Relics of each man – a container of blood from John Paul and a piece of skin from John – were placed near the altar.
Relics of each man – a container of blood from John Paul and a piece of skin from John – were placed near the altar.
Monday: The Scramble
We bring you the latest head-turning, maybe chin-scratching, but hopefully interesting news from this weekend. But first, superguest David Daley, editor-in-chief of Salon.com will talk with Colin about what’s on his mind. One way or another, we’ll look at the Donald Sterling controversy. And maybe the double-barreled canonizations. How about the redrawing of Connecticut’s Munson-Gibson line?
There are a lot of people who will tell you that Bee Venom helps their arthritis, or allergies, or gout, or their symptoms of Multiple Sclerosis. And, bees aren’t in demand solely for their venom. They also produce local honey, pollen, royal jelly, bee bread, (that’s right, I said bee bread) and beeswax. And, honey bees work hard all year supplying the “Bee Triangle” during the warm months of summer in Connecticut, and during winters in California and Florida, where they pollinate orange groves, saw palmetto palms, gallberry plants (that’s right, I said gallberry plants) and more. So, today we learn just what our hardworking bees are up to–where they work, what they produce, how they cure our ills, and how much they help support our local economy.
Wednesday: “Have We Lost Track of What a Villain Is?” Imagine that Richard III was not a play but a TV series, where every week he bumped off a few more people who stood in his way. Thats pretty much what “House of Cards,” the popular Netflix series is. The “anti-hero” of the Sixties has been replaced by the “anti-villain.” Tony Soprano, Dexter, Walter White, Al Swearingen. Men who kill without remorse but also invite us to identify with them. On “Justified,” Boyd Crowther, the neo-Nazi drug runner superbly played by Walton Goggins, oozes such charm and appeal that he’s almost driving the hero of the series to its margins. And vampires? They’re boyfriends and exotic pets — not the monster Bram Stoker imagined. What’s going on here? Some of it may spring from a common loathing of The System, an establishment so toxic and corroded that it almost deserves to be exploited by Frank Underwood. Maybe another factor is Phillip Rieff’s “Triumph of the Therapeutic.” What is Darth Vader but a psychologically bruised Anakin Skywalker? But you have to wonder what happens when we lose the stark moral language of Dickens. Ralph Nickleby and Wackford Squeers are villains, which is why it is important to be good. Is it important to be good now, or just a little bit better than Tony Soprano?
Thursday: Connecting to the Internet at the Speed of Light
In 2011, Chattanooga, TN installed a fiber-optic network allowing internet connections at (almost) the speed of light. It takes a Chattanoogan 33 seconds to download a two-hour, high-definition movie that takes 25 minutes to download in Connecticut. Fiber-optic networks offer the fastest internet connections that some say are desperately needed for America’s long-term economic stability. You might think business and people are flocking to be the next “Gig City” but… not so fast. We look at why and whether Connecticut should be the next Chattanooga?
Friday: The Nose
Join the week’s culture panelists as they thrash out the latest news you want to hear about, or at least what we want to tell you about.
Late afternoon bled into early Friday evening. I was still woozy from the late stages of an April flu I picked up in New York. I was sitting in a chair that catches the western sun when my phone rang. It was Professor James Boster trying to contact me.
Both of those are the byproducts of this video:
Boster was not happy with me, but he was not unpleasant. I should add that I had tried to reach him earlier in the week at his university email, with no success.
Boster began to talk. He’s a talker. I stayed on the line with him for 40 minutes, saying very little. He’s an interesting man: very smart, very passionate and a little ridiculous. He spoke at some length about the way he incorporates evolution into his teaching of anthropology; and, in my weakened state, I found myself closing my eyes, letting the sun light up my face and enjoying the private, eloquent lecture I was getting. And one point he said something quite stirring and beautiful, and I wish now I had been taking notes. The gist of it: To understand the connection between the single-celled organism and the Archbishop of Canterbury is to understand that all things are joined in the great eternal flux of matter. “And striving to be man, the worm mounts through all the spires of form.” (Emerson) Or as Sagan said, we are starstuff pondering the stars. Once you understand that, the rest is just details.
Boster had several explanations for his behavior. The most entertaining was that he was “in character” — specifically as the Rev. William Robert Brown, a/k/a Billy Bob, a scientific Darwin-praising counterpart to the fire and brimstone religionists who attack evolution. Boster says he developed BIlly Bob as a form of street theater while teaching in Kentucky.
But at another point, he claimed to have been acting on an ingrained, ursine protective instinct. The undergraduates are like his cubs, he said, and when they were menaced by itinerant preachers who denounced them as “sodomites” and “fornicators,” Boster’s instinct was to rear up on his hind legs, paw the air and roar his grizzly roar.
Boster said he had received the thanks of a grateful student body, especially the LGBT segment. Preachers of this type visit the campus regularly and are considered, at best, a chore. Boster’s nemesis on that day, Don Karns, seems a bit of a provocateur. Boster was interested to hear from me Don Karns has been arrested at least once, in New Jersey. I’ll give Boster an additional lagniappe: On the infamous video, right before Boster delivers his little shove, Karns takes a full step toward him. The shove is still going to be a problem for Boster, but he could argue that it was preceded by an invasion of his own personal space. Then — and this is fascinating — Karns walks backwards as Boster pursues him. First time around, I read that as alarm and retreat. Watch again. Karns is pretty clearly maneuvering himself and Boster into a different position, closer to the camera, and maybe also creating a video record of having backed away from the crazy man. This is a subjective call on my part, but it looks more like kabuki than actual fear.
Boster asked me where I got the whole thing about his research into the Shuar tribespeople. I explained that I read one of his scholarly papers — on the correspondence between language systems and emotional states. The paper is startlingly germane to Boster’s current pickle. He lays out the ways in which our understanding of emotions is conditioned not only by the words we have available to describe them but also by the way that our particular culture apprehends that emotion.
According to Lutz, the Ifaluk locate emotions as occurring primarily between people rather than
within them. Similarly, it appears that the Shuar often interpret facial expressions
in terms of publicly observable interactions and behaviors rather than in terms of
internal psychic states, as Americans generally do.
So for people from those two tribes — in Micronesia and Ecuador respectively — it would be difficult to evaluate Boster’s anger (etser, to the Shuar) as a thing of his own making and discrete from Karns. It takes two to tango. Three if you count Billy Bob as a separate person.
After we spoke, Boster sent me an email asking me to re-read my column and ask myself what I would have said differently, if I had spoken with him first. The answer is: almost nothing, although I would have had more material to cram into my 700-word hole. I don’t think the “It was Billy Bob talking” defense will get him very far. And, as I told him on the phone, I really dislike the protective bear analogy. I told Boster I have a college-aged son, and I’ve spent countless hours talking to him about the value of civil discourse. He has a bad temper, and I’ve have stressed, time and again, that he must keep his hands at his sides and his voice in a normal decibel range. Our children don’t need a bear-man to protect them from spoken words, and God knows, they don’t need a professor setting a terrible example of intimidation and buffoonery.
Boster’s lack of self-awareness was surprising. He had indeed attended the Richard Dawkins appearance and quoted back to me Dawkins’s contention that it’s a mistake to debate in public with creationists because the suggestion that there’s a legitimate playing field and a game to be won or lost is exactly what they’re looking for. It seemed not to have occurred to him that he had made a comparable error by playing right into the hands of Karns.
Still, I liked him. I have a special fondness for brilliant idiots. Some would say I myself am such a person.
At the end of the conversation, I told him it was too bad he was being judged for, according to him, the worst two minutes of a two-hour encounter. (But this is the age we live in. Ask Cliven Bundy and Donald Sterling.) I assured him that “anybody who gets his picture taken with a tapir can’t be all bad.”
“What?!” he spluttered. He made me say it twice and still seemed not to understand me.
From his website:
Jesse Winchester, who left us yesterday.
But that’s not why you’ll cry. It’s not why Elvis Costello and Neko Case cried either.
1.Possibly the most damaging new revelation in the allegations made by the feds in today’s indictment of John G. Rowland is that he apparently signed off emails — even to men he didn’t know all that well — “Love the Gov.”
2. The feds have charged Rowland with seven different counts.Some of this represents the piling on they do when you don’t take the deal. But some of it represents their apparently strong cases against Rowland in two different elections. We know about the allegations of a fictitious contract connecting him to the Wilson-Foley campaign in 2011-12. What we did not know is that his similar attempt to procure a similar dummy contract with Mark Greenberg in 2009-10 was conducted largely via email and that Rowland even, the feds allege, drew up the fictitious contract himself and emailed it to a lawyer before he showed it to Greenberg. Because email is so secret!
3. Rowland has a lawyer in Hartford and another in D.C. This is pure speculation, but I don’t think he’s listening to either one of them This is not unusual. Defendants who are accustomed to driving the bus will often try to do that in their own cases. With predictable results.
4. Should we feel sorry for Rowland? I do, a little bit. He’s obviously a broken unit, a guy who’s probably about to make a completely unnecessary second trip to prison over something that was more pathologically stupid than evil. (As distinct from his first conviction.) You read his finagling emails to Greenberg and you see what a habit this kind of thing had become for him. He tells Greenberg that other consultants:
“can not get you elected .. none of them wiil want me involved for obvious
financial self interests [sic] . .. I give you the only chance of winning and that is still going to be
hard, I by the way what you don’t understand is .. if I go with you I am going against alot [sic] of
friends from 25 yrs ,, [sic] not easy for me to do[.]] Sorry about today , [sic] I thought I was
coming over ,
for you to give me a pitch , not that I was supposed to sell myself to you, I tried
5. Wait. Should we really feel sorry for him? I struggle with this every day. I actually want to feel sorry for him. It would be good for me spiritually. One thing that gets in the way is thinking about all the inmates transferred to Wallens Ridge back in the day when Rowland was often quite glib and flip about getting tough on crime.
6. I worked for WTIC for 16 years. I was let go in 2008. Two years later, WTIC hired Rowland for my old time slot, where he stayed for 3.5 years. According to some commenters, I have to declare this every time I write about this case.
Here, via Wikimedia Commons, is Rowland’s vaguely porn star (but cute) 1990 Congressional photo.
“My idea is that every specific body strives to become master over all space and to extend its force (–its will to power:) and to thrust back all that resists its extension. But it continually encounters similar efforts on the part of other bodies and ends by coming to an arrangement (“union”) with those of them that are sufficiently related to it: thus they then conspire together for power. And the process goes on–”
– Basketball analyst FRIEDRICH NIETZSCHE, recapping last night’s game
As games go, it was an unlovely thing.
The inside offense never materialized. Crisp passes smacked into the hands of the “bigs,” Nolan and Brimah, who would then attack the basket with all the quickness and explosiveness of an Ent. DeAndre Daniels, having temporarily morphed into Bernard King, turned back into a pumpkin.
It really came down to those two determined guards, those sons of single mothers, and even they seemed occasionally out of communion with one another. Napier, in one memorable exchange, shoved Boatright in the direction of greater spacing and the latter nearly fell down.
Still, it came down to who wanted it more. To no one’s surprise, those two guards wanted it a lot, and Napier wanted it more than anybody. In the final minutes, you got the feeling that Nietzsche whispered more loudly in Napier’s ear than did, say, John Wooden.
And when it was over, the camera lingered on Napier as he fell to the floor in what yogis call “child’s pose.” He was supremely alone, not in a pile, having a final, tearful visit with those inner brokers with whom he negotiated all night, mortgaging every last speck of energy.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen a basketball player whose battle was so chiefly inside him. It connects to Kevin Ollie’s dry-erase exhortation to the team last Saturday night, when they were down 16-4 to Florida. Ollie — and this should become the stuff of legend — wrote “Even now, Faith.”
Well, maybe not 21. That’s more of a nod to 50 Cent who did walk through the station one day — he lived in the neighborhood — when I worked for WTIC in Farmington.
But there are questions.
“If I got locked up and sentenced to a quarter century
Could I count on you to be there to support me mentally?”
1. How does your understanding of John Rowland’s behavior comport with the CBS Business Conduct Statement? (WTIC is owned by CBS.) Here’s a sample:
Obeying both the letter and spirit of the law is one
of the foundations of CBS’s ethical standards. It is
CBS’s policy to comply with all applicable laws, rules,
You must always conduct business affairs with honesty,
integrity, and good judgment. You must respect and
obey the laws of the cities, states, and countries in
which we operate.
CBS requires that you disclose, in writing, any personal,
business, or other relationship that could potentially affect
your business judgment on behalf of your Company and
“Now would you leave me if you’re father found out I was thuggin’?
Do you believe me when I tell you, you the one I’m lovin’?”
2. Did John Rowland lie to you?
Two years ago, WTIC’s program director said this:
Lee said that, to her knowledge, Rowland is not paid by the Wilson-Foley campaign era [sic] and that he is a salaried WTIC employee, and does not make a commission from any advertisements, political in nature or otherwise, that appear on the radio station.
“If he was working and getting paid by the campaign, he couldn’t do that without our permission,” Lee said.
There is now testimony as part of a guilty plea that Rowland was getting paid for his work. So did John Rowland lie to you? If he didn’t lie to you, how should we interpret that statement above?
“If I was with some other chick and someone happened to see?
And when you asked me about it I said, it wasn’t me
Would you believe me? Or up and leave me?
How deep is our bond if that’s all it takes for you to be gone?”
3. What standards did you apply in deciding to let Rowland host his show on April 1? Obviously, not your publicly available Business Conduct code. And not the standard that most employers would use: that if you lie to your bosses in a way that embarrasses or compromises the company, you’re in a world of trouble. So, in evaluating the question of whether to let him continue on the air the day after the Department of Justice made a special effort to point out his guilt, what factors did you consider?
4. In deciding not to suspend a person who is named as a co-conspirator in a guilty plea and who appears to have deceived you and your listeners about his behavior, did you consider the ongoing credibility of your station?
If I were still a host at WTIC, I would wonder how, going forward, I could possibly make the case for punishing the wicked in public and private life if my own employer was willing to countenance this situation.
5. Is there anything else in that 50 Cent rap that describes the relationship between John G. Rowland and station management?
“We only humans girl we make mistakes
To make it up I do whatever it take
I love you like a fat kid love cake
You know my style I say anything to make you smile“
There are many charming absurdities contained in the documents released Monday by the Department of Justice. The basics: Lisa Wilson-Foley, a candidate for Congress in 2012, has admitted that she and her husband Brian entered into a criminal conspiracy to conceal campaign contributions from the federal government. Specifically, Brian Foley arranged to pay former governor John Rowland to be a consultant for his wife’s campaign from the accounts of his nursing home company. To further conceal the payments, they were routed through Foley’s attorney. The case documents contain some amazing stuff.
Advanced Lying. The documents allege that Rowland lied even to the (Wilson)-Foleys. He told them he had been approached about working for one of her opponents (certainly Mark Greenberg) and that he preferred to work for them…if something could be worked out. This was a lie. In fact, Greenberg says he was approached by Rowland during the previous election cycle about a similar concealed payment scheme and that he rebuffed Rowland.
Least Popular Dr.Seuss Book: Somebody referred to as “Political Advisor 1″ [I think I know who this is and I hope I'm wrong] wrote to Rowland, asking if there was anything to refute Greenberg’s claims. “I need it to start to f*ck this smuck [sic].”
Dumb Piled On Top of Dumb. For about five weeks in late 2011, the participants in the criminal conspiracy were planning to run a campaign ad for Wilson-Foley paid for by Foley’s nursing home company. Think about that. They were already using the nursing home company as a way to make hidden payments to Rowland. But for five weeks, they thought about calling attention to that by running commercials paid for by the company. Eventually, they concluded it might draw unwanted attention and criticism. You think?
Saul Goodman Award. According to the feds: One of Foley’s lawyers (who will be very lucky if he does not face disbarment for this) came up with the idea that the contract should be between his law firm and Rowland to avoid “link to Lisa’s campaign.” .The lawyer at one point proposes contract language averring that Rowland is not doing congressional campaign work. Later, according to the document, Foley emails the lawyer insisting that the contract contain that language — that no work is being done for his wife’s campaign. The lawyer eventually leaves it out. Foley asks why. Lawyer: “I left it out because it (in my opinion) draws attention to it. Also since the contract is with my firm I am not concerned it will ever be discovered.” Well! That would be the worst prediction ever if it were not for:
Worst Prediction Ever: “I think this arrangement is going to work out better than either one of us had anticipated.” John Rowland writes in email to Foley.
How Is It Going To Work Out? Don’t know. The plea documents point to substantially reduced penalties for the Wilson-Foleys. They could see their offense levels reduced by three levels. Two at least. I’m not well versed enough to know what that could mean, but I’m guessing it could mean no prison time for either of them. With one big prior on his record, it seems unlikely that Rowland will be treated quite so charitably. He will try to work out a bargain, but it’s hard to believe he could get one that didn’t carry six months of real time.
What’s That Smell?
I’ve been watching them a long time. When I was a kid “Bialosuknia” was a compliment on the court. I remember Corny, Karl, Nadav, Doron,. I remember Jeff Carr, for God’s sake.
But, gradually, in the latter stages of Jim Calhoun’s career, I came to see the program as everything I don’t like about Division I sports. I know there’s a case to be made for unconditional love, but I’m not capable of that. I guess if I really “bled Husky blue” I’d put up with anything. So pick another metaphor.
Whatever, it’s great to be back among the screaming faithful. Kevin Ollie and this team play the right way, act the right way, win the right way. To make the Final Four in his first actual chance at it is an incredible vindication for Ollie. To win this game when no member of the team ever really got in his optimal groove is a huge triumph.
The kind of man who could easily be found by tracking dogs.