Eating a Little Crow–Cold

Filed under:It's My Life,Not Cool — posted by Anwyn on December 4, 2007 @ 9:37 am

Halfway down this thread I was eager to tell people that if they have static problems they should put a little moisture in the air through the simple expedient of a teakettle on the stove, which they could even leave on overnight and it wouldn’t boil dry! Aren’t I clever! And totally devoid of any safety-oriented common sense! Come on, now, I have a perfectly good modern gas stove! The burners don’t go out!

Well, the burner did go out, sometime last night, and the house slowly filled up with gas. Mercifully, it was slowly since the burner was set to the lowest simmer setting and therefore wasn’t putting out much gas, but it was enough that I could smell it when I got up this morning. Now both my front and back doors are open, windows upstairs that provide a clear cross-channel through the house are open, and I’m wondering how long I have to wait before turning on the stove flame.

So if you’re like me and occasionally unable to process that something bad might happen even though you don’t think it will (and for anybody concerned, most of the time I foresee future problems and take all precautions up front; only occasionally do I have a brain leak this egregious), here’s a tip: Don’t leave a burner on all night even if you have a good stove. Eventually it will, har har, burn you.

The Rant: Toys-R-Us

Filed under:It's My Life,Rants,Toys, Children's — posted by Anwyn on November 30, 2007 @ 1:21 pm

The place that must be like the Hellmouth for Rachel Lucas, the black hole of money, Toys-R-Us. The place exasperates me because it should be an extremely useful store and sometimes actually is. That is, when I need a general present for a child and don’t know what I’m going to get yet, usually I can go in there, wander for a little while, and find something suitable. But then the exasperation. If there’s something specific I want, the odds are 99-1 that they won’t have it. Every single time, no matter what the thing is. Stuffed dog that doesn’t shed? No. Take your pick from these three million dogs with obnoxiously shedding fake fur. The one little wooden table and chairs I wanted for the corner of the kitchen for my son to eat at? No. We’re out. Take your pick from these bright flimsy plastic ones. The one specific Thomas engine that my son wanted as a reward for learning to use the potty? No. Take your pick from these four million engines that are the wrong ones.

Speaking of trains, what up, TRU people, that as usual you have a train table out with all the track and little buildings and sheds and trees and train stations on it … and no trains? My broken-hearted son spent the rest of our trip to TRU today wailing because he couldn’t play with the trains as he does on every visit, because for some unfathomable godless reason the TRU people had put none on the table. “Fortunately, baby, we have trains at home.” Wail. “Honey, see the other little boy? He’s not crying and he’s kind of worried about you because you are. Can you buck up a little for Mommy?” Wail. It’s not entirely so much the trains; it’s also that it’s out of routine and he doesn’t yet understand that the world changes. There were trains; now there aren’t. Apocalypse.

And then, the capstone of the TRU Exasperation Experience, the one that puts my steam up every time, I’m herding my wailing son up to the register, hoping for a smooth and quick checkout, and then it comes, The Nunya Question: “May I start with a phone number, please?”

NO YOU MAY NOT HAVE MY PERSONAL PRIVATE PHONE NUMBER, I DO NOT GIVE A DAMN THAT YOU AREN’T GOING TO USE IT FOR ANY OTHER REASON THAN TO MAIL ME COUPONS WHICH ADMITTEDLY ARE A PRETTY GOOD DEAL OR WOULD BE IF I GOT AROUND TO USING THEM IN TIME BUT FORTUNATELY FOR ME I ONLY NEED TO VISIT YOUR STORE ABOUT THREE TIMES A YEAR AND THEY ALWAYS EXPIRE MY PHONE NUMBER IS NUNYA DAMN BUSINESS AND WOULD YOU PLEASE DO YOUR FREAKING JOB AND LET ME GIVE YOU MONEY FOR THESE TOYS SO I CAN GET MY SON CALMED DOWN AND GET THE HELL ON WITH MY DAY.

It’s not the checkers’ fault; they’re only doing what they’ve been told, which, you know, their paycheck kind of depends on. But this is just such an annoying policy on the part of TRU and various other retailers. Sometimes I comply, but honestly, if you see an exasperated person approaching with a wailing four-year-old in tow, don’t you think you’d exercise enough judgment to just check them out and get them on their way?

Of course not. That’s why you’ll be a checker awhile longer, I’m thinking.

Van Dyke Weirdness

Filed under:Cool,It's My Life — posted by Anwyn @ 9:44 am

I found out at Citizens’ Academy last night that one of the sons of Dick Van Dyke, Chris Van Dyke, was a Portland district attorney on the case of the I-5 Killer back in the early 1980s and still lives in the area, having started his own outdoorswear company after a stint at Nike. It’s only weird because I used to live thirty minutes down the road from Dick and Jerry Van Dyke’s childhood home in Danville, Illinois, though sadly I left Illinois for Oregon before the visit described in that page–I would’ve liked to have seen him at Bye, Bye Birdie with the high schoolers. I, um, played Rose myself back in high school.

Anyway, Dick Van Dyke and I also have the same birthday. Separated by 49 years, of course, but still. Weird.

In the Cannon’s Mouth

Filed under:Cool,History,It's My Life,Photoblogging — posted by Anwyn on November 28, 2007 @ 12:17 pm

A little vacation photoblogging. A casemate with cannon at Fort Sumter:

The same cannon (I think) from inside the fort:

And an empty casemate looking out to the ocean:

Back

Filed under:It's My Life — posted by Anwyn on November 25, 2007 @ 8:26 am

Sorry for lying when I said I’d blog over the week. I was too busy puttering around the beach, but not anything particularly blogable other than our visit to Fort Sumter. Also sorry for lying when I said I’d never been to SC before. I saw Nickel Creek play in Greenville a lot of years ago, but I’d never been to the coast. Myrtle Beach is nice. I was expecting a touristy beach town, and it is, but our rental house was comfortable and it was a new experience for me to be able to walk out the back door and onto the ocean. It was nice and warm up until the day after Thanksgiving, when it suddenly began to feel like Chicago in December. After a very, very long day of traveling and coming home to a 55-degree house, it’s good to be home.

Vacation

Filed under:Blogging,It's My Life,Television — posted by Anwyn on November 15, 2007 @ 10:01 pm

I have a lot of stuff to blog, but I leave tomorrow for the beach–and not one of the cold, rainy, windy ones that Oregon offers, either. I’ve never been to South Carolina before, so I’m really looking forward to it.

Well, of course the beach house has wireless. I’ll still blog, just not in the next couple days or so while we’re traveling.

Meanwhile, turns out that while I still don’t enjoy any Hugh Laurie humor I’ve ever seen except House, Sense and Sensibility, and Friends, is there any limit to the man’s talent? Apparently on top of everything else, he can also play the guitar.

Fred Prosecuted My Poor, Downtrodden Co-Liquorists!

Filed under:It's My Life,Need a Good Editor?,Politics — posted by Anwyn on November 12, 2007 @ 12:08 am

Update: Welcome, Hot Air and Patterico readers! The hard numbers are about halfway down the post, in bold. I hope you’ll take a few minutes to look around. You may be interested in how judges do things in Oregon, how Hillary’s planted questions and other missteps are not good news for the GOP, how the U.S. Air Force really might need to hold bake sales to buy fighter jets (with comments from two fighter pilots), how editors’ worldview skews their job performance, or what the outreach representative of the local mosque had to say when he spoke at my church. Thanks for stopping by.

Or, In Which I Build an Illicit Still in Patterico’s Back Yard.

Okay, so they weren’t really my co-liquorists, but I do have moonshiners in my family tree. My grandfather helped make the stuff and my great-uncle ran it all over the county in cars that Junior Johnson had tricked out for the purpose. Yes, that Junior Johnson–my grandparents were raised in Wilkes County, North Carolina. Everything you’ve heard about NASCAR’s origins in moonshining … is true.

Anyway, so Fred Thompson seems to have made his prosecutorial bones whoopin’ up on them good ol’ boys, never meanin’ no harm, over in Tennessee.

Seriously, there must be something available in Fred’s past worse than the fact that the judge in these cases thought they were “a waste of time” (because who’s more qualified than the judge, really, to say which laws are important and which aren’t) and that the same judge didn’t think Thompson and the other members of the U.S. Attorney’s office “knew what they were doing.”

Of course, a judge’s pronouncement of “utterly incompetent” on the conduct of a prosecutor carries weight, but there’s one major item of interest the Times article leaves out: Of the 88 cases Thompson prosecuted in three years, of which 27 were about moonshine (“more than any other crime,” the Times tells us without providing a numeric breakdown of the other 61–any other kinds of crime break the 20-case mark?), how many did he win? That would seem to be a relevant number in an article quoting more than one person who suggests Fred was a lightweight.

Apparently this information is not terribly easy to come by, due to the lack of computerized records from that era. I called the U.S. Attorney’s office in Nashville, and the man there was very gentlemanly but I could tell he was trying not to laugh at me for wanting a win-loss record from over 35 years ago, even if the guy is running for president. Then I called the Federal District Court. The lady there cited the lack of computerized records but directed me to the National Archives for the region, which are housed near Atlanta. That’s where I bottomed out. They have the records, but it would involve either a significant amount of money for them to copy the case files and send them–all 88 cases, I suppose–or else a flight to Atlanta and a hotel stay while I riffle through the records and copy down the judgements myself.

Then I called the campaign. They were extremely helpful, but even they don’t have this information on a scorecard in their pockets. They sent me a news article written at the time of Fred’s resignation from the U.S. Attorney’s office that states he won 14 out of 15 bank robbery cases (27 moonshine cases vs. 15 bank robberies, if you’re counting) but doesn’t get more detailed than that. At this point I doubt even Fred himself could reel off his stats from the top of his head if asked.

But Joe Mathews of the L.A. Times does have the numbers at his fingertips, after two weeks of digging 35-year-old files out of their boxes in Georgia for his article. And to my surprise and gratitude, he was willing to share them.

He broke them down by numbers of defendants, so there are more than 88 defendants because there were multiple defendants in various individual cases. In total, 88 cases covered 115 defendants, 34 of whom were moonshiners, 21 of whom were counterfeiters, and 17 of whom were bank robbers. The remainder (43) were various other crimes.

Out of 115, nine never stood in Thompson’s district either because they were never captured, were found dead, or were transferred to a different federal district. So we’ll subtract those nine. That leaves 106.

Out of 106, 12 found the charges against them dropped, 66 defendants pleaded guilty or no contest without going to trial, and 28 went to trial. Of the 28 who went to trial, 22 were found guilty, leaving six who were not convicted.

These numbers suggest that Thompson was a completely solid, if not shining, prosecutor. Of course, you could also draw that conclusion by the very fact of his having served as a prosecutor for three years–incompetence is not encouraged at that level by continued employment, one would suppose and hope. Of the 12 cases thrown out, at least two were the direct result of an error of Thompson’s. Joe Mathews:

After charging a man with stealing checks from the mail, Thompson saw the case dismissed because the wrong date appeared in the indictment. Another indictment, against a group of counterfeiters, was thrown out when Gray ruled that Thompson had failed to allege a crime.

Even though one could assume by Thompson’s three years of employment at this level that he was doing a satisfactory job as far as his boss was concerned, having these numbers would help to balance the the remarks of the clearly adversarial judge. At the very least, I would have thought a more thorough numbers breakdown would have made a better return on Mathews’s two weeks of poking through the Archives, and I remarked as much to him. So why not include them? Mathews answered that as well in an email:

I don’t want to get into why we choose not to include things and include others. Those decisions are not always the reporter’s. But a few things to think about. As you know, prosecutorial numbers don’t tell you much in a world in which almost all federal prosecutors, good and bad, win convictions in nearly all their cases (in part because of the way the legal system works, and in part because most people are guilty). Prosecutors are also only one factor in outcomes–the investigating agents, the quality of defense attorneys, the standards of judges and the quality of juries are all big factors. The quality of justice is always going to be debated. What I tried to do–based on interviews and the transcripts and records of his actual words and actions in court — is paint an accurate picture of Thompson in the courtroom as prosecutor, with portraits of the judge and defendants that were the focus of his work then. I think I did that very fairly, and very well.

So he’s suggesting that even bad prosecutors win their cases most of the time. Patterico, See-Dub, and Mike Lief are all more qualified to give an opinion of that conclusion than I am, but it seems to me that the likelier cause of a preponderance of winning numbers is that more bad prosecutors are relieved either before they make it to the federal level or after a scant time in office that makes it clear they are not qualified.

Reporters have easier access to many facts because they are paid to spend their time doing things like what I could not–digging through files for two weeks in Atlanta to get the numbers and details of Thompson’s cases. In a long, long list of clearly egregious journalistic abuses of this greater access in order to decide what facts are and are not appropriate for public newspaper consumption, this hardly qualifies. But as a minor example of how journalists are much fonder of delivering conclusions than of providing facts, it is annoying. And far too often these agenda-driven conclusions damn public officials with faint praise in the absence of hard evidence to suggest wrongdoing or incompetence.

I’ve corresponded with Joe Mathews. He was quite willing to show me the figures it took him two weeks to compile–me, Jane Blog, for no other reason than that I asked him about the article. So it might be doubly puzzling that he would not put them in the article, editorial control aside. His explanation provides the reasons why he felt simple numbers were not as good an indicator of how good a prosecutor Thompson was as the remarks of the people in and around those old cases. I would argue instead that while they certainly are important to the “human” portrait Mathews did convey well, they are far and away not the whole picture, and that by omitting these simple facts that would allow readers greater material with which to draw their own conclusions, he attempts to substitute the judgment of the people he quoted, three out of six of whom were cool or downright damning on Thompson, with the other three commenting more on his demeanor than on his competence, for the readers’ own.

This is only human nature. It’s far more fun to draw conclusions than it is to present facts. But it’s just another example of how ingrained it is in the journalistic establishment to claim the latter when in fact they happily do the former all the time.

It is the reason the CEO of the AP himself is now having to call upon his colleagues to abandon this outdated attitude and recognize that just like the reporters themselves, most people prefer to draw their own conclusions, or at least to read authors with a track record of coming to conclusions the readers agree with–because they can follow the reasoning right there in the piece, not because the author has chosen to quote selectively while leaving out data.

Even if we assume all 12 of Thompson’s dismissed cases were dismissed on his error, that still leaves a disproportion of 88 guilty/no contest to 18 dismissed/not guilty. I don’t dismiss (hah!) out of hand Mathews’s argument that the legal system is built such that a majority of people indicted actually are guilty. But to me that’s a feature rather than a bug, and it also points to the competence of some of the other people Mathews discussed–investigators and police. Fact of guilt is not always proof of guilt, which is why we have prosecutors to begin with. Why should the fact that the system so frequently works as it should take away from a record of competency and good work prosecuting the cases that Tennessee afforded–and really, why should anybody be surprised that moonshining was far and away the highest proportion of federal crime in Tennessee in 1969? Those good ol’ boys, after all, will be boys. And it seems Tennessee is even loopier in handling them than Oregon is in handling “medical” marijuana.

Thanks to the Funkypundit and to my friend and sometime editor Jon S. for assistance with this post.

Read It

Filed under:Blogging,Bumper Stickers,History,It's My Life — posted by Anwyn on November 11, 2007 @ 5:34 pm

I’m not great with the Days of Sentiment and Memory posts–Memorial Day, Veterans Day, and like that. I don’t like to get too mushy on the blog, lest the lawyers start realizing I’m actually a girl. Guess the picture’s pretty much let that cat out of the bag, but I still am not great with the sentimental posts.

Veterans Day is important to me, but not spent in solemn observance. And Oregon has rather imperceptibly reduced my standards. I was happy enough when at my very PC and peace-oriented Oregon church, the only mention of Veterans Day was when our pastor said he was thankful for veterans’ service and sad that it was necessary–but that it was necessary. I frankly didn’t expect even that much.

My grandfather, now passed away, did a tour in France. My father spent all of my childhood and more flying tankers for the U.S. Air Force and teaching others to do the same. A cousin flew Tomcats for the navy and another cousin is now stationed in Afghanistan, crew chief for the (alas, grounded) F-15s whose absence is being supplemented by … the French. And if you want to talk wayback history, my great-great-grandfather (I think that’s the appropriate number of “greats”) was one of four brothers who joined the Union army–and the only one who returned. I honor their service and am grateful for their safety.

Now go read this at Sippican Cottage. His father was a ball gunner on a B-24 in the Pacific during WWII, that fact alone enough to make me shudder a little. Forty missions in a ball turret! Those were tough guys, and we all owe them a debt of gratitude no less today than sixty years ago–more, because we have a shorter time to show it.

I saw a bumper sticker today (yes, here in Oregon) that said Support Our Troops–Support Victory. Never saw it before. I’m glad I saw it today.

That Was Great!

Filed under:Blogging,It's My Life — posted by Anwyn on November 3, 2007 @ 11:26 pm

T. Paine, A. Weasel and his wife who is not Mrs. A. Weasel, cardeblu and her husband, and I gathered for a drink or three or five at McMenamins. Memo to anybody wanting to go to Kennedy School in the future: The Honors and Detention Bars are small. They are not classrooms; at most they used to be the nurse’s office. Or maybe a janitor’s closet. We waited till around nine to see if anybody else would join us and then moved over to the patio off the Cypress Room. The outdoor fireplace was lovely.

I can’t tell you how nice it was to sit down in the heart of Portland and have an easygoing, free-flowing conversation about politics that didn’t involve nodding politely while secretly disagreeing with every word spoken or trying to figure out a pleasant way to totally rip somebody’s argument to shreds. The horrors of the public educational system, the laughingstock that is Al Gore, the ins and outs of blog communication and meeting internet acquaintances in person, how to get out of jury duty, Oregon’s rather nutty DUI law–these were among the topics canvassed.

If you missed it, it’s too bad. It was a good time and one that I hope can be repeated. I was the first to leave because I turn into a pumpkin too darn early these days, but it was a pleasure to meet you all.

Live in Oregon? Washington? Close Enough? (Updated and Bumped)

Filed under:Blogging,It's My Life — posted by Anwyn on November 1, 2007 @ 7:24 pm

Updated and bumped for the last time, Thursday 11-1-07.

Update: Okay, folks, it’s time. Let’s gather at McMenamins Kennedy School, Honors Bar, at around 8:00 p.m. Saturday, November 3. Here’s what I look like —————————————>

See you there!

Note: I’ll bump this to the top about once a week until the party.

Let’s all get together. I don’t have a fancy name like Ace-a-Palooza or the Yearly Kops or a fancy location like Karol’s NY blogger parties. What I do have is a decided lack of people I can chat with on even general topics without being afraid they’ll take offense at some opinion of mine. I know there are people all over the blogs that I read who are from Washington or Oregon … so let’s pick a reasonably quiet bar and go hang out.

Upcoming Saturdays are: October 20, October 27, November 3, November 10. Any farther out than that and it won’t be immediate enough to commit to. Possible areas are: Downtown Portland, west-side suburban Portland (Beaverton or Hillsboro), or, if there are more Washingtonians than Oregonians, I’m willing to consider the Vancouver, WA, side of town.

So if this sounds good to you, leave your preferred dates and location ideas in the comments. 1) The more dates you’re open to, the more chance we have of getting the highest number of people; 2) Quiet hangouts preferred! A McMenamin’s in the suburbs is nice and quiet, and yes, I know their service sucks and there’s better beer out there, but quiet enough to talk to each other is my major criteria.

Hope to see you soon!

Update: Probability is running strong for Saturday, November 3, and Portland’s McMenamins Kennedy School, which has the advantage of also being a hotel in case any out-of-towners need to crash instead of driving home. Leave comments about the advisability of the plan. And spread the word!

Update: Saturday, November 3, Kennedy School, 8 p.m. A. Weasel suggests either the Detention bar or the Honors bar. Anybody else got an opinion on that score?

Prayers, If You’re the Type

Filed under:It's My Life — posted by Anwyn on October 29, 2007 @ 7:05 pm

A friend, this one, is on her way to California to provide support and food for the firefighters and/or displaced persons.

Also, my cousin, this one, deployed to Afghanistan last month. He told me when I saw him over the summer that the air force had recently changed the regs on ground crew carrying their M-16s–they are now required to carry them, whereas before they weren’t supposed to. I didn’t know whether to cheer or cry–I don’t want my cousin in the badlands without his gun, but they must consider the danger to the ground crews greater, or they wouldn’t have changed the regs.

Godspeed and good work.

Evidently There’s Nothing I Hate More Than Housework

Filed under:Blogging,It's My Life — posted by Anwyn on October 27, 2007 @ 2:32 pm

Because I actually started browsing the directions for upgrading WordPress just so I wouldn’t go back to the housework yet. Upgrade has to happen sometime soon. But housecleaning has to happen today.

Back to housework I go.

What Up, Craiglist People?

Filed under:It's My Life,Jerks — posted by Anwyn on October 24, 2007 @ 9:23 pm

Why is craigslist populated by more than its share of jerks and idiots?

I’m trying to sell three cast iron skillets. A woman emails about one of the skillets, says she wants to come over tomorrow (yesterday) and get it … unless, of course, where I live is too far from where she is. Is it? she wants to know. Um. You can use craigslist but not Mapquest? I tell her roughly where I am. She says she wants to come get the skillet. Fine. I give her directions and all. She doesn’t show. She emails to say she got hung up at work and couldn’t email me in a timely manner. Fine. She emails again to say she deleted the email with my directions. . o O (???) Fine. I email them to her again. She’ll come over tomorrow (today).

She doesn’t show. Again. This time no email.

I hope she’s just too darned emabarrassed to email since she left me hanging yet again. But somehow, I doubt it.

Not the first time for this kind of thing with craigslist. Not the first time.


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