It used to be that I spent every Fourth of July thinking I should record “Independence Day,” but thanks to a rare independence motivation last year now I can spend a few enjoying my performance of it – at least until I think I can do better.
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Oblermann, At Length
I love words.
I was notorious as a child for needing something to read at any idle moment. Eating breakfast? Better hope that cereal box has lots of copy on it. Long car ride? Multiple paperbacks required, just to be safe.
The internet has taken the edge of my constant need to consume the written word, but I sometimes get intellectual heartburn from all the junk food of message boards and user comments I devour to keep my gears spinning. Even worse than the junk are insubstantial articles – 500 and 1,000 word affairs that get me all spun up and then just stop.
I vastly prefer, and eternally adore, longform journalistic writing, especially in the form of media critique. It’s a style of writing I love to consume, and the style I enjoy writing the most. You can trace my appreciation back to being hooked on the reviews at Furia.com in the nineties, and more recently in Jacob Clifton’s poetic, academic, polemic recaps of Battlestar Galactica.
Last weekend the piece that caught my extended attention was from the New Yorker – a complete recounting of the personal history and personal psyche of Keith Oblermann.
Based on the sheer word count that has been devoted to Oblermann recently, I’m assuming you know who he is. You have to remember, I don’t consume these people on television – just through their print coverage and occasional video clips – so I commensurately don’t understand how famous they are to actual teevee viewers. However, even from my detached vantage point Keith Oblermann’s name and face seem to have reached zeitgeist levels of recognition.
I used to enjoy Keith’s critical essays on MSNBC dot com long before I knew he was an on-air personality because he didn’t do the typical journalistic dance of balance when someone was clearly in the moral right or wrong. He just spoke the truth, which sometimes meant speaking out against his topic of discussion. Yet, he wasn’t an op-ed writer – he was just a reporter. He just reported the truth.
Given the recent backlash against him, it seems that Keith (or, at least, his public persona) has undergone a translation from truth-speaking broadcaster to liberal figure(talking)head, held in apposition to make-pretend journalists like Bill O’Reilly.
The difference, I think, is that Keith has aggressively shifted the focus of his considerably audible and influential voice away from the morally black and white and into the politically gray. He’s still engaged in a mainly journalistic pursuit, rather than an opinionated one.
As discussed in the feature-article, Keith recently punctuated a special commentary by commanding our commander-in-chief to “Shut the hell up!” Of course, most of Bush’s words and actions seem more morally black than politically gray to any rational human being, but it is a bit beyond the pale to viciously criticize a sitting president from your anchor chair.
However, Keith has also turned his focus into the Democratic fray to slam Hillary Clinton for invoking the assassination of RFK when discussing why the nominating process might (and, per her, should) continue through the summer. Unlike Bush, this is clearly a gray area, or at least gray enough that a nine-minute retort seems a little overboard … possibly the vented hot air of a gasbag.
As the hot air continues to vent, and as the dissenters continue to get in line, the picture of the New Oblermann becomes increasingly crisp. He is not just liberal Bill O’Reilly, or liberal anyone else, because he’s not simply espousing liberalism. He’s espousing truth and logic, much in the same way Jon Stewart does, except he does not have the shield of “Fake News” to hide behind. And, sometimes to highlight the illogical he needs to rachet up his own rhetoric to full blast to make sure there is no mistaking his commentary for equivocation.
Sometimes Keith Oblermann needs to be illogical to attach the illogic.
A commitment to truth and logic in real news is a scary thing – something many Americans haven’t experienced in their lifetime, and certainly not anything they’ll catch on their local six o’clock news. Keith is treading into untested waters with his brand of journalistic critique. And, even if it’s all just hot air, right now you can hear the bones of the rest of the mainstream media establishment creaking in the wind.
Or at least that’s what it seems like from my teevee-abstaining, mainstream-media-eschewing vantage point.
UK
I’m not sure why all of my wedding posts have to wind up with such a maudlin tone. I think I’m just in the maudlin phase of wedding planning.
Now for something completely different.
I love reading UK tabloid papers – so much gossip for one island! And, i love the almost rudely authoritative way they’re written. Almost makes me wish I was a journalist over there, except I suppose most of them are assigned to the Amy Winehouse deathwatch.
I’m not one of these teeny-bopper pervs with a countdown clock marking the time left before the next Disney diva becomes legal, but I will admit that I’ve been rooting for Emma Watson (aka Hermione) to blossom into a classic bombshell rather than just a vaster forehead with ever-twittering brows.
Her brief see-through underwear incident of last month aside (Certainly an 18th birthday is the most appropriate occasion, n’est pas? And, see-through underwear is a bit different than commando), she is knockout stunning in this photo presaging her as the new face of Chanel’s Coco Mademoiselle fragrance.
Also, I might have to buy this book that this cynical article about fabricating the next Brit Boy Band was sourced from.
Oh, and these pants…
Best Political Quote…. Ever?
[The current Republican Party is] a dead, rotting carcass with a few decrepit old leaders stumbling around like zombies in a horror version of Weekend at Bernie’s, handcuffed to a corpse.
Attribution? Improbably, longtime GOPer Larry Hunter, as quoted by The New Republic. Via Salon.
I literally rolled around on the floor in convulsions of laughter the first time I saw Weekend At Bernie’s, but the morbid schtick didn’t hold up as well to repeat views as, say, Clue.
In a related incident, I garnered a Bernie’s reference this weekend during my decisive win of a limbo tournament, made all the more impressive by the fact that I was competing against at least two people less than five feet tall.
Also, IIRC, my unbeaten streak in seriously competitive limbo extends back to at least 1999.
Ontologically related to the above: the movie poster for Oliver Stone’s impending W is so great that I may have to hang it in my home office:

Various Musical Chairs
Alright, while I recharge my personal anecdote powers you can linger on some musical links.
Daily Composer is a blog written by my dear friend Anthony, who endeavors to post a snippet of original composing each day, complete with midi sample. For non-musicians it can be a fun 30-second diversion in your day, and for the musical among us it’s a good exercise in spotting and understanding themes and – if you’re as rhythmically remedial as I am – also a trial in sight-reading.
Cover Lay Down is an MP3 blog that focuses on folk-tinged covers of songs you might know. They have a way of not only digging up incredible obscurities, but distilling the stories of the artists who cover them … like a recent post on the Kathryn Williams cover of “All Apologies.”
Also, Rate Your Music is one of my top ten websites of all time – a home to a vast database of ratings and reviews predominately cultivated by real live music lovers. They are currently engaged in a fundraiser to make up for some technical snafus with their ad serving in the last few months. Honestly, snafus aside, supporting a great privately run site like RYM is worth the money anytime.
More along the lines of Daily Composer is the blog of Battlestar Galactica composer Bear McCreary. BSG has featured an incredibly compelling soundtrack since its inception, and lately Bear has been sharing detailed insight into the compositions in each episode. However, if you aren’t caught up on your episodes tread lightly – Bear spares no plot points, as often they motivate his compositions.
I have a whole BSG mega-essay rattling around inside my head, but it has to wait until my Hedwig master thesis finally finds its way out before I can pay it my full attention.