So Many Stories

dinner window 4-29
Evening, out the window.

There are some amazing people here.  Wander around looking for a poolside table for lunch and two people look up and say, “Join us.”    They turn out to be a pair of characters with whom we share enormous common ground – in broadcasting, in travel, in life.

Go to Trivia at noon and be outclassed at every turn (an unfamiliar experience, I might add.)  Meet two couples who’ve sailed around the world and several who’ve hit most of it.  All full of stories and curiosity and an unfettered sense of adventure. Hyperion

Spend a couple of hours on the private patio; wander upstairs to check out the gym and the spa then downstairs to the “book swap” to find an old favorite I would have rated “highly unlikely” to be along on a trip like this.

Then I met a Game of Thrones couple who had never heard of Hyperion and were thrilled when I went back to the give away and brought it to them.  A perfect cruise reminder:  never assume anything about anyone.  Don’t.

I guess that’s true in general but out here on the sea it’s particularly so.  Physical therapist or CEO, accountant or fashionista, nobody is predictable and almost everybody is as eager to meet you as you are to meet them.  An openness to discovery – of new places, people, food, books and ideas dominates.

A lecture on tomorrow’s destination filled the large auditorium.  It’s a kind of floating grad school dorm for grownups. In other words, as we move toward our first stop in Tangier in about eight hours, we’re a bunch of excited, curious, energetic travelers who also just happen to be living on a ship where this appeared at the foot of our bed tonight.

Yes, he’s a towel wearing Rick’s sunglasses and holding the info on our next stop in his paws.  Goodnight for now, from Rick, me and the bunny. Rabbit bed

Darrell Issa, Rudy Giuliani and Debo Adegbile: What a Crummy Day

It can’t all be about race, can it?  Even though House Oversight Committee Chairman Darrell Issa stands over his seated African-American Co-Chair and speaks to him like a house slave.  It was mortifying to watch.

That Co-Chair, Maryland Rep- Elijah Cummings, had demanded the opportunity to speak at a hearing Issa had adjourned over his objections.  If you think I’m over-reacting, watch it for yourself.

Monday, America’s Mayor abdicated his title, if he hadn’t already, as he described totalitarian Vladimir Putin as decisive, and “a leader” — as opposed to a dictator which is pretty much what he is. The drumbeat went on: John McCain, Lindsay Graham, Sarah Palin and the rest of them.   But here’s Giuliani:

Then today. Here’s how the New York Times tells the story of the Debo Adegbile:

Debo Adegbile did his job, and for that he was deemed unfit by the Senate to become the head of the Justice Department’s Civil Rights Division. His misstep, specifically, was helping represent a death-row inmate while he was director of litigation at the NAACP Legal Defense Fund.

With this excuse in hand, Senate Republicans and seven cowardly Democrats, three of whom are up for re-election in November, managed to shut down Mr. Adegbile’s nomination. The final, shameful vote was effectively 51-48 (Senator Harry Reid supported Mr. Adegbile but voted no for procedural reasons).

But wait: didn’t the Senate vote to confirm John Roberts to the Supreme Court, even after learning that he, too, had assisted in the defense of a death-row inmate? That man, John Errol Ferguson, killed eight people. (Despite the help of one of the nation’s top lawyers, Ferguson was executed in Florida last year.)

So why does John Roberts get a pass but not Debo Adegbile? Because Mr. Adegbile represented Mumia Abu-Jamal, who was convicted and sentenced to death in 1982 for killing a Philadelphia police officer named Daniel Faulkner. For three decades the case has reverberated across the region, which now apparently includes the constituency of Delaware Senator Chris Coons, the last and least expected Democratic vote against the nomination.

Even those who felt ambivalent about the Mumia case, one would hope, would want the accused to have a constitutionally-guaranteed defense, right? And no one questioned Mr. Adegbile’s capacity or experience, so he should have been fine.  But no. A vicious FOX campaign planted the seed and it worked, even pulling in a few Democrats.  They knew they were succumbing to demagoguery; they had to.

So at a time when voting rights are under challenge across the country without a full Voting Rights Act to protect them, at a time when a public figure can call the President of the United States a “subhuman mongrel,” and just keep going, when swing state early and weekend voting hours most used by timecard workers and students are eviscerated, when our first African-American President faces fierce obstruction for anything he proposes, we pretend we are behaving like the citizens we were meant to be.  And aren’t.

Bad things happen all the time these days – but these three in such rapid succession were a real kick in the gut.

 

 

The Amazing Don Hewitt: CBS News, Conventions, 60 Minutes and Me

Hewitt JFK You probably saw the 60 Minutes tribute to Don Hewitt last night; I had meant to write about him when he died, got distracted and then, last night, realized I couldn’t not (if you forgive the double negative) recall him a bit.  The photo you see here was during the production, I think, of an interview with President Kennedy.  It shows him in action, rather than in a cute photo so it’s the one I wanted to use.

I was a kid when I first met Hewitt – 21 and new to the CBS Washington Bureau.  It was late 1968 and he’d come down from New York to get everyone excited about his new show, 60 Minutes.  That’s right – it’s almost 41 years old.  He was introduced to me as “the only producer who could make you proud that you were the only one who’d gotten the recipe for Tricia Nixon’s White House wedding cake.”   It was that infectious sense of competition — the joy of it, not the rest of it — that inspired the rest of us.  Oh – and it was only later that I learned he had also been the producer of the Kennedy-Nixon presidential debates, the first ever to appear on TV.

Of course he could also drive you crazy – pushing, making last-minute changes, taking forever to finally appoint women as  producers (his long-time secretary became one of the best) and, like all people of great energy, sometimes yelling.  Really yelling.

I had the most to do with him at the presidential nominating conventions, which used to run “gavel to gavel” – from the moment the convention began until the moment it ended, live on TV.  Four “floor correspondents” wandered the convention hall searching for stories.  Each, and later each two, had a producer.  And these correspondents were the top talent, showcased in the pressure cooker of 8 – 12 hours of live television.  Over the years I worked with Roger Mudd, Mike Wallace, Ed Bradley, Leslie Stahl and Dan Rather, among others.  No shrinking violets here.  And, presiding over them all, in his control room above the floor, was Don.  When you had a story to offer you would go to a “floor phone” and call the booth.  Someone would take your offer and relay it to Don (sometimes you’d tell him yourself) who would accept or reject it.  Remember at the same time he was dealing with Walter Cronkite in the anchor booth and all the live guests who showed up there, remotes” out in the convention city and hometowns of about-to-be nominees and more.  For all those hours, he’d make decisions.  Sometimes you could argue, but usually you lost.  With all the incoming data, he kept things flowing for four days (and evenings.)  And he did it all with the same sense of “story telling” that he described as the secret behind the success of 60 Minutes.  And it was a blast.

So there you are.  Another “legend” gone – and he was a legend who transformed the news business for the better and kept it that way for a long time before commerce made it much harder to sustain the kind of quality he demanded.  Except on 60 Minutes, of course.

 

Are You Sure We’re in London? A Day’s Worth of Starbuck’s Sightings

Starbucks Longacre

On Long Acre, around the corner from our hotel.

Starbucks Southampton row


On Southampton Row, in Bloomsbury (Do you think Virginia would have gone there?

Starbucks Tavistock sq

On Tavistock Square (sorry for the blur)

Starbucks St Martins Lane

On St. Martin’s Lane, right next door to The Duke of York Theater where we saw ARCADIA.

Golders green 

On Golder’s Green (AKA) Kosher shopping neighborhood

Writing for the Web: Links and Examples

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lINKS

  1.     Writing

a.     Alertbox                              http://www.useit.com/alertbox/

b.    Alertbox
re Web Writing          http://www.useit.com/papers/webwriting/

c.     AllTop
Best Writing Sites               http://writing.alltop.com /

d.    The
Living Web (old but good)         http://www.alistapart.com/articles/writeliving

e.     What is the Future of Text Online?  http://www.poynter.org/content/content_view.asp?id=119978

2. Samples:

a.     Humor:  Sarah and the Goon Squad  http://sarahandthegoonsquad.com/2009/02/09/on-children-and-vaginas

b.   
Life: 
Mocha Momma              
http://www.mochamomma.com/2009/03/10/not-giving-up-part-ii
/

c.    
Information                          http://news.cnet.com/8301-10797_3-10232596-235.html?tag=mncol

d.   
Information                          http://www.politico.com/politico44/

e.    
Celinda
Lake Associates Polls  http://www.lakeresearch.com/success/prop4.asp

3.   Comparisons:

a.    
http://mashable.com/2008/11/16/motrin-moms
/Web writing

b.   
http://www.mercedsunstar.com/family/story/845456.html  Not so great

4.   Search

a.     Five
Easy Pieces to SEO           http://www.bloggingbasics101.com/2008/10/blog-world-expo-2-2
/

5.  
Web 2.0

a.     What
is Web 2.0?           
http://www.oreillynet.com/pub/a/oreilly/tim/news/2005/09/30/what-is-web-20.html

6.  
Content Pioneers

a.     Drudge (gossip/aggregator)                   http://www.drudgereport.com
/

b.    Dooce  (blogger)                                   www.dooce.com

c.     Josh Marshall       (News/politics)             http://www.talkingpointsmemo.com /

d.    Wonkette 
(snark)                           http://www.thedailybeast.com/author/ana-marie-cox
/ 

e.     iVillage        (community
1, women)                       http://www.ivillage.com

f.     BlogHer      
(community 2, women)                      www.blogher.com

g.    CNet (tech, products, news)                  http://www.cnet.com

h.     Amazon       (commerce,
community)                      www.amazon.com

Happy Mother’s Day

Jeanne Emerson It being Friday afternoon and almost Shabbat, I'm leaving a brief Mother's Day greeting now.  First, to say thank you to my kids for letting me be their mom and being such wonderful sons.  Then to my husband for being my partner in crime.

But I also need to talk about my own mother, whose standards were high, whose generosity to others was boundless and who had a huge influence on so many.  She was an art teacher – elementary school – and not a kid in our community would have been inside a museum if my mom hadn't taken them.  Since she grew up in the Depression and World War II, she was very much part of the Greatest Generation – in every way.

She treated everyone like someone worth meeting, and listening to, and people knew it.  All my friends wrote to me when she died with some personal remembrance.  I lost her when both boys were in college, and I remember thinking so many times how much I would have loved to be able to ask her about having adult kids.  How was she able to stay out of the middle of our lives when she had such a strong opinion about how we should be living them?  Why did she let me hang around with the high school bad boys – even let them sleep in our basement when they were fighting with their parents, without worrying what influence they might have had over us?  How did she feel as we got married?  Was she as nervous as I am now?

I do know though that, whatever her answers would be, and despite some daughterly issues, her faith in us, her encouragement, her belief that we needed careers and missions of our own all empowered us to become the women we are.  She was very private and there are many things I wish I knew, and others I wish I could have told her, but they were not the center of things – just things.

She was a great mom.  I miss her.  And I'm so grateful that I do.