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Friday, January 6, 2017

Maggie Jochild, 8/5/1955 — 1/6/2017

Hello, You Came Back -- Death, from The Endless, a series of graphic novels.

Goodbye Maggie: Beloved, Brilliant Writer, Colleague, Friend

Maggie Jochild changed my life.

Maggie Jochild, 1980
Bean Hollow Beach, near Pescadero, Ca
Maggie was a brilliant writer — of blog posts, of poetry, of fiction. She was a fierce advocate for women, children, the disabled, dykes, people of color, for the underprivileged.

Maggie's novel Ginny Bates is an amazing exploration of life lived intentionally by women, as free of the patriarchy as possible. It addresses issues of class, sexism, racism, and anti-semitism, all inside the family-by-choice lives of lesbians and their families. It is appropriately called "The Great American Lesbian Novel."

I hope whomever now holds artistic control of Maggie's writings, facilities the novel's publishing as soon as feasible. Ginny Bates deserves a permanent spot in the pantheon of great genuinely American novels. More importantly, its publication to a wide audience would be an enormous contribution to schools and young people.

A serialization of GB is on Meta Watershed. Her other (all amazing) novels are also serialized and posted there.

Maggie in 7th Grade
Maggie came to write at Group News Blog in 2007-2008 during the first Obama presidential campaign. She made an immediate difference.

Her writing helped GNB in ways public and private. It is fair to say Maggie's writing was core to the respect and fierce devotion our readers gave GNB at its peak. In addition to her public contributions Maggie as a person, as a force of nature, caused numerous behind the scenes changes at GNB which made us better writers, better advocates for our readers and mission (which mission she helped redefine), and better with each other. She made us better people.

Personally, Maggie's writings and friendship were instrumental in revealing to myself my own automatic investments: in class privilege, male privilege, white privilege, straight privilege, in revealing privilege. I was not the only one. She also gave of herself unstintingly. Weeks of her time were spent helping myself and others learn to deal powerfully with our disabilities.

Even with (or more accurately, because of) her radical and courageous feminism, Maggie was kind, compassionate, willing to hear, understand and forgive the sins of childhood and upbringing. She was a good friend, someone whom it is a lifelong badge of honor to be able to say that I too was privileged to know Maggie, to live and fight by her side.

Maggie Jochild, 1999, Austin Tx
Photo by Harper Vinkemulder
We were colleagues, collaborators, and for some years, close friends. For the decade I knew her, even after our lives drew apart, she remained dear to my heart.

Maggie's medical condition has been serious to dangerous the past decade, including hospitalizations and surgeries. Recently, she was placed on palliative care at the University Medical Center Brackenridge in Austin, Tx.

Maggie Jochild died Friday morning, January 6, 2017, at the age of 61. She was predeceased by her family, including her mother Mary Jo and her younger brother Bill. She is survived by her beloved Margot Williams, and a vast network of loving friends, cyber and tofu, in Austin and around the world.

Bill and Maggie, Summer 1964
Houma, La
All week long friends and loved ones of Maggie's have been saying goodbye — in person at her hospital bedside, on Facebook, through blog posts, emails, messages and texts, in conversations with each other, and in our hearts. The enormous outpouring of support has been appropriate to the life Maggie lived and the contribution she made.

She really was that great.

I am grateful for the gift Maggie's writing was to our readers, and the greater gift her friendship and gentle (and sometimes not so gentle) corrections and coaching provided.

Today I am a different and better person because of conversations with Maggie: more gentle, more honest, more human, more able to love and care for others.

I will miss her. As will everyone privileged to have known her.

Tat Tavm Asi.




Further Information
Many additional poems and writings are inside the following sites.

Maggie Jochild — Facebook
Margo Williams — Facebook

Maggie's blog — Meta Watershed
Maggie's earlier blog — Maoist Orange Cake

Maggie's posts — Group News Blog
Maggie's tweets — Twitter

Search on: Maggie Jochild — Google
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Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Oh Hai! GNB Mobile is Here

Mobile Devices. photo Newfangled Web Developers July 2009
From The Future of the Web, Part 2, by Christopher Butler


Download Your Red-Hot GNB Mobile Here!


Bookmark GNB Mobile on your phone, your tablet, Kindle, Nook, iPad, car nav (is it legal to screen watch/type & drive where you are?), and bookmark GNB Mobile on every mobile device you have.

Mobile rocks!

Thank you Google Blogger for this sweet mobile template.

Enjoy, y'all. Let us know if you like, k? Kthxbye.
(Yes. You can has Mobile. Also Cheezburger.)

Like LOLCats? Tuesdays, Maggie posts a "Best Of" @ Meta Watershed
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Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Notes On Moderating A Blog

(Bubbles, photo by Keemz)

One of the questions you will have to ask yourself with your first post as a blogger is how you will deal with comments. I don't personally know any bloggers who say they would allow absolutely any kind of comment, no matter what it contained. For one thing, you'd run afoul of possible lawsuits and legal liability from the free blog-offering sites that many of us use. If, however, you intend to exercise no moderation at all, this essay is not meant for you.

For the rest of us, we require an ethos of moderation, and this will derive from your intention as a blogger: Why are you writing? What do you hope to accomplish? If education, sharing resources, encouraging community and shared growth are among your goals, your ethos of moderation should facilitate your intent.

Community-building and the synergy of diverse voices is a strong intent of mine as a blogger. However, after decades of community activism I am well aware that not everyone who enters into group conversation is willing or capable of behaving in a manner to assist in my intention. Some voices actively seek disruption -- those of us who worked in groups targeted by the FBI know what damage an infiltrator can do. The right wing is even more organized and determined to thwart our freedom of associaton and thought now. If any part of you suspects a commenter is trying to interfere with your chosen work, I believe it is self-destructive to give them airtime. Make them go elsewhere to spread their confusion.

I likewise do not read the comments left on blogs where trolls/racists/woman-haters are not shut up. They have nothing to say I haven't already heard, and their presence contaminates the fresh, open, kind connections which is the hallmark of genuine human connection. On the rare instance when I do read down a comment thread so contaminated, I will not leave a comment myself. This is true whether the attempt to intimidate others is coming from the right or so-called left-leaning allies. Dobermans operate from a power-based view of the world, and I don't try to reason with dobermans.

I have on occasion driven a doberman from a comment thread where they are ruining potential connection, but mostly I leave those blogs to the mess their moderators have failed to address. (Or which they secretly allow in order to drive away certain voices they find troublesome -- this is particularly the case on some feminist blogs where a longstanding disagreement about key interpretations of feminist theory has resulted in a culture war everyone is terrified to openly acknowledge.)

Freedom of speech does not mean I am required to engage in conversation with anyone who comes at me with their opinion. Gender conditioning teaches women we can't say no to male "venting" and teaches men the whole outdoors is their potential urinal, but I have overcome that conditioning and it has freed me up to hear much more interesting stories than if I didn't insist on my boundaries. I trust my self-examination process, and am not answerable for my choices to people who are not supporting me in a tangible way. As Fran Winant said "What I don't know now / I can still learn."

And I regard the comments threads under my moderation as a conversation which already suffers from the lack of in-person amelioration offered by tone of voice, facial expression, or instant give and take. It is more demanding to be kind and clear on a comment thread, but the demands are growth-inducing and slowly create what is often referred to as "safety". I prefer to call it respect, decency, and reciprocity.

These habits of discourse are available to anyone, of any gender, race, age, ethnicity, class or creed, and are common to every culture. It is inhuman to abandon them in favor of letting dobermans control the discourse. It inhibits rather than fosters liberation, and the only folks who argue to the contrary are those who intend the silencing of honest, respectful difference of opinion. If you can't hear the nonviolent, respectful thinking of someone who does not share your worldview in every detail, don't come to a conversation under my purview. Huddle with your kind until you are healed enough to hear the words of someone who will defend your human rights and freedom of expression but doesn't necessarily share your interpretation of X.

Of course, this sounds more cut-and-dried than it often is in comments threads. Human communication is incredibly messy, and there's a great deal of research proving that acquiring the skills to sort out the mess, our ability to read social cues and intention, is what made us human instead merely another large ape. So, when trying to suss out what is being said or meant to be said, I rely on a few beliefs.

I believe the human drive toward cooperation and altruism is far stronger than our drive to compete or relatiate, and is much more rewarded in our culture. I believe real growth and development only occurs under "positive reinforcement", under conditions of trust and reciprocity, and all lessons learned from punishment and pain are rigid encrustations that will eventually have to be undone for clear thinking to take place. I believe hate is a manifestation of fear, always the result of childhood trauma (usually from our parents), and anger is a thin scab dried over terror. I believe the only way to facilitate change in someone who is terrified is kindness. But I also believe it is not my job to offer rehabilitation to everyone I encounter; I get to choose my battles. If I can't make it better, at least I can walk away without making it worse.

I believe everybody thinks (or hopes) they are good and trying to make the world a better place, at least for themselves if no one else. Even Dick Cheney thinks he is a good guy. Thus, telling someone they are evil means they will stop listening to you, because cognitive dissonance demands it of them. Is it more important that you express your upset at them or that you maybe make a connection by treating them respectfully? It's a choice we make all the time, and I have no judgment about where you draw your limits; I only care about labeling others as evil and fit to die in comments I am moderating, because it makes everybody nervous and go a little (or a lot) quiet.

Some of the finest leaders and thinkers I know were raised with obnoxious privilege which made them, at one point in their lives, stupid and hurtful to those around them. What changed them, invariably, was contact with someone who believed they were not inherently the asshat they had been raised to be. I think everyone has the potential for this kind of transformation, absent certain kinds of brain damage. But their ability to recognize and then make use of help is an individual path of recovery that, seemingly, only a certain percentage of folks are able to utulize.

Fortunately, even a small percentage can turn things around dramatically, create an environment conducive to more growth and tolerance, and foster permanent genetic predisposition to human generosity. This is, in fact, the story of human history, despite the bleak cries for help you have been taught as our legacy. This is why those trapped in fear want most of all to stop education and open conversation -- why the right is so terrified of lesbians -- because open minds have a tendency to keep opening. They don't want us to leave them behind. The only alternative they've given themselves for love is a vengeful, dimwitted g*d who is willing to kill his own son rather than learn something right off the bat. I'd live in terror too if that bounded my entire existence.

I am reminded of the Persian proverb which was displayed on a blacklight poster in my bedroom when I was a teenager (I'm going to correct the pronouns to make them inclusive rather than perpetuating a failed worldview):

S/he who knows not and knows that s/he knows not, is a fool, shun her/him.
S/he who knows not, and knows that s/he knows not, is a child, teach her/him.
S/he who knows, and knows not that s/he knows, is asleep, wake her/him.
S/he who knows, and knows that s/he knows, is wise, follow her/him.

"Shun" in the first admonition is harsh and has a christianist overlay, so I would substitute "avoid". But it's the middle two suggestions which require of us a daily decison on our communication and associations. How do we teach and learn from each other, waken each other, and foster such environments on our blogs? How can we perfom this task with an understanding of how damage leads us astray, makes problem cases of us even when we intend to be allies?

The voices of discord and despair dominate most of our corporate-controlled messaging currently, because keeping us apathetic and afraid makes us malleable. In her poem "Conscientous Objector", Edna St. Vincent Millay swore to us "the password and the plans of our city are safe with me/ Never through me/shall you be overcome". My intention as a blogger is to be an antidote to those who mean to overcome our quest for human liberation and dismantle our democracy. Your tender hearts and fumblings toward revelatory connection are safe with me. Let's see how far it will take us.


(Thanks to Jill Cozzi, among others, for earnest endurance and ethics as a blog moderator.)
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Friday, February 20, 2009

National Health Insurance Needed, Reason #247,342,589: desmoinesdem

“February Sucks”

February one year ago a writer named desmoinesdem made an appointment with a doctor for an issue which seemed minor.

Next thing you know, desmoinesdem was in the hospital on IVs.

Then multiple systems were involved. Mega pain killers were needed and even they weren't enough.

Her family was called in. Yeah.

Unlike Gilly, this February story has a happy ending... desmoinesdem lived and recovered. She wrote out not only what happened to her, but about the loss of Steve Gilliard. That cry of pain (slightly rewritten) was just reposted on MyDD a year later.

We make certain to talk of Gil on his birth and death days. Occasionally other days also seem right. February is the hardest month of winter, especially this year. No need to rip off the barely healing scar. No need to share your story unless you really need. Healing takes years, truly it takes years and years. For many people they're not even into let alone past the second stage of grief: Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, Acceptance. For others, it's over (or at least shut down for processing.) Wherever, whatever, however, suppress it if that's what you need right now.

It's fine to let others outside us speak. Just breathe...

Thank you desmoinesdem for beautiful writing, for reminding those of us inside The Group/News Blog family how much those outside cared and still do care. And for ripping your heart wide open by sharing your health, wellbeing and family with everyone.

Daily Kos (desmoinesdem)

My health insurance may have saved my life

I am a healthy woman in my late 30s who rarely sees a doctor outside of regularly scheduled checkups. I have had two uncomplicated pregnancies followed by easy, midwife-assisted births.

Most years we pay far more in premiums for our family's health insurance than our medical care would cost if we paid for everything out of pocket.

Not this year. Yesterday I returned home after spending seven days and six nights in the hospital. It might have been a lot worse if I were uninsured.

On Friday, February 15, I felt my left ear close up in the mid-afternoon. I soon realized that I was getting an ear infection, the first I'd had in approximately 30 years. I asked my husband to pick up some homeopathic ear drops (oil infused with garlic and other herbs) after he came home from work, and I got out the ibuprofen.

We try to avoid using antibiotics in our family, and the medical community has swung away from automatically recommending antibiotics for ear infections, because so many resolve within a couple of days on their own. The idea now is to use other methods to reduce the pain while waiting for your body to fight the infection.

By Friday evening I was miserable. The ear drops and ibuprofen did nothing to reduce the pain. Sitting upright was no more comfortable than lying down. I had no idea how I was going to make it through the night, but in the early hours of Saturday morning my eardrum ruptured. That released the pressure from the fluid building up in my ears and brought the pain level way down.

Saturday I called someone I know whose husband is a retired ear, nose and throat doctor. Her husband confirmed that many ear infections are viral, and it was prudent for me to wait it out. I used ibuprofen to control my fever and used tissues to wick out the fluid that was seeping out of my ear.

Sunday morning I noticed a slightly sore spot just below my right knee, on the outside part of my leg (around the top of the outer shin bone). I thought I slept funny, perhaps because of the ear infection. I also had a sore spot in my upper left arm, which I figured was from getting whacked by my two-year-old.

By Sunday afternoon I no longer had full mobility in my right knee. I take Pilates twice a week, so I called my teacher. I told him I couldn't think of how I would have injured my knee, since all I'd been doing was lying around getting over an ear infection. He said it was possible to strain a tendon by sleeping in an awkward position, and we'd need to keep an eye on it.

Sunday evening I started limping heavily, and Monday morning I could hardly put any weight on my right leg at all. I briefly considered toughing it out, but decided to make an appointment with our regular doctor, an internist. He was fully booked, but I got in with a nurse practitioner who called in my doctor when she saw my knee.

At that point it was painful and swollen, but not red or hot.

A blood test revealed a high white cell count, and my ear was still draining fluid, so they prescribed an antibiotic for my ear infection. I got the prescription filled right away and started taking the oral antibiotics around noon on Monday.

The big concern was that I might have a blood clot developing. The doctor and nurse were skeptical, given the location of the swelling. On the other hand, I had been lying around all weekend. Other possibilities included tendonitis, which didn't seem to fit, or some kind of inflammatory auto-immune reaction related to my ear infection.

Because I have health insurance, I spent all of Monday afternoon getting these possibilities checked out. First, to the imaging department for x-rays of my leg in various positions. Then, off to the vascular center, where a nurse used a doppler (ultrasound) to check for blood clots in my legs. Then, to a different imaging center where I had x-rays standing up and an MRI of my right knee.

Without insurance, these diagnostics would have been prohibitively expensive. I would likely have stayed home, hoping my leg got less sore soon.

I went home Monday with no answers and an appointment to see an orthopedic doctor first thing Tuesday morning to get his interpretation of the MRI.

Monday night was miserable for me. I was told to take a double dose of ibuprofen to help with inflammation, but even so my leg was killing me. I still had a low-grade fever, which shot up whenever the ibuprofen was wearing off. My right calf started to get red and hot.

That was when I should have gone to the hospital, but I didn't realize it at the time.

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Go read the rest of the story. It's well worth it. We'll wait.

Told ya. National Health Insurance for everyone. We needs it.

Make sure you have a tissue handy. Or at least can sniffle discreetly if in public.
MyDD (desmoinesdem)

Two years without Steve Gilliard

One day in February 2007, Steve Gilliard wrote his last post for the News Blog and went to the doctor to get a prescription for a cold he couldn't shake. He was admitted to the hospital right away for treatment of an infection of unknown origin, and he never was able to get back on his computer. He died that June.

I know I'm not the only former News Blog addict who thinks of Steve every time Republican Party chairman Michael Steele says something ridiculous. Steve would have had a field day with the RNC leadership contest. Just imagine the post he might have written about this list of prominent conservatives who endorsed Ken Blackwell.

Further reflections on what Steve's blogging meant to me are after the jump.

I don't go as far back with Steve as many bloggers. I only discovered Daily Kos after he had moved on from the front page.

I "got to know" Steve by clicking through links I found on other blogs. I liked his voice. He was funny, even when angry. He seemed to be about my age. Although his life experiences as a black man from New York City were very different from mine, I could relate to his perspective on many issues.

I absolutely loved his rants. His writing flowed so freely, and was so full of emotion compared to my own style.

I also found his optimism refreshing. I can be a pessimist by nature. He was convinced that George W. Bush would not serve out his second term. I didn't believe him, but I enjoyed reading the case he made for it. Although Bush was not driven from office as Steve expected, he did set records for disapproval ratings by the end of his presidency.

Steve was knowledgeable about military history, and I learned a lot from his posts, though I admit that I never made it through every piece in the thoroughly researched "Colonial Warfare" series.

I started checking his blog once a week or so. By late 2004 or early 2005 I was checking every day. In 2006 I often checked two or three times a day.

I didn't know him "in real life" at all. We had a few e-mail exchanges when I sent him links to articles I thought he'd be interested in (like this one, this one and this one, all about people who had volunteered for military service).

Eventually, I started commenting at The News Blog. I liked the community there, especially "Mrs. Robinson," whom I respected for her insights at Steve's place long before I had heard of Sara Robinson or the Orcinus blog. I could always count on Mrs. Robinson to say something sensible on the threads below Steve's posts on parenting. (As much as I loved Steve's blog, if he ever wrote anything on parenting that I agreed with, I can't remember what it was.)

When Steve's health crisis began, I was shocked. I hadn't been reading long enough to know about his previous heart surgery, kidney failure, or other challenges. The News Blog community rallied to produce guest posts every day until Steve was able to return to his writing, and I even contributed a few recipes to the mix. After a couple of months of this, I began to fear the worst. Finally, on June 2, I saw the post I'd been dreading.

For weeks after Steve's death, I kept checking The News Blog every day. I don't know why. I think that on some subconscious level, I kept hoping that one time I would click and not find Steve's obituary on the front page.

Not long after Steve died, some of his friends and regular commentators on The News Blog formed the Group News Blog. I am not a regular commenter or even a frequent lurker at the Group News Blog. It's not that I don't appreciate the writers' talents--I think that going there just makes me miss Steve more.

If you feel like taking some time to remember Steve, here are links to many obituaries that bloggers wrote, the the New York Times obituary that ran in June, and Matt Bai's piece published in the New York Times Magazine at the end of 2007.

I learned from sardonyx that links to Steve's Daily Kos posts can be found on Steve's dKosopedia pages. Also, the Group News Blog created a more extensive archive of Steve's writing here.

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Thank you desmoinesdem. You're always welcome here.

That's how it works with family.

*hugs*
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Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Crooks and Liars Rocks!



Time Magazine names Crooks And Liars a Top 25 Blog of 2009
Crooks and Liars rolls out new website... Newstalgia


Great news over at our friend John Amato's house.

First, Time Magazine says C&L rocks.

Time Magazine

When professional musician John Amato launched the Crooks and Liars political blog in October 2003, it featured something that was quite novel in those ancient pre-YouTube days: video clips. Today, Crooks and Liars is among the most widely read political blogs on the Web, and Amato — now known in blog circles as "the Vlogfather" — is recognized as a pioneer of video blogging. The video selections — snippets from government press briefings, Congressional hearings and TV talk shows — are the sort of clips that Jon Stewart uses for fodder, but this is a chance to see the video in its original unintentionally humorous context. Amato leans liberal, but his blog is an equal opportunity attack dog, taking a bite out of the crooks and liars on both sides of the aisle.
Crooks and Liars John Amato

Everyone at C&L works long and hard to make this corner of the internet worth the visit seven days a week. It's not done for the awards, naturally, but it's always nice to be recognized for what we do.

I'm very grateful for everyone who helps put this blog together and for all the help our readers give. I think it was Dan Manatt of Politics TV that called me the Vlog Father a few years ago when we were talking on the phone. I thought that was pretty funny and we laughed about it.

Thanks, team.

(Correction for TIME: I started C&L in September of '04)
Second, John's buddy and colleague, Gorden Skene, an awesome dude in his own right, is collaborating with C&L to start a new website, Newstalgia, a historical look at the events of the present, brought to us through the sights and sounds of the past.

Here's a little bit about Gordon.
Crooks and Liars

Two time Grammy Nominee Gordon Skene comes to Newstalgia with a lifelong passion of collecting and archiving news, historic events and popular culture.

Started on the morning of November 22, 1963, Skene has accumulated an archive of over 100,000 reels and 40,000 discs of broadcasts, airchecks and field recordings highlighting history from 1898 to the present.

He's been involved with several album and Internet projects such as "Great Speeches of The Twentieth Century", "The Beat Generation", 'Have A Nice Decade - The 70's Culture Box" "The Big Box of Baseball" and more recently "The 100 Greatest" CD/Boxset. He was actively involved with Microsoft on their Encarta and Bookshelf projects and has provided The History Channel with over 1,000 historic clips to be used as downloads on their website.

In addition to countless album and internet projects, The Gordon Skene Sound collection, in conjunction with Searchworks, has provided numerous historic recordings for such film/TV projects as "Brokeback Mountain" "The Miracle", "Angels In America" and "The Hoax". He has worked closely with the music Departments of 20th Century Fox and Warner Bros.

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And rather than me even quoting Gordon's first post and his intentions for Newstalgia, pop on over and check out Newstalgia.

Highly, highly recommended.

Well done.
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Sunday, February 15, 2009

Tech Issues

Our Home Page was missing for an hour or so.

We're not sure why. It should be back by now for everyone.

It was showing the entire time in the Archive section. If you manage to pull this up via the archives, but you still don't have us on home page, try refreshing.

We're working to figure out what happened. Sorry about the problem.

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Thursday, January 22, 2009

Dinner with Jen Last Night

Two conversations to share

Dinner was wonderful, deliciously tasty. Near Bellevue Hospital, meaning rigs busting past over and over and over again throughout. Truly old home week. How fitting. *smiles*

As wonderful as the food was, the conversation was even better.

If Jen ever privileges you with a dinner invitation, accept. Quickly. *grins*
I predict the company, food and conversation will be wonderful.

Two pieces of our conversation, I'll share with you:

  • Jen loves you all very much, as do I.
  • Would that Gilly had seen Obama take office. *sighs*

Dinner was otherwise private.

Feel free to express your feelings and thoughts on the above points.
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Monday, January 19, 2009

Production Is About Taking Care

I love production.

Eventually I'll start putting up some of the many photos we've taken; probably an entire page dedicated to photos so you cans them all, not just the ones we'll use in our posts. Right now however, I'm managing my energy carefully.

For days it's been 1-2 hours of sleep. Some nights -- at least twice in the last week -- literally it has been no sleep at all, going 50-55 hours with maybe a fifteen minute cat-nap sitting up somewhere, nodding out.

LM jokes about perhaps twice, ever, finding me asleep lying down. (We're roommates whenever we're on the road, plus I'm staying at his home in New York City.) Normally he finds me asleep sitting up, half-slumped over the keyboard, fingers just off the keys, in the middle of whatever. It isn't that I don't want to lie down; it's that before I manage to lie down, I just fall out.

So far this trip -- New York City to Washington D.C./Arlington VA (where we're staying)/and back to New York City -- we've been VERY lucky/the production Gods have smiled on us as these events go. We had a few VERY bad things happen which could have blown up the whole trip -- starting with my car electrical system which you wonderful readers saved us on -- which had luck, some good choices, and sometimes some lucky good choices, not broken our way, we'd have been up the creek.

We've also discovered some key tools and benefited from the kindness of strangers without which our entire coverage would have collapsed, or gone seriously awry.

  • Car rental trouble - saved by the rental chain manager being wonderful.
  • Renting a scooter for me as per Sara's - otherwise yesterday would be a FAIL; way too far to go. Even with the scooter the physical demands were intense. Being able to sit down and rest made it barely possible. If I'd had to walk, I'd not have made it half an hour, let alone stood up for the two plus hours of the concert.
  • We had credentialing problems - the PIC were great with us in terms of fixing them once we showed up. The fact I was in my scooter may have had something to do with it. None the less, I'm very appreciative of how drama-free, rapidly, and properly they took care of us. The PIC has been WONDERFUL across the board. In contrast to those bastards at the Senate Press Galleries.
  • We have a GPS. Oh, what a joy. Punch in an address, follow the instructions, and we're there. It also has saved us many times.
  • The wonderful folks we're staying with. They've taken care of us, opening their doors, breakfast table -- BLUEBERRY PANCAKES, yo! -- and hearts. As well as the enormous amounts of electricity necessary to keep two bloggers and their cameras, video devices, multiple computers, telephones, the scooter, and assorted other weird devices all charged and running. I have at least six outlets going right now, and I'm sure some devices aren't charging currently.
  • The people at Emily's List were amazing as well. More on them when I write my Emily's List post.
  • Washington D.C. Metro employees whom have been helpful to us in the midst of chaos.
  • And at least 5-6 other incidents I can no longer remember.
What I'm present to is how fortunate we've been this trip in people being nice to us, taking care of us, and in the choice of the correct tools, often seemingly by chance, but in retrospect our choices put us on paths which were just... right.

Today we slept in. I got ten hours of sleep. I can't remember the last time I got ten hours of sleep.

There are photos from last night. I have stories to write, about the Lunch yesterday at Emily's List, about the Concert (the Opening Ceremonies.) About what is is like to be back in New York City for the first time in a quarter-century. But today I had to sleep, try and get some energy back, just recover. I've been on the go, pushing pushing pushing, for at least 10 days, maybe longer.

My job, you see, on these events, is to get it done. There are no excuses for a failed event. Here, in Denver, and at other times, where ever GNB's goes to bring you a story, my job is to make goddamn CERTAIN that everything works right, no matter what, that our reporters and their needs (and the needs of everyone we come in contact with) are taken care of, leaving us available to report and file stories without anything getting in the way. If our reporters have their attention on production issues, I'm not getting my job done.

For example, this afternoon I and our host, drove to the Metro station LM and I are using in the morning and scouted where we'll park, if it's free or not (for disabled parking it is, everyone else pays), if there's a cut in the curb for my scooter, if there's an elevator. Then we drove into town to the ballroom where we're going tonight, looked around till I found the recommended parking structure, two blocks away and kind of hidden. It would have been HARD to find in the darkness. But now I have the street address and can program the GPS to find it no matter what. And I know about street cuts for the two blocks to the ballroom door. LM and I leave in less than 15 minutes from now. That kind of prep work is managing production. (And I'd already looked at one of those sites, as well as much of tomorrow's by overhead photo weeks in advance.) Plus I've been studying maps of tomorrow, writing down access/egress notes, and possible power recharging locations for the scooter, which is my biggest known problem for tomorrow, all morning.

Taking out the possible surprises. The one's you can't manage will be more than enough. *laughs*

Tonight (in minutes) we're going to the Netroots Nation ball at The Clarendon Ballroom in Arlington. Five hundred of the top bloggers and their friends in the country. Not even bringing a computer. (Well, my BlackBerry doesn't count, does it?) Taking the night off and just relaxing. We won. Time to have a night with friends and celebrate, dammit!

Tomorrow morning EARLY we're going to the National Mall to cover the Inagural. IF we can, afterwards, we'll swing over to Pennsylvania Ave and try and get some parade coverage (but no promises.) The ENTIRE National Mall has NEVER been filled. Last night the estimate was about half a million and from where we stood, able to reach my hand out and touch the stage-left corner of the stage (which I did more than once) the Mall looked packed. However beyond my view, at the GW Monument, the crowd ended. Tomorrow the prediction ranges from 3-4 million with EVERY part of the National Mall filled from one end to the other. Never happened before in history and may never happen again. This is the real deal, blueberry-baby-cakes. Place will be PACKED.

If you are attending tomorrow, DON'T BRING ANYTHING YOU DON'T HAVE TO HAVE. Security is intense. The checkpoints are through. They won't save anything for you, and you ain't getting whatever it is, through. Don't hold up the line; leave it at home.

If you want to watch either the inagural or the parade, be IN LINE no later than 8 am. Metro opens at 4 am. Be on the Metro by 5 am at the latest. We're going to be on the Metro at 4 am and in line by 5 am-ish. Why? Because to do otherwise is to risk being trampled under millions of people who are late, or to miss the event. Security (and the Metro) simply don't care if you're late, and can only process so many people an hour.

The key to warfare is logistics. The key to production is managing pieces, managing logistics, that is, making sure you are in a dance with the world and people as it and they show up. That way you're not surprised, and can keep dancing towards the committment you are that shall be. The bottom line to all of it is, taking care, paying attention, communication, giving people a safe space.

Our writing will continue over the next days as we bring you coverage. It won't all go up all at once, both because that isn't GNB's style, and because there are only two of us and we have living we have to do in the midst of this all including driving back to New York City tomorrow evening after all this is done. (We're not staying for the balls.)

More as we have it.

From the GNB Newsdesk in Washington D.C., this is Jesse Wendel. We're covering the inaguration of President-elect Barack Obama, now with under 19 hours to go before Mr. Obama is sworn in as 44th President of the United States. (Wow, try saying that last little bit outloud. It feels GREAT.)

Good Night.
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Friday, January 16, 2009

Quick New York City Comments

Running around the city today, doing stuff.

Been at the New York Public Library all morning and early afternoon, up in the third floor reading Rose Main Reading Room. The art in the hallway outside is beautiful. I took some photos which perhaps I'll get up in the next few days. Haven't tried my photo downloading software on my MacBook software yet, so we'll see how it goes.

About to head out to the Patagonia store up in SoHo and pick up more cold-weather gear for D.C. It's SO cold out and D.C. is going to be colder still.

I have been wearing Patagonia for outdoor stuff since 1984 when I was working as a paramedic in upstate New York on a ropes course at a self-help LGAT. This before Patagonia was considered "cool." We bought Patagonia because it was associated with climbing gear, and we were all climbers. Patagonia was very technical gear which worked for us in a serious way. Then the hip people started using it, but whatever.

Anyway, Patagonia's the Real Deal. The coat I'm wearing right now I've had since 1988. At home I have a pullover I bought in 1984. In the trunk of my car I've a raincoat I bought in 1987 which I used to wear as a paramedic in Oakland and Richmond. It's STILL WATERPROOF. Just like my L.L. Bean insulated snow boots which I'm wearning now. Bought them in 1990 at the actual L.L. Bean store in Maine, having driven up from Logan Airport in the middle of a storm.

The Real Thing, baby. Moving on...

GNB is now credentialed for something super extra special on Sunday. *smiles*

This is in addition to the huge concert (HBO) Sunday night at the Lincoln Memorial. The newly credentialed event is Sunday at NOON ET. We'll announce just what this is tomorrow. 'Cause it really diserves its own post. Also, am in a hurry to get to the Patagonia store.

In the meantime, please make sure you clear your schedule to be watching LIVE on SUNDAY NOON ET. You can watch the entire event on live streaming video PLUS GNB coverage uploaded either during (if Internet access is available we'll live-blog what you're seeing live stream) and/or shortly afterward we'll upload our written coverage, along with multiple photographs, and videos!

More tomorrow when we announce just what it is we're covering.

Got to go... Stuff to do, subways to ride.

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Friday, December 12, 2008

Welcome New Staff Writer

I am pleased to welcome Drbopperthp as a Group News Blog Staff Writer.

He will no doubt eventually introduce himself. As I recall it took Maggie months to introduce herself. MB I don't think ever did. TLG did after perhaps a few weeks. These things take time.

Anyway, Drbopperthp has been with us since The News Blog days. He loves Jen and was a good friend of Steve. We love him dearly. His bio is up in About Us.

Please welcome Drbopperthp to the masthead.

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Sunday, August 24, 2008

Why Biden Got It (and not HRC)

Blue Gal (short:) It's the people, stupid.

Want to know WHY it's Biden for VP and NOT Hillary Clinton?

Go. Read.

If you don't have Blue Gal bookmarked, you are so missing the good stuff...

Ya know...

The best fun of being in Denver isn't going inside Pepsi Center or Invesco. I agree with Markos. I don't give a damn about going in. Under other circumstances, I'd actually prefer to work from The Big Tent the whole time.

No... The real fun is the core of the progressive blogosphere, all these people we work with all year but so rarely get to spend time with in person. We're all in the same room, hanging out together, working from the same place.

Now THAT is rock and roll.

I mean, BLUE GAL is around somewhere. Tomorrow, she's likely to come over and say hi. How cool is that?!

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Sunday, July 20, 2008

GNB Masthead Changes


Kindergarten graduation, Georgetown, Kentucky. Click for LARGE.

Promotions, New Staff

I am pleased to announce the following Group News Blog masthead changes:

Current Staff:

Sara Robinson, to Managing Editor.

The Littlest Gator, to Staff Writer.

Evan Robinson, to Staff Writer.

New Staff:

Maggie Jochild, to Staff Writer.

Minstrel Boy, to Staff Writer.


Sara Robinson is an extraordinary futurist and writer. She is a Fellow of the Campaign for America's Future where she blogs at the Blog for Our Future. She will complete her MS in Futures Studies from the University of Houston in 2009 and holds a BA in Journalism from the USC Annenberg School of Communication. She is a principle blogger at Orcinus and a co-founder of Group News Blog. Over the last year, Sara's many years of new media and journalism experience have saved and guided us, over and over.

The Littlest Gator is the Managing Director of an extraordinary restaurant, first opened in Tokyo's trendy Omotesando District, with a second version now open in Kona, Hawaii. She manages a staff of 50 people. The restaurant's commitment to local, fresh food is so enormous they have purchased their own farm on Hawaii so as to ensure the quality of their supply, its variety, and to guarantee it is grown without harmful chemicals. The food they are unable to use themselves in their restaurants on Hawaii and Japan, they sell to local customers.

Evan Robinson was one of Electronic Arts' first computer game developers and later became a Technical Director, one of the people who says if a product ships or not. He went on to be a Senior Computer Scientist at Adobe, ultimately accountable for a core portion of Adobe Acrobat. He spent twenty years in Silicon Valley, working his way up to being a Technical Director, Engineering Manager, and Consultant. He holds a MBA in Management of Technology.

Maggie Jochild is a poet and a writer. She is currently writing "The Great American Lesbian Novel", Ginny Bates. Maggie is a radical dyke second wave feminist activist. She was one of the most widely active agitators of the 80s on the west coast, and helped start The White Night Riot.

Minstrel Boy is a professional musician, a member of the Apache Nation, and makes delicious truffles. He made three tours with Seal Team Two in Viet Nam.

Jesse Wendel, Publisher
Group News Blog

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Thursday, July 17, 2008

Technical Problems

Jesse:

Massive technical problems. As in, I am gonna eat their ass.

Downstairs in the lobby on the wireless network from hell...

Beautiful hotel, but they has gots me upstairs (non-ADA) which is not only dumb, but PAIN. LM and/or Hubris have to help me up and down the stairs, carry my bags, and in general, wait on me.

Hmmmm. Strike what I said about “dumb.”

Hopefully LM and I get moved in the morning. I sure as shit can't go up and down these stairs another day. (Although maybe if they got me a mountain bike. Some of those suckers gear down so low a rider could climb telephone poles.)

Ooooh... and Maggie Jochild is here in the morning!!! Go Maggie!
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So... No more writing from me tonight. Not till they fix their fucking technical problems. Or till I get to the convention center.

I'm also not even naming the hotel...YET. Not till after we, um, negotiATE an appropriate change in our room charge given I had to go down and up the god-awful stairs from my room which I'm paying for to their lobby which I'm not...

Austin rocks. This hotel's IT setup is rocky.

Lower Manhattanite:

“Whats a dazzling urbanite like you doing in a rustic setting like this?”--Gene Wilder's Waco Kid to Cleavon Little's Sheriff Bart

What am I doing here? Hanging with the rest of the GNB crew, commiseratin', “conversatin'”, and Netroots Nation-aytin', faithful readers. Be fooled not--this is not some cow-town, this beautiful Austin, Texas. From the moment I hopped off the plane, I knew I was in what one would call "cool" environs. It probably had a lot to do with the huge, bronze statue of the amazing Texas political giant Ms. Barbara Jordan, staring down thoughtfully, weighty book on lap and glasses at rest.

Nothin' like that at Kennedy or LaGuardia, kiddies.

Then, walking to the ground transportation area, I was captivated by a beautiful woman in a coral-colored dress--seeming to walk in slow motion in the sticky night air. She floated damn-near, dress catching just enough breeze to where she looked akin to something descending from a cloud---but then, it could also have been simple fatigue on my part--a tough flight after a doubly tough night full of more drama than Wagner's "Ring Cycle" on crack. Ye Gods!

But, the kid is here, along with Jesse, Hub, TLG, and Mme. Robinson. The nicest touches were entering the hotel room, and finding it festooned—not with corny-ass hotel art--oh, no! Instead? A beautiful, striking, vintage silkscreen poster of Bobby Womack and his Peace Band playing at Port Arthur, Texas from back in the “That's The Way I Feel About Cha” days. Then, descending the balcony steps, the ring and peal of live music from across the street at The Continental Club. Oh yes...I think this could be fun. Fun indeed. But now...on to sleep, perchance to dream...of a nice breakfast.

I doubt it will be bagels. :)

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Friday, July 11, 2008

Farewell Melanie Mattson



Blogger Melanie Mattson, Dead at 53

Melanie was my dear friend.

Born July 18, 1954, died June 27, 2008 at her home in Falls Church, Virginia. The word is only now getting out, and I so don't want to know why.

For over a month I've been calling and calling to no answer. We used to talk two or three times a week.

A former front-pager at DailyKos, a co-founder of the FluWiki, a theologian and a bassoonist, Melanie was lovely in every way. From her blog, Bump in the Beltway, to her wonderful holiday recipes which I posted last year, Melanie was a class act.

Melanie was a close friend; I don't know what to say. This hasn't been a good year. We lost Steve, and now we lose Melanie. I am certain had she had health care coverage, she would still be alive.

I've spent the last hour reading over old emails between us. She was an amazing writer, a good person, and a good friend.

I'll miss her.

American Street
Skippy the Bush Kangaroo
Pogge
Suburban Guerrilla
Effect Measure

Update: 11:20 AM

Her death is tentatively being reported as a heart attack, although other reports suggest the root cause likely was her pancreatitis. Pancreatitis -- her long-term health issue -- made it extraordinarily difficult for Melanie to eat or maintain nourishment.

It would not be inconsistent with pancreatitis for her to have a heart attack, due to electrolyte abnormalities brought on by fluid imbalances, vomiting, poor intake, and other medical indignities.

Melanie was in poor health and without health care. Like so many of the Americans she passionately wrote about, and deeply cared for and loved.

Tat Tvam Asi.

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Thursday, July 10, 2008

“Hello Readers...Yes, We Need Ya...”




Your Humble LowerManhattanite Kicks Off This GNB Fundraising Post With The Bangin'est Frankie Valli & The Four Seasons Jam Ever Recorded, To Get The Ol' Tote Board A' Movin...

Well, this is an odd post for me. I normally try to bring you folks something informative in the way of news or analysis—or maybe I whip up a scalding pot of verbal / visual grits to be schwa-plapped “Al Green Style” at a deserving, offending target. There's snark, too. Even the occasional bit of video cobbled together in the hopes of rallying the right people (you), and pissing off the even-righter people (Oh, to be-numb the left arm of an enraged Vice-President for just ten measly seconds is all I ask, Lord...).

This post is none of the above—and I must say that what it is is sort of uncomfortable for me to put across, but I will, because it's damned necessary...

It's that time, people—our first time really, here at Group News Blog where I / we ask for you the readers / perusers to come off a little bit of coin and donate to GNB to cover our outlay for the special reportage we have coming up for you—namely, our in-person / on the ground presence at the Democratic National Convention in Denver this coming August. Now, I know “money's too tight to mention” for many of you out there. Times is tighter than a nun's...rusty old change-purse clasp. For everybody. Trust me. Situations and fortunes have changed for us all, readers and writers alike, and as we pinch pennies to get that extra gallon of gas, or scale back the vacation plans (in many cases—postponing them until times are better), or hell...switch to brown-bagging it in lieu of those pricey-ass bought lunches, we here at GNB absolutely understand the strictures you're under.

But bear with me as I lay a couple of things out for you.

We're going to Denver pretty much as a start-up “news” organization, and we'll be coming out of pocket for lodging, meals, probably gas, and all manner of extras (pay WiFi where we won't be able to all use what the arena will provide, copy services and computer extras, a spare laptop battery or two, perhaps a pass-around jump drive), and yes, digital video tape and so on for the multimedia things we've got planned for you.

Those costs'll mount, my damies. And with that, that's where you fine folks come in. I'll keep it real. I hate the idea of asking you, because from jump—the folks here have been all about giving to you. It's been a year since we kicked things off here, pulling ourselves from a month-long muck of sadness, post-the loss of “The Big Fella”...but we did it.

And I'll be damned if in spite of all the work to get the doors open and the shingle hung, it hasn't been a lot of fun. And one of the things that has made this so much fun for us, and ultimately a major labor of love is that it was a chance for us—Jesse, Sara, Hubris, L'il Gator and Evan—to do all the things we really liked and really wanted to see in a blog we ourselves would want to visit every day.

We may not have gotten it all right, but God-bless-it, we have busted our asses trying...working to bring you the very best we can bring you.

We sweat the details—and the big stuff too.

It's one thing to say it...but ironically in a case like this, visuals help mightily. Cue up the mighty, mighty Driftglass from a couple of days ago:

Dear Arianna,




















Your Photoshopping sews socks that smell.

Yeah, sure, Poe once said “There is no exquisite beauty…without some strangeness in the proportion”, but this slovenly digital Hydrocephalism isn’t that.

This is just awful.

Amateurish.

And, most importantly, entirely avoidable.

So consider this your…iconogenitory intervention, because this is just embarrassing. I mean, you laid out seriously Big Cake to buy yourself a top-shelf blog. Popped for the Mark Levinson Lexus LS 430 sound system. Killer rims. The Guerlain's KissKiss Gold and Diamonds Nipple Rouge.

And you get people like Alec Baldwin, Barack Obama, Walter Cronkite, Peggy Noonan, Jim Webb and most of the rest of the celestial chorus of Left, Center and Right Blogistan to write for you.

You’ve got Best Selling-book income. Speaking-gig income. Blog-ad income. And whatever you have left from the divorce.

(Emphasis mine—LM) And yet for all of the vast resources at your command,




















you can't do better than this?

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...the “art” is a fucking disgrace.

Look, I have no formal training in graphic arts. None. And my first Photoshop efforts were, well, nothing to blog home about, but shit, Arianna, I’m just a leeeeetle fella and I’m actually mortified for you. So as a public service to all the young ballplayers out there, let's break this failure down into coachable moments.

First, the web is a Visual Medium, so pick your palette accordingly. If you want to convey face-to-face conflict, pick some images where the story is already clear, sight-lines are clean and the choreography simple.

For example, would the average reader out there even catch on that the foundation for your graphic was this vid capture from...


“West Side Story”?

I sure didn’t.

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Given your high profile, Arianna, and the resources you can bring to bear, there was no excuse for this shoddy workmanship; America’s coffeehouses, gentlemen's clubs, call centers, boxcars, and community college faculty lounges are full of unemployed and underemployed pixelslingers whose services are available for very reasonable rates.

Hell, available for reheated pizza and a pot of decent coffee.

Seriously, Arianna, how about bringing the visual content of your blog up to the same world-class professional level as the written content?

And to get you started in the right direction let me point you towards the proven graphic talents of these extremely gifted and politically-savvy artists:

Lower Manhattanite of the Group News Blog.

Mark Hoback at The Aristocrats

And Darkblack over at Darkblack.


Which prompted me to comment thusly:

Drifty...

Don't sell yourself short on “teh skillz” as you point out the third rail that these people kick like Robert Shaw in “The Taking Of Pelham 1,2,3” when they scrimp on the visuals.

You see, above and beyond my being a graphics professional for the last thirty-plus years (got my first sign-painting job when I was 11) and having a certain level of pride in presenting nice things to look at, there's also simple respect for one's readers to take into account. When I surf the web, and come across shitty accompanying graphics to a post or story...I always feel a little bit cheated. Like somebody just didn't care, and roughed some shit off without a thought.

That is a turn off and a half.


I sweat the details, as do you and DarkBlack and Mark because I realize this is a multi-media thing we do. It ain't just about the “command line” any more. Give the people that extra little something to make 'em laugh, or think, or at the very least stick in their heads a little bit in their hundreds of click-arounds during a day.

Plus, a well-done accompanying (or main) graphic gives what you put out there that much more resonance and depth when it works well.

It's one thing if the stuff is intentionally kitschy or roughed off to give a particular feel—but that HuffPo abomination is flat-out, “We don't care”.


We here at Group News Blog care. Straight up. The details are sweated big time.

Patrick Ewing in the last five minutes of the fourth quarter sweated, actually.

















(Sweaty Pat Ewing graphic aid to show basic level of GNB dedication to you, the reader.
CLICK TO ENLARGE FOR EXTRA SWEATY EFFECT—OR NOT)


There's an absurd amount of outlining, fact-checking, assembly and yes...plain, old hard-ass writing that goes into the pieces we put before your eyes and minds. But as noted in Drifty's post excerpt above, and my ensuing comment to it—there's an awful lot of extras we try to give you to keep you interested, maybe a touch titillated, but mostly, to give you the very best, and most rounded experience when you deign to click over here to see what we have for you. There has been a very, very conscious effort from jump here to maximize your experience in every way possible. That includes the exclusive videos produced here under the Group News Blog banner. And all of this stuff takes an awful lot of work.

There's the sheer brain-power, and the basic editorial and artistic skills that goes into every post. And we pour our hearts and souls into this stuff—on occasion to the detriment of health because of working well past the fatigue point a workday, plus familial obligations and the other demands of life beyond blogtopia calls for.

Why?

Well...because as I said in the comment at Drifty's: “There's also simple respect for one's readers to take into account.”

We respect you. We care. We bust our asses every way we can. And thus, we come to you on the eve of the convention—a very expensive convention for us to cover, I might add (And that we'll be handling 95% of the bills for ourselves) to ask for a little help—as was said in Eddie Murphy's “Coming To America” “Donations! Donations!”

And to get those “Donations! Donations!” in hand, please visit our PayPal link here.

We don't half-step around here, folks. Because we want to give you the very best—writing and graphics-wise. Here's a little graphic I whipped up for a piece yet to come. You may recognize the poster and movie it spoofs...



That's how we roll...for you. So kick in what you can from your bank-roll, huh?

Trust me...you won't be sorry.
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Wednesday, July 9, 2008

HaloScan Bought Out by JS-Kit

Good and evil kittens. icanhascheezburger.com.
Good and evil kittens. icanhascheezburger.com.

Tired of HaloScan Sucking? Rejoice, Rejoice, Rejoice.

The deal is scheduled to close in 30 days.

Implementation has already started.

Some of the recent suckage has to do with migration issues. The claim is, as sites migrate over -- in theory, seamlessly and you can believe as much of that as you want -- the remaining sites will go faster as the load on HaloScan's servers decreases. The migrated sites moved to JS-Kit will go faster because they're on the good stuff. Thus, all is of the good.

So they say.

We're backing up comments. A lot. Frequently.

The Washington Post

JS-Kit, a provider of Javascript comments, ratings, and poll widgets for blogs, has announced their acquisition of HaloScan, one of the largest hosted comments service providers. This announcement is also coordinated with the launch of several major features. Financial terms were not disclosed.

HaloScan had previously partnered with JS-Kit in January to provide the users of their comment system with "one-click" deployment of JS-Kit's ratings widget (providing ratings for articles, not ratings for comments). This acquisition will result in an exponential increase of JS-Kit's customer base, providing new access to over 520,000 participating sites, bringing its total reach to about 550,000 sites. JS-Kit also claims that with this new acquisition, it will be registering 300+ new sites per day. HaloScan's comment systems will integrate with JS-Kit's Ratings, Polls, Reviews, Navigator, and Advisor widgets. JS-Kit's comments also comes with full Akismet spam protection and profanity filters.

JS-Kit will leverage its newly acquired users to launch important new features. One of which is the implementation of an open standards-based, portable, user profile. Users will have access to all of the comments made on any JS-Kit participating site through an OpenID login system. The portable profile is accessible through a pop-up on the hosting site. This does lend itself to easier discovery, which could possibly help with adoption for new publishers.

This also goes hand-in-hand with another new feature that JS-Kit is implementing, SEO support. JS-Kit now sets up a static page for indexing comment content, which you can host on your server as a sub-domain, so search engines see the content on your site, and not JS-Kit's.

Faster, better, standards based. Better technical support and backup solutions.

Also, you get access to ALL comments on EVERY site you comment (with OpenID.) This is causing a fight with JS-Kit's competition. Whatever.

What I like most is GNB will get credit for links to Group News Blog -- thousands of them across the Internet over months -- which people put in comments. It certainly will drive our rankings higher. Good news babycakes.

I am pleased by their promises. Now... we shall see.

As always, what counts is action, not campaign promises.
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Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Vote for Maggie to Attend Netroots


LOLCAT Weekly Roundup 10, courtesy of Maggie Jochild's Meta Watershed.

Hey everyone...

I just noticed (through my pain) the updated request to vote Maggie Jochild a scholarship to Netroots Nation.

Seems the available scholarships got upped from 9 to 20, and the qualifying deadline got bumped to midnight June 13.

MAGGIE HAS A REAL SHOT AT GETTING A SCHOLARSHIP.
We have enough GNB readers to help in a major way.


Meta Watershed

UPDATE: The number of Netroot Nation scholarships available has been increased from 9 to 20, and the deadline for applying/voting extended to June 13th. I've been deeply moved by the response so far -- more than I can express. But I'm hoping any of you who missed this the first time around will be motivated go here and voice your vote for my getting one of these precious windows to community contact and influence.

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My readers, I have applied for a scholarship to attend the upcoming Netroots Nation Conference (progressive bloggers from everywhere), which is going to be in Austin on July 17-20. The application is through Democracy for America, and will pay admission (several hundred dollars) and lodging (which I may not need if I can get transportation to and from the site).

The nine scholarships will be awarded to "The applicant with the highest amount of support voiced on their application page by members of the DFA community will earn a scholarship. All other scholarships will be chosen at the discretion of DFA senior staff." Thus, I need your support!

Please go here to read my profile and register your support for me as a candidate. Spread the word, every vote will count. Click on the nomination box at the bottom.

Thanks for your help. I'll make great use of attending, you can count on that.

All of Group News Blog's writers will be at Netroots Nation.

Please help Maggie attend:

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Monday, June 2, 2008

One Year Later

Gilly Bear on Steve Gilliard's hospital pillow. photo by Jenonymous Feb 25, 2007.
Gilly Bear on Steve Gilliard's hospital pillow. photo by Jenonymous Feb 25, 2007.

A Food Post for the Stomach and the Heart and the Mind

Hey everyone. This feels strange writing this right now. I tried for the past few weeks to try to think of something meaningful to write. At first I thought of a food piece, and then a political piece, and then a health piece. Then something happened that made me want to do all three. I got inspired over this past Memorial Day weekend. I couldn't help but think about what Gilly would have posted. I put off thinking about the post and kept pushing it to the back of my mind. Then, on Monday—after a four-day weekend—I got a surprise and very much welcome spur-of-the-moment invite to a friend's house to partake in a small family get-together and bbq. I had been out taking pictures at the park; I had been in all weekend sleeping and killing zombies online, and needed the fresh air. Then my cell phone went off, the invite came in, and I found myself running back to my apartment to grab a bottle of decent red and my jacket, then out to the bakery for some dessert, and then on to the subway to the far end of the outer boros.

On the train all I could think about was the Blog-a-Ques that Gilly and I would go to every summer. I thought of the dessert and the wine—would he have approved? We used to bring loads of food with us whenever we got invited to anything, and used to coordinate ahead of time. I remember grilling with him under the Brooklyn Bridge, on the Brooklyn side, the Labor Day before 9/11.

It's 9 PM now. I just got in; I'm typing in my work clothes. I'm going to go change and keep typing. Ramsay's Kitchen Nightmares is in re-runs on BBC America. Gimmie a minute. I need to change and wash off my makeup and get a drink.

*aaah.* Better. Gilly actually "got" my infatuation with Ramsay; he said that if he ever wrote a book on management he'd buy it and read it. But I digress.

Back to food and memory. So, I was at this BBQ and towards the end of the evening, the hostess (who was familiar with Gilly's body of work) said something to the effect that "Gilly would have never supported Dem candidate X." And suddenly, the evening came into very sharp focus.

"No, we can't say what he would have thought NOW," I said.

And that, dear readers, is Important Point Number One I am trying to make with this post.

As much as we all love and miss him, we have to remember that nobody can say what he WOULD have done or whom he WOULD have supported.

HE'S GONE.

His troubles are over, but so is his active work.THAT is the tragedy here.His voice was silenced prematurely, and we will never know just what a strong voice he may have become, especially in this election.

We'll never read the book he was having me help him with the pitch letter for.

Still, these are selfish thoughts in a way.Gilly also missed out on all of the other things he wanted to do for himself.

I remember, before he went in for that second surgery, the one that he didn't get out of the hospital from, I was trying to give him a pep talk.I wanted him to envision himself as a healthy man, so that he could make real plans for the future and take some real care of himself. We talked about that on the day when I went to give him the bear in the picture.

"So what are you going to do, Gilly, once you get well and get that kidney?"

"I'm getting the money together from somewhere and going to England and seeing Manchester United play their home turf.First thing."

During the two times that I went to Europe while I knew him, he asked me for only one thing—home team footie jerseys from the city I was in.I still have a ManU knockoff from Thailand that Gilly gave me when he went and sprang something like $130 for the real item.

Here was a man who was so erudite, so well educated, so knowledgeable…and he hadn't ever even left the US. Come to think of it, I don't think he ever even went on an airplane. Really. I vaguely seem to remember him saying he'd been on one once ages ago, but that's it.

Imagine what he could have done had he taken that trip, seen a bit of the world?

We'll never know.

Which leads me to Point I am Trying to Make Number Two:

TAKE CARE OF YOURSELVES. IF YOU HAVE A HEALTH PROBLEM, DO NOT MAKE EXCUSES. DO NOT LOOK FOR LOOPHOLES. DO WHAT YOU CAN TO BE AS WELL AS YOU PRACTICALLY CAN BE GIVEN ANY LIMITATIONS THAT YOU HAVE.

Gilly got the proverbial memo too late; the first bout of open heart surgery just didn't sink in. It's almost impossible to Monday-morning quarterback someone's life when it's over, but I will say that had he pursued a little more exercise, a somewhat better diet, and (CRITICALLY) more aggressively pursued better diagnostic and preventative care, he'd probably still be here. I blame nobody, but the tragedy here is that even a slight improvement of any one of these things would have broken the "perfect storm" that sank him. Throw institutional racism and indifferent healthcare providers into the brew and it gets toxic real fast.

Having said that, Gilly and I both loved to cook, and to eat out together and with others. Somehow, a memorial post wouldn't be complete without a recipe or two. So, herewith, I give you a HEALTHY option that can be prepared in one evening after work, easily. Please enjoy:

Beer Can Chicken

Oven Fries

Garlic SuperSlaw with Garlic Dressing (adopted from the Wings of Life cookbook, alas out of print now)

SHOPPING LIST FOR THE WHOLE SHEBANG:

--One chicken, 3-6 lbs

--Waxy potatos of some sort; small, longish fingerlings are the best (enough for your crew-at least 2 lbs)

--Olive Oil (light grade)

--Spice Rub of your Choice

--Head of Garlic

--One Savoy Cabbage or bag of prepped shredded slaw salad mix

--One Medium Red Onion

--One Smallish Bunch Scallions

--Red Wine Vinegar

--Mayo Brand of your Choice

--Salt, Pepper (kosher salt if you have it)

--Heavy cream, or dairy substitute cream (ie soy cream) or milk

Equip and stuff:

--One can of beer or soda—if you have a tallboy beer can, use that—with the bev still in it

--Shallow jellyroll pan or baking pan

--High-sided pan to prop the chicken up in (or one of those chicken-beercan-cooker-sub thingies)

--Paper towels or clean dishcloths

--Blender (optional)

--Clean sink (really)

Instructions:

When you get home or get back from shopping, the first thing to do is heat up the oven. Put one rack in the middle and one on the bottom. Preheat to between 350 and 375, depending on how big your chicken is (use higher heat for a SMALLER chicken) and how flakey your oven is. You may want to put foil on the higher shelf to aid cleanup as oven-done beercan chicken tends to splatter.

Okay, now prep the slaw cabbage IF you are using the whole Savoy cabbage. Quarter and core the cabbage, and slice into slaw strips. Put the strips into the biggest bowl that you have and sprinkle the strips with kosher salt and toss very well. Cover in plastic and set aside to let it weep out.

Now prep the potatoes. Scrub and quarter the "long way" to make fingers—but don't peel—the potatoes. If they are bigger taters, cut into fat circle slices at least ¼" thick. Take the jellyroll pan and oil it very very well with the light grade olive oil (NOT the heavy stuff or it will scorch and smoke and mess up yer taters). Keep the olive oil out. Now, consider which spice rub you are going to put on the chicken—either a pre-done mix or seasoned salt or your own blend. Put the taters in the pan and add more oil. Now, add what my Mom calls "too much seasoning" and toss—use the same blend you'll use on the chicken if you want. Add more and toss. Add more and toss more. Make sure you also have enough oil as well.

Make sure that the taters have enough room and don't overlap if possible. Put in the lower level of the oven, uncovered.

Now go to work on the rest of the slaw. If you are salting the cabbage, keep letting it do its thing and save this for LAST. If you are using pre-cut slaw mix, start here. slice up the scallions, thin, up to about 3" into the green part (don't use the gross slimy ends of the scallions). Slice the red onion first in half and then into the thinnest crescents that you can.

Now onto the dressing. Only make this right before you're going to assemble the slaw.

Set up your blender. Peel at least 6 cloves of garlic. Proportions are suggested; I use 1/3 cup for each "part" here. Put in 2 parts mayo. Have the pepper grinder ready. Dump in the garlic and give it a whirl. Add in via a few splashes one part red wine vinegar. Whirl like HELL on the highest speed. Add a LOT of black pepper. IF you are NOT salting the cabbage (ie using slaw mix) add a LITTLE salt. If you are salting your cabbage, add NOT ONE GRAIN of salt. Then, pour in one generous splash of cream and whip like hell again.

Hand-toss the slaw mix (or the rinsed cabbage—see below) with the onions and scallions. Pour in the dressing and toss by hand, very thoroughly. Cover tightly and let hang out in your fridge while you work on the rest of dinner.

Remember the potatoes? Good. Don't worry, they are impossible to screw up. Stir them gently and go prep the chicken.

Take the chicken and rinse and dry well. Spray PAM or something on your pan and on your beercan chicken apparatus if you are using one. Season the chicken with lots of whatever you like on it. If you want, rub it down with some of the liquid from the can of your choice first—Gilly like using either Coke or beer—before you put the spice rub on. Now, either pour out half of the can's contents (or drink it) or pour it in the beer can apparatus. Stick the can or apparatus up the open wide end of the chicken, and balance the mess carefully in your pan. If you are using a can, GREASE THE CAN. CAREFULLY put the bird in the center of the upper rack of the oven.

Now, if you are wilting your cabbage, you can let it keep wilting for at least 15 more minutes. Go stir the potatoes again; if you need to, drizzle in a tad more oil. Now make sure your sink is CLEAN, especially if you rinsed the chicken in it. Fill sink with cold water and dump in the cabbage. Stir like a batch of laundry—rinse off that salt! Swish and drain in a colander, or just use a bunch of paper towels to squeeze out the water. Rinse again if need be. The cabbage should be wilted, and will taste salty—hence no salt in the dressing. Assemble salad as above.

Okay, now all you have to do is let the chicken cook. It should take around an hour. Do try to stir the taters at least once more. Towards the end of the cooking process, the oil will darken and thicken and the taters will shrink a bit and get a great crust of spicy goodness. If you need more time on the taters, you can always leave them in the oven for a bit more while the chicken rests.

Chicken is done when your favorite superstitious method for chicken doneness tests positive. I usually use the "if it smells done, it is" test.

If the taters are still in the oven, leave it on, obviously.

VERY VERY CAREFULLY and with GREAT CARE take the teetering chicken out of the oven and put on a stable surface. Use oven mitts.

Don't even think about getting the chicken off the can yet. Gently tent the whole mess with foil and let it rest for 10 minutes.

Get your cutting board or your serving pan ready. Using tongs and a mitt/glove, hold down the can with the gloved hand and use the tongs to pull the chicken off of the can. Or, if you have silicon gloves, use them to lift the chicken off the can. The can will be full of boiling hot liquid; you don't want 3rd-degree scald burns; they suck. Be careful. Put the chicken on your board or your serving tray.

If the taters are still in the oven, they should be over themselves by now. Give a stir, and take them out of the oil and plate.

Give the slaw a deep stir from the bottom. Use tongs to make sure that the onions and scallions are well distributed.

Serve.

Enjoy.

NOTE: The slaw ages well and is even better the next day; make a day in advance. It keeps about a week in the cold part of the fridge. Also, the oven fries make the ABSOLUTE BEST hash browns as leftovers and are also good cold believe it or not.

Hash Browns: Using a smoking-hot cast iron pan, melt down a tad of butter with some olive oil. Brown-crisp a yellow onion. Toss in diced ovenfries and some red bell pepper if you feel fancy. Add a dash of very hot hot sauce and let sizzle down. Serve with eggs or tofu scramble or whatever—would also be a great hot side with fish, etc.

ENJOY AND BE WELL.

It's almost 11 PM. I need to sleep. Take care, remember, and preserve yourselves so that we can all stay on and fight.

Thank you.

---Jen

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