons.
Oh yeah, Rod's had Day Jobs working construction. Mostly renovations of
old New Orleans structures, houses and a bar. Sometimes he designs Web
sites for other people so that he can get his creative juices flowing
the way he can't at a staid publication like this one. And he's been
the instructor in Editing for Internet Publications at the Novi Sad
School of Journalism in Yugoslavia. When he's not busy here, he writes
technology columns for IT Manager's Journal and business columns for Enterprise Leadership. Rust never sleeps.
Our Resident
Philosopher has exchanged his legend mobility for a means of keeping
your World's Magazine going. Now he must become earnest about gaining a
financial underpinning for this enterprise. (Read: Buy back his
freedom.}.
In his spare time, he chases women in the manner that a fly pursues a spider.
He continues to be committed to integrity, chastity and a dose of humility.
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| Kidnap & Ransom: Perspective - Rod Amis continues his investigation
into the growing international tactic of kidnap & ransom as a means
of extortion and intimidating and shares some provocative perspectives
on the practice.
. 15 February 2006: Even as OUR STORY
on kidnap-and-ransom (K&R) was filed here at the Huffington Post,
Doctors Without Borders released a statement revealing that two of
their staff had been kidnapped in Colombia.
Two Doctors Without Borders Staff Members Detained in Colombia
Amsterdam/Bogotá, February 9, 2006 - Two staff members of the
international medical aid organization Doctors Without Borders/MÈdecins
Sans FrontiËres (MSF) have been detained by an armed group in the
northeast of Colombia. The staff members were part of a team exploring
possibilities to expand health services to the population in Norte de
Santander, a province isolated by violence.
"We ask for their immediate release," says Geoff Prescott, general
director of MSF-Holland. "As an independent humanitarian organization
we expect that all parties respect our neutrality and impartiality."
MSF has been providing essential medical services to vulnerable and
displaced civilians throughout Colombia since 1985. In many locations,
MSF teams use mobile clinics to reach communities that often have no
other access to healthcare. Spending two to three days at each site,
the teams see an average of 90 patients per day. At present MSF has 49
international and over 150 national staff working in Colombia.
As far as MSF is able to establish, the two detained staff members
have been treated well and are in good condition. MSF has taken
precautionary measures regarding its projects and the safety of its
staff in Colombia.
The Good News, in this case, was that the two doctors were quickly
released and have continued their work. Such is not always the case, as
I've reported in previous columns.
The Bad News is that Christian Science Monitor journalist
Jill Carroll's kidnappers have now placed a 26 February deadline on
their demands being met. They threaten to assassinate Ms. Carroll
otherwise.
While
headlines blare about the taking of hostages by terrorist organizations
very little is written in the American press about the actual dynamics
of the situation. And series like my own magazine's on the actual
plight of a victim, first with Thomas Hargrove and now with Jill
Carroll, is unusual. The Christian Science Monitor has done an excellent job of keeping us informed, as has Carroll's friend and colleague Natasha Tynes at her Blog.
One cannot but suspect that the travel industry and national
governments concerned about the foreign income for their tourists
industries influence press coverage of this important issue. It could
be argued that both the terrorists involved with K&R as a means of
buying weapons and financing their operations and recruiting and the
trans-global corporations involved in keeping people moving around the
world are complicit in keeping this story just below our radar screens.
Ironically, while the courtiers of the global, multinational
companies can count on K&R insurance coverage (see Chubb Insurance
Group K&R pdf in the previous report) and journalists for large
media conglomerates might be able to obtain it through their
organizations, it is the many aide workers and independent journalists
(more likely to provide accurate reports from on the ground) who often
find such coverage beyond their reach. That means that these two latter
groups enter troubled regions at their own risk.
It should not be surprising, in this view, that being "embedded" was
a good option for employees of large media conglomerates covering
stories in Afghanistan or Iraq, as well as other Middle East hot spots.
The conglomerates were freed of investing in the pricey services of
private security firms for the protection of their reporters (they were
with the troops, after all) and also of the cost of K&R insurance
coverage.
It is not entirely accidental, in other words, that most American
news organizations, including CNN, which built its reputation on global
coverage, have stringently cut back on their investment in overseas
bureaus and reporters. The risk management "experts" like those listed
at the conclusion of this post, would have little effort to make in
convincing these organizations that the price of the ticket far
outweighed the return on investment.
Few of us are informed, for example, that the Philippines is high on
this list of where the tactic of K&R is used to intimidate both
locals and foreigners and finance rebel activity. This article at the Philippine Center for Investigative Journal (PCIJ.org), for example, highlights that fact.
Interestingly, in terms of our investigation of the issue and media coverage of it, when the BBC ran a poll on whether K&R is justified some of the comments from individuals in small countries were that it is.
Here's one sample comment along those lines, for those reading this who won't follow the link provided: Superpowers
and former colonial powers who seldom have to fight on their own soil
would of course condemn this form of "terrorism". I do not know the
situation in Sierra Leone but in response to the question, the answer
is yes. Imagine that you live in a tiny country being invaded by a
larger and militarily superior aggressor. Your country may fall any day
now and yo
ur back is to the wall....To me, this justifies taking enemy hostages,
even if they are children. And what's more, to hell with the Geneva
Convention, POWs should be tortured to death if necessary to obtain any
essential information regarding the enemy. I would rather do this and
more to the enemy than let the enemy decimate my own people. - Siow
Tian Rui, Singapore
My bringing this provocative quote in at this point in our
investigation is neither accidental nor gratuitous. I include it now
for purposes of perspective. In other words, your very definition of
what constitutes terrorism or narco-terrorism (not withstanding my use
of both terms in framing the ground this series intends to cover) often
has to do with which end of the spear point of Empire you inhabit. If
you are holding the spear, your view of events and circumstances is
entirely different than that you'd have facing the spear point.
A warlord in Afghanistan, reportedly the world's largest heroin
producer today, a member of the Kosovo Liberation Army, reportedly the
organization behind the largest European drug-trafficking network
today, or a member of the Revolutionary Peoples Army of Colombia
(FARC), would see no reason to worry about the morality of using drug
sales to finance the realization of their ambitions because the lives
destroyed by these drugs would those of their enemies in the United
States and Europe. The former is the largest consumer of all the
world's resources and most especially addictive drugs. The latter is
more than often a fellow traveler and former home to the imperialists
of these nations' most recent experience.
Both K&R and drug trafficking, from that end of the spear point, could be considered reasonable means of self-defense. In short, a means of leveling the decidedly imbalanced playing field.
That the United States's Central Intelligence Agency (CIA) and its
precursor the Office of Strategic Services (OSS) have been alleged by
many to have used both narcotics trafficking and kidnap-and-ransom (now
termed "extraordinary rendition") to achieve their aims, it has been
argued, only served as the play book for insurgents around the globe.
I don't mean to advocate the validity of the position by stating it.
I simply believe that it is a position that an honest journalist and
discerning readers must acknowledge.
The mere fact that kidnap-and-ransom has spread as a tactic of
international extortion efforts, and a new source of revenue for
insurance companies and security firms, speaks to its success in our
time. The list of countries in which the tactic is used has increased,
rather than decreased, despite European successes in eradicating its
earlier practitioners like the Red Brigades and other far left
extremist groups who used the practice.
In
November, 2005, a German archeologist and aide worker gained the rare
distinction of being the first person from her country to be kidnapped
in Iraq. The woman's name was Susanne Osthoff. The incident received
almost no coverage in the American press, as one might suspect. For
those readers who read German, you can find the story here; those of you who love commentary can read about it in English here.
What countries are we talking about? Kashmir, Indonesia, the
Philippines, Colombia (Leader of the Pack for the last decade,)
Nigeria, Iraq (for obvious reasons), Sierra Leone, the Ivory Coast; but
the list also includes countries one might not expect like Kenya, Saudi
Arabia, Nepal and Israel.
The Players
If you're interested in the area of K&R risks, one of the company's
you're likely to contact is an international player like Kroll
Associates. It's likely you've never heard of them. You should have, as
point out.
Kroll has been at the top of the heap, in terms of providing risk
assessments for corporations and individuals of record operating abroad
for years. The Center for Public Integrity reports that Kroll made
$229, 671,000 in government contracts along alone between fiscal years
1990 and 2002. Though Kroll is relatively low profile (by intention)
compared to organizations like North Carolina's Blackwater USA.
Blackwater Security Consulting,
a division of Blackwater USA, is the balls-out, let's get in your face
organization that makes no bones about hiring international mercenaries
to provide its services. One look at the Web site gives you every
indication of what they are: guns for hire. They describe themselves
thusly: ... our staff has a wealth of exceptional
experience worldwide and is renowned for dealing with high-risk
situations and complex operations. Our mission is to provide the client
with veteran military, intelligence and law enforcement professionals
with demonstrated field operations performance tempered with mature
experience in both foreign and domestic requirements. We employ only
the most highly motivated and professional operators, all drawn from
various U.S. and international Special Operations Forces, Intelligence
and Law Enforcement organizations. We focus on physical and personal
security, personal security/risk and assessments, and training.
What is not considered often enough is the moral conflict between
using private military contractors (PMCs) by democracies as part of
their (sometimes) secret foreign policy apparatus and as highly-visible
represents of the extension of their power abroad. Is this a suitable
business enterprise, for example, for a war zone? What does it say
about the nation employing these tools both overtly and covertly
simultaneously?
These latter questions are addressed incredibly well by Duncan Campbell in a 2002 report entitled "Marketing the New 'Dogs of War'". His investigative piece brings up the more troubling aspects of dealing with and being complicit with mercenaries.
The kidnappers are not the only people making money from K&R.
It is compelling, to this reporter at least, that when we look into
the stories of K&R that most grab our attention and pull at our
heart strings, from Tom Hargrove to Terry Waite to Susanne Osthoff and
Jill Carroll, we never find the names of the high profile insurance
companies or security consultants mentioned thus far in this
investigation.
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6 December, 2006: Back during my bad old rutting days, during the 1980s, when I had my most dramatic and tragic love affair, two years of pure rapture, ecstasy, dancing late into the night, unbridled lust and madness – when I nearly alienated or lost all of my friends because of my obsession by one woman – the late, great Luther Vandross provided much of the soundtrack of my life. “If Only For One Night,” I pretended was my theme song.
On night was not enough, of course. It quickly became almost a thousand and one nights. I could not keep myself away. I left town. Longtime Loyal Readers will remember that. She simply tracked me down and within one afternoon had me wrapped right back around her finger, the afternoon of my house-warming party for my new place, then she flaunted her victory in front of all my friends. Powerful women like that are audacious.
“Literary Priest,” as I had often been called by people who loved and knew me, as I had accepted as my appellation – not when she was within reach. An electrical charge went through my body when she merely touched me. I’ve said it before: I was in thrall.
I listened to Luther’s songs from that time again for the first time in almost twenty years. Tears came to my eyes. I remembered that man, the man at the top of his corporate life, the man with The Plan. I had always believed that thirty-six was the ideal age for any man (I almost typed “thirty-sex”) and there I was with one of the most beautiful women I’d ever met. She stepped out of the fog of a northern California morning in a trenchcoat and changed my life forever.
I must be crazy, Standing here this way But I’m feeling no disgrace For asking Let me hold you tight If only for one night - Luther
If you’ve ever been deeply, deeply in love, you know what I’m talking about. There is the “universe of two,” as Kurt Vonnegut so aptly put it, in Mother Night, a book about a man who was considered a Nazi.
There is no outside world. There is nothing except you and “us,” that strange conjoining of two people, two souls, that supercedes every other consideration. That was the best fo what we had, before the darkness started.
Another one of “our” songs was “Anyone Who Had a Heart.” We listened to Luther on our trips to San Francisco to sell prospective clients for my business, on our way to Sacramento to meet a few legislators who could give us some contacts, while lying, exhausted, after making love for hours. “I love your line,” she told me early on, “’Got two hours to kill?’ I’m glad it wasn’t just a line.”
Bad man.
So I listen to Luther this afternoon and cry.
We used to joke, she and I then, that I was the dragon-slayer. I miss that guy.
I was also accused, harshly, scathingly, in this period of “being in love with being in love.” You get the inference: it didn’t matter who I was in love with along as I was in love. This hypothesis was troubling for me because I was so muddled and befuddled that I could not, rationally, find evidence in my own psyche that it was NOT true. How could I judge?
What does Luther sing? No one’s gonnah love you like I do!
It seems fitting then, that after that, after the bankruptcy of my business, the dissolution of that sick relationship, I should have my next significant liaison with the woman I once referred to as The Count. Our love, if that was what it could be called, was in a Kingdom of Ice. It was about the sex and the mutual, cold distance we had from each other. When I was best man from my best Black friend, his wife said that The Count and I were like wrestlers, always, always grappling with each other and the fact the Fates had thrown us together.
“I’m not your girlfriend!” The Count would insist. “Don’t tell anyone I’m your girlfriend! You hear me?”
And I would snap back: “Whatever you say! You’re the only woman I’m fucking and I’m the only man you have. You call me up at midnight and bring over a bottle of Tequila and expect me to just say okay but we’re not involved.
“Fine! You’re not my girlfriend then. You’re just my Ho. Like that better?”
Because of her Catholic Guilt, fights like this made her hot. As long as we pretended to despise each other, making love was okay.
Nobody know about being emotionally damaged like I do. One of my former fans, upon reading my writing about love and referring his best friends to this magazine, would say that I had written the best line by a writer he’d ever read until discovering me. The line was “You haven’t LIVED until you’ve become emotionally damaged.”
That’s me all over, isn’t it? Cynical. World-weary. You can practically see the glass of Scotch in front of me and the smoke curling up from the cigarette on my lips, can’t you? That’s probably why my dear friend Dragana refers to me as “Bogie.”
It would be amusing if it were not so true.
“What’s the first thing you thought about when you met me?” The Count asked after we’d first coupled, at her insistence, because she thought It was about time I had new woman.
“Sex,” I said.
“Good,” she smirked. She was that kind of woman. I remember that when she’d visit me at my work all the guys would swarm towards her like bees on honey. Sometimes it would make me angry. Other times, I’d realize that was why she and I were together.
It only made sense that this last wild rutting period of mine, this time before I should become the most well-known celibate in the Internet world should end with Hacker Barbie. The computer geek babe who all my closest friend thought would be Rod’s Second Wife.
I still remember the day when I came back to my place to find that Hacker Barbie had taken all of her lingerie and extra dresses (you know) away. That was her way of letting me know it was over. Yes, she had her own key to my place. She left the key behind.
It was about how I was changing. I had made a group of decisions that she could not understand or reconcile. I had quit my job in San Francisco, I sold my car, I was going to devote my life to the homeless and G21, I’d decided.
“What the Hell is wrong with you?!?” she insisted in our last phone call. “Have you lost your mind?”
In a way, I had. The letters from my college friend who had died of AIDS had rocked me. He had written he admired me because I was committed to my art and The Truth.
That was only his opinion and a damned lie. I was just another corporate drone going out with a flashy girl from Marin who had decided that our Halloween costumes should be Antony and Cleopatra. I was NOTHING compared to the Rod he believed in when he died.
I decided to go live among and advocate for the homeless in San Francisco. That was the beginning of a period in my life that my great friend, the photographer and artist Bill Purcell refers to as my quest for “Secular Sainthood.” Comfort became my enemy.
I’ve been celibate from that day until this one.
Now when people call me the “Literary Priest,” I don’t complain.
While I lived in New Orleans, the phrase, “Rod’s Confession Booth” became operative. This happened even before I became a bartender. After all I’d been through, it was easy for certain people, particularly people who knew a lot of pain, to talk to me. They could unburden themselves of their sins and excesses knowing that I would be the LAST person on Earth to pass judgment. “Go. And sin no more.”
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SMOKE & MIRRORS: THE NEW LOOK/THE NEW YEAR - ROD AMIS's column,
called the Father of the Blog when it was MY GLASS HOUSE turns
bifurcated in this form. This week, the "Smoke" section talks about
changes at your World's Magazine for year ten, the return of Thomas
Hart and his take on the news. In "Mirrors" he focuses on the personal.
SMOKE
"Where there's smoke, there's fire ..." Popular Adage.
28 December, 2005: We've taken a few looks at the evolution of
the media in this country over the years and, because of our passionate
commitment to the growth of this medium in particular, it would be nice
to believe we've had an influence on how our readers look at and
understand the news. That's part of the mission of any journal of this
kind, after all, to mediate between its public and the confusing
panoply of other sources dedicated to interpreting reality.
We have made it a point here at your World's Magazine of
wearing our biases on our sleeves. We also made the point that
admitting that all media are biased is essential to your ability to
suss out the best version you can of the real, the truth, of human
existence in our world.
Doing anything less than making these kinds of assertions and
focusing on this kind of mission, from this chair's perspective, would
be dishonest.
The converse examples don't have to be listed here to drive
home the point. We all know who refutes our position and why they have
become jokes, notoriously ridiculed.
In this regard, I've welcomed T
HOMAS ("Tabloid") HART back to these pages for our tenth year here on
the World Wide Web ("Web".) One thing that's been in short supply here
during the last year is humor. After the experience of 2005, I suppose
we all need a few laughs.
Having been here for so many years, it seems like getting back
to his column was like riding a bike. In many ways, his first new
column picks up exactly where he left off. Bravo!
29 December, 2005: YOU'LL ALSO NOTE that for our tenth year and
the New Year, we bring you a new masthead for the magazine and a new
cover design. I tested it out on a couple of people and the general
response was good.
I have no idea what it looks like in Internet Explorer, a browser I
dumped as soon as FireFox came along. (You should dump it, too. Too
many problems.) Those of you still using that will have to tell me.
Oddly, during my initial experiments, it looked close to what I
envisioned when I used to Safari (Mac native) and Opera browsers than
it did in FireFox. Still haven't figured out why. I still use FireFox
as my default, so I'm hoping to work out the kinks by the time the new
cover actually reaches you.
Please let me know what you think and feel about the changes. Thanks!
Those are all my "serious" publishing notes for this week. So let's dive right in to
NEWS TO ROD
ITEM ONE: The Pew Research Center for the People and The Press,
on 27 December 2005, listed these as the top fifteen stories that
Americans followed during the year:

Among the things that the Center analyzed as top trends for 2005:
1. Presidential Popularity Plunge - Starting his second term
with less popular support than other recent re-elected incumbents,
President George W. Bush's saw his approval ratings further erode under
pressure from public opposition to his foreign and domestic policies
and new focus on alleged ethical lapses in his administration. In
November, Bush's approval rating hit new lows, just 36% of the public
thought he had lived up to his campaign pledge to restore integrity to
the White House, and for the first time as many approved as disapproved
of his handling of terrorism. By December, upbeat economic reports,
apparently successful elections in Iraq and a series of high-profile
speeches shored up the president's approval rating in some major polls
although not in others. However, a Fox News/Opinion Dynamics poll found
that by a 47%-38% margin, the public judged that this year the
president would make Santa's "naughty," rather than "nice" list, up
from 40% who thought so a year ago and 31% in 2003.
2. Hurricane Blowback - Most Americans gave the federal
government a failing grade on its handling of Hurricane Katrina's
aftermath. But the crisis revealed a sharp racial divide, with
two-thirds of blacks saying the government's response would have been
faster had most victims been white; only 17% of whites agreed. A month
later, while a growing number saw the nation increasingly divided
between "haves" and "have nots," as many Americans worried that the
government would spend too much on hurricane relief as feared that it
would spend too little.
3. Iraq Disillusionment - Following a small post-election
bounce, public approval of the president's handling of the situation in
Iraq resumed its downward drift, hitting a low of 37% in October. But
opinions on Iraq remain volatile: Americans are nearly evenly divided
on whether the decision to use military force was right or wrong, and
more than half think it possible that the U.S. can establish a stable
democracy in Iraq. In the wake of Democratic congressman's John
Murtha's high-profile call for a withdrawal plan and a series of
presidential speeches in rebuttal, Bush's approval rating on Iraq
remained mired in the mid-thirties.
4. Pump Shock and Economy Anxiety - Even before hurricanes in
the Gulf added momentum to already rising gas prices, the public
remained apprehensive about the economy. In May, only 44% of Americans
rated their personal financial situation good or excellent, down from
51% in January; only 35% approved of the president's handling of the
economy. In Katrina's wake, fully 71% of the public (the most in two
decades) reported following news about gas prices very closely. As
prices receded and economic reports re-brightened in December, prices
at the pump were still closely watched by 61% of the public and 40% of
Americans said they were finding it hard to make ends meet.
5. Inward Turn - Isolationist sentiment was on the upswing, with
more than four-in-ten among the public saying America should "mind its
own business internationally"-on par with numbers expressing that view
after the closing of the Vietnam War and the Cold War. Two-thirds of
Americans say the country is less respected globally; most blame the
Iraq war for that result.
You can find the full text of their analysis here
ITEM TWO: Also on 27 December 2005, in the Los Angeles Times you might have come across this wonderful piece of commentary by esteemed MidEast reporter Robert Fiske ("Telling It Like It Isn't".) Here's a snippet to whet your appetite:
Similarly, "occupied" Palestinian land was softened in many American
media reports into "disputed" Palestinian land - just after
then-Secretary of State Colin Powell, in 2001, instructed U.S.
embassies in the Middle East to refer to the West Bank as "disputed"
rather than "occupied" territory.
Then there is the "wall," the massive concrete obstruction whose
purpose, according to the Israeli authorities, is to prevent
Palestinian suicide bombers from killing innocent Israelis. In this, it
seems to have had some success. But it does not follow the line of
Israel's 1967 border and cuts deeply into Arab land. And all too often
these days, journalists call it a "fence" rather than a "wall." Or a
"security barrier," which is what Israel prefers them to say. For some
of its length, we are told, it is not a wall at all - so we cannot call
it a "wall," even though the vast snake of concrete and steel that runs
east of Jerusalem is higher than the old Berlin Wall.
The semantic effect of this journalistic obfuscation is clear.
If Palestinian land is not occupied but merely part of a legal dispute
that might be resolved in law courts or discussions over tea, then a
Palestinian child who throws a stone at an Israeli soldier in this
territory is clearly acting insanely ...
Clearly, Orwell was prophetic, wasn't he? How can anyone rightly call
him-/herself a journalist these days who actively determines to use the language of the propagandists rather than honest words?
MIRRORS
29 December 2005: Just about every day, when not doing research or queries from potential subjects for my column at IT Manager's Journal,
I'm busily flaking my book on New Orleans or seeking people to review
the G21 AFRICA anthology. I never wanted it to be this way but I
suppose that's the price I have to pay for deciding to become a book
and magazine publisher simultaneously.
As those of you who bothered to listen to the podcast I did
last month know, I'm trying to get used to the idea that I have to be a
flak. Hate it!
2 January 2006: PART OF THE WRITING, the real writing, is
prowling in the night. That is the only time to hear the voices you do
not hear. What the real writing about is not creating at all, it is
simply listening. It is going to a dark place you only glance at in your peripheral vision and like to pr
etend was a chimera, not there. But it is there.
Our Curse is to visit it for you and bring back what we have seen,
stared - gudgingly and with trepidation - in the face. What is just
over the shoulder, what makes you shiver deep in the night, when you
wake up but would rather be asleep, and what you shudder about in your
dreams ...
It is there but not there.
I know. In dark moments, it is with me even when I am awake.
MATT STOWELL AND I talk almost every week. He is constantly hectoring
my return to New Orleans. He believes that I should return to that city
that is no longer a city to finish my "Mission" there: the next New
Orleans book. He has not said it in so many words. It is simply a
subtext of our conversations.
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Matt is relentless on this one topic, New Orleans. I'm
convinced that he just wants the luxury of seeing me die in that
southern wasteland.
But I could be wrong. It's happened many times before. Matt sent me
a wonderful Christmas present: money. Yayy! It came in a very ritzy
card for Maker's Mark whiskey (a brand I can't afford, of course.) But
it was more that he came through when he knew I'd probably needed. I
was just about out of cigarettes and prefer that I buy my own booze
rather than mooch off my housemate.
Matt's boosterism of New Orleans, though, is relentless. I'm
not even sure why the man is so in love with the city. His favorite
musician, Tom Waits, lives in California. He doesn't seem all that
taken with most of the food. He's a big fan of The New Orleans Jazz
Vipers and the Hot Club of New Orleans, I know. But somehow that
doesn't explain his passion for the place entirely, at least not to me.
Hmnnn ...
My new friend, Tom Parish, of Talking Portraits
informs me this evening that at least of a few of you have bothered to
download the podcast I did with him in December. I have to Laugh Out
Loud (LOL!) wondering whether its most the writers here at G21.net
seeking any confirmation that I am a real person and not just a
creation of the digital stream ...
TEN YEARS. I've been sitting in the Big Chair here now for as long as I
was once married. I can't but think back to how many friends of mine
over the years suggested that I just quit doing your World's Magazine
because it took so much time and effort and it was, frankly, becoming
an obsession.
Becoming? Hell! No G21, no Rod. We are synonymous. This is all I live for.
Thanks for coming back this week. Keep me in your prayers as I keep you in my own.
THE 2006 ROD IS
1 - Going to be less willing to show his emotions to people around him.
2 - Hopeful that the new year will be better.
3 - More likely to be childish than ever before.
"Work like you don't need the money,
"Love like you've never been hurt,
"Dance like no one is watching ... "
Love,
Rod
ROD AMIS has
published this magazine since 1990. It first appeared as a hardcopy
'Zine. In March, 1996, he launched it here on the Web. Rod was a
Contributing Editor at Suite101.com, where he wrote the " 'Net
Publishing" feature. His work has been featured in the San Francisco Bay Guardian Online,
NRV8, and at the (U.S.) Public Broadcasting System (PBS's) WebLab's
Reality Check site. Rod was a contributing writer on technology for
Faulkner Information Services. He wrote on Web issues for
MethodFive.com's Hyper newsletter.
Rod was a columnist for
the Andover News Network, where he wrote over two hundred articles on
web design and development issues. He was principal writer and Editor
for IT Manager's Journal, where he reviewed technology issues weekly,
producing 383 editorials. He became the Managing Editor for Electronic
Mail/Newsletter Publications at Andover.net at the end of February,
2000, and left in September of the same year. He was a contributing
writer for ACCESS Internet magazine, which appeared both on- and offline for 10 million readers in 100 newspapers like the San Francisco Chronicle, New York Post, Boston Herald, Austin American-Statesman, Denver Post and Orlando Sentinel, among others. Rod was the US reporter for Silicon.com, a division of Network Multimedia Television in London, UK, r
eaching 3.5 million European readers, until May, 2001.
In 2002, he worked as
Assistant to the General Manager of a Big Easy company that does
restaurants and nightclubs. He did stints as the Resident Philosopher
at three separate gin mills in that city in the French Quarter and the
Marigny, earning his stripes during two successive Mardi Gras seasons.
Oh yeah, Rod's had Day Jobs working construction. Mostly renovations of
old New Orleans structures, houses and a bar. Sometimes he designs Web
sites for other people so that he can get his creative juices flowing
the way he can't at a staid publication like this one. And he's been
the instructor in Editing for Internet Publications at the Novi Sad
School of Journalism in Yugoslavia. When he's not busy here, he writes
technology columns for IT Manager's Journal
. Rust never sleeps.
Our Resident
Philosopher has exchanged his legend mobility for a means of keeping
your World's Magazine. Now he must become earnest about gaining a
financial underpinning for this enterprise. (Read: Buy back his freedom
and then go home.}.
In his spare time, he chases women in the manner that a fly pursues a spider.
He continues to be committed to integrity, chastity and a dose of humility.
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