And boy am I glad we pay for mee to have nice insurance. (I would like to not have to pay so much, but still glad we can have it.) Playing volleyball tonight I happened to attract the volleyball with the left side of my jaw. I seem to attract the ball to my self often. Just like any other time, I thought I was fine. Then I opened my mouth and tried to close it again. I was wrong. The right side of my jaw was bad. Very tearful. I waited till our next between plays and “sneaked” out of the game. My plan was to get a drink of water and cry in solitude till the pain subsided. And with my luck, in walks our friendly doctor friend who asked how I was, and what I was feeling. He called over to the ER for advice and suggested we (Jacob and I) go over. So, over we went. They had mee sit in a room and answer health history questions, and then after about half an hour sent me to get an x-ray of my head to check for broken bones or dislocated jaw. After 20 more minutes they came back and told me I am not broken, just bruised. That I need to take Tylenol, keep ice on my jaw, and stay away from chewy foods for a couple/few days till I am not hurting anymore, also to lay off volleyball for a while. And of course if my jaw gets more painful or if I start to swell, or anything else really bad, to call and follow-up, either there or to my dentist. The worst part of it all was when they would ask mee “On a scale of 0-10 how bad does it hurt?” I did not know what to answer, and there were no charts around telling mee what the varying numbers meant. At least not until after they had already taken all my info and had mee sitting and waiting for x-ray. They need to make more (and bigger) copies of that chart and have them all over the place. Or perhaps make wallpaper that is just the pain-ranking-chart repeated. That would be helpful!
An old college paper has new relevance
The following is a paper that I wrote for a political science class in February 2003. The assignment was to watch, read, or otherwise experience two very different forms of media, and compare and contrast them. I’ve decided to post this here today because this paper discusses the late Mr. Rogers, a children’s television host. Recently, a piece on Fox news discussed how Mr. Rogers was “evil” (yes, they actually used the E-word) for insisting that every child is “special,” even if they “didn’t deserve it.” Here’s my response, written 7 years ago:
Is the Media Cynical, or is it Just Me?
By Jacob Thurman
I, by nature, am a procrastinator, and chronically late. As part of an often-frivolous attempt to remedy this, the clock in my family room runs five minutes fast. On Wednesday, February 26, the clock’s impatient hands struck 5:30, and found me seated in front of my television, miraculously five minutes early for the CBS Evening News with Dan Rather. I suffered through the last 5 minutes of yet another asinine production aimed towards the degradation of American minds, and waited for a 30-minute synopsis of the most important events in the world.
As the syncopated cacophony of the trademark xylophone sounded through the television speakers, a faceless voice announced again that the CBS Evening News with Dan Rather was about to begin. A few previews were shown, tantalizing the morbid part of me that yearns to know exactly how the United States will trounce Iraq, or how a 10-Billion dollar supersonic glider simply melted 36 miles above the earth.
Setting my humanity aside, I settled in for my half hour of “important things.”
I continued this pattern at 5:30 each day for a week, though I tried to forgo the five-minute prelude of tastelessness that I experienced that Wednesday. The stories each day were the same: First was the latest non-news about the non-war in Iraq. The first day, we learned the monumentous news that Iraq was positioning its troops in preparation for a possible invasion. The highlight of this sadistic enterprise was a portion of Dan Rather’s interview with Saddam Hussein, Iraq’s internationally embattled dictator. He was quoted as saying “No one destroys his own [oil] wells or dams,” and when asked if he would consider exile, he replied, “I will live in Iraq and die in Iraq, as decided by God almighty.” France called the war that hasn’t happened yet “precipitous,” while another story described how the United States would control Iraq after winning the war. By The following Monday, the last time I watched the news on television, the news had changed little. Again, it was reported that Iraq was moving its forces into strategic defensive positions, and Hussein was being only marginally cooperative with outsiders. France called the war that still hasn’t happened yet “premature.” A later segment described how the United States might handle the situation should troops have to invade Baghdad herself.
Other segments not advertised as “top stories” included some startling revelations: Credit Card fraud is real, and bad. Had NASA known that Columbia was in trouble before attempting to land, they may have been able to do something about it. Icy roads can cause car accidents, and caused 11 fatal ones in New York. An arsonist burned Connecticut nursing home to the ground, killing 10 patients. Security at the country’s most secret laboratory is faulty. Zoo animals are dying in Washington D.C. Consumer spending is down, and the economy is getting worse.
The reader will have to forgive my cynicism. With all of this bad news being thrown rapid-fire in my face, with the accompanying images and graphics to drive “the story” deeper into my soul, it’s a wonder I’ve kept the will to live. Pessimism runs rampant through the news media, especially on television. We can’t blame the journalists though; it’s not their fault. They are whores to the statisticians at Nielsen, willing to do anything, include meet with Saddam Hussein or drive down the same icy highway that killed eleven other human beings, because people will watch. Tucked in between these glamorous tragedies, there is humanity. One story, and perhaps the one that has stuck with me the most, was of a young couple who are both in the army, stationed 45 miles apart in Kuwait, while their son celebrates his second birthday a hemisphere and 12 time zones away in the Midwestern United States. Even the “humanity” is found in the midst of the war and international aggression. Perhaps it’s not so humane after all.
I am bitter. I realize now why I gave up on regular television news programs. They bring out the worst in me, by showing me the worst in the world around me. Somewhere, we became infatuated with things that are terrible. Perhaps they make us feel better about our own lives. Or perhaps they feed the paranoia that we experience as a result of our own deviance. After all, with all of those people killing each other and threatening to remove each other from their positions of power, my own preternatural behaviors don’t seem quite so wicked.
Thursday morning, I secured a copy of the Chicago Tribune, almost afraid to find the same twaddle that had wasted half an hour of my life the night before. I was pleasantly surprised to find a degree of objectivity, and a sense of humanity, even in the more pessimistic stories of the front page. This particular paper’s main story was about an exposed scandal involving guards beating prisoners at a Chicago jail. While depressing, the article told the story from the points of view of both prisoners and guards, and offered enough facts that I was able to form my opinion about what I read, whereas the television was determined to keep the facts from me and tell me what my opinion was. Other stories on the front page were about a new, uplifting design for New York’s World Trade Center, and the Supreme Court’s protection of certain rights of abortion protesters. The next day, the jail beatings ran as the chief headline again, but what attracted my attention was a feature-length story on the life of Fred Rogers, an American Icon known for his optimism and, as one writer put it, “[daring] to be calm.” Humanity may yet have a voice!
While the Chicago Tribune’s selection of stories was much more balanced, the writing was still on the misanthropic side. Writers were skeptical about the possibility of democracy in Iraq, wondering in print if the Iraqi people just might hate America more than they hate Hussein. In a slant untouched by the television broadcast, the monetary cost of an invasion, occupation, and rebuilding of Iraq was discussed. Numbers in excess of $100Billion were printed, and a reporter wondered where the money would come from, when the national budget is already overdrawn, and the economy back home is failing. I get the impression that the Tribune, perhaps echoing the feelings of most Americans, would rather America stay home and solve her own problems, rather than go and solve the problems of a nation that would rather not have our “help.”
Reading the Tribune, I found that the same stories from the television broadcast the night before were covered, but with much more detail. The cynicism seemed intact, but there was balance. There seemed to be just as much “good news,” as bad. In the first section of the newspaper, where the most important things are usually printed, there was equal time given to the prison beatings, and the rebuilding of the World Trade Center, a feel-good symbol of America’s resilience and determination to go on after tragedy.
As the week went on, I felt again and again that the television was trying to beat the independence out of me, forcing its opinions on me as if they were my own, all so subtly that I hardly realized it was happening. The newspaper seemed intent on expressing its opinion, but it also calmly acknowledged that I was allowed to have my own opinion too. It even went so far as to provide facts that may counter its own opinion, to assist me in forming mine. This was a pleasant change from what I saw on television.
Because I’m chronically late, I tend to watch the clock with an obsessive eye. One fact that can’t be denied is that reading the newspaper takes longer than watching the evening news. This may be the major difference between the two mediums. In an attempt to present the bare facts, the television news can lose sight of what is actually important. When I sat down to watch 30 minutes of “important things,” I often wondered just how important this information was to me. The newspaper, on the other hand, does not constrain my time. I can read as little or as much as I like. Because my priorities are different than those of the television producers, I find myself wanting information that they do not provide, and not wanting some of the information that they do offer. The newspaper allows me to read at my pace, and absorb only the information that I decide is important. The television never offered the right amount of information; there was either too much, or too little. The newspaper seemed determined to err on the side of “too much,” and because I was reading, and could reread what I read (I did not record the evening news to take advantage of my “rewind” button), until I was satisfied, and then go on. I never felt overwhelmed, or underwhelmed, by the newspaper, and when I was done reading, felt that I was a better person, or at least a better informed person, for having done so. Television made me feel like a deviant and an antipatriot, because I did not agree with its opinions.
A standout among newspapers is USA Today. I enjoyed the Chicago Tribune and the Chicago Sun-Times because their localized nature made them attractive as people-oriented publications; they often focused on how national and global issues affect individuals and groups within their respective areas. USA Today, however, is a national paper, with a refreshingly optimistic sentiment. It was mostly objective, focusing on national issues, and a “just the facts” attitude. It would seem that when we simply look at the facts, the world doesn’t seem to be quite as troubled as CBS would have us believe. It comes as a great surprise that Gannett’s USA Today is the most circulated newspaper in the country, according to a study by GlobalFor Media Services. Its refreshing optimism and objectivity stands in dire contrast to the pessimism and forced-opinion reporting of the most popular television news programs.
The media is a whore. She goes wherever the clients are, and does whatever they want. Demographics are a fascinating science. Why would the television cater to those who want fewer facts, less humanity, and more carnage, while newspapers strive to be complete, objective, and some even a bit optimistic? I don’t know the answer to this question, but I know what I want. I want facts, and I want lots of them. I want to be able to form my own opinion, and discuss it with other people who also form their own opinions from the same facts. I want to know what’s good about my country and my race, as well as what’s bad. I believe that humanity is inherently good, and mankind carries the seeds of something greater than we can realize. I want to see that face of humanity more than the evil of it. I want objectivity, not sensationalism. I want information, not streams of images moving too fast for me to comprehend. Thanks to the Tribune, I realize what it is that I want. I want Mr. Rogers. I want media that’s not afraid to discuss the issues, but discusses them openly, optimistically, and without feeling the need to cater to those who have the attention span of a goldfish. I want a medium that will, like Mr. Rogers, “dare to be calm.”
Epilogue
The professor’s comments at the end of the paper read “You have a great writing style, and I have to admit I laughed out loud a couple of times – a rare event in reading term papers. (Crying is somewhat more common – just kidding). Anyway, good discussion of your media experience.”
It has been replaced
Anybody remember this post? Well, I do, every time I want to do laundry.
Last week for Family Home Evening we ate at a place that we like, we may even love it (though we do not call it home, so it should have been called Family out evening). After we ate we decided to walk around a nearby store and see what we could see. Not really interested in spending any monies, we just wanted to walk off some of what we had eaten. Out of the blue, Jacob was pointing and telling mee to “Look!” It was the basket that I have not been able to find in this town for over a year. We bought two. And sooner rather than later they will be marked with our name so that if any leave our house for some reason, they will be able to come back home.
We still are not sure how the old basket walked off, or why, but we have replaced it. However, if it returns to us, we will welcome it into our home again, just as before. No questions asked, at least not too many questions asked.
Mother Nature is trying to make amends with mee
She was so unkind to me temperature-wise for so long. Today, though, was beautiful. It started with walking in the cold-cold to me, to most it was probably bearable. Then while Jacob was teaching, I worked on a Scripture Mastery project. And for our Family Home Evening we grilled hamburgers outside and pick-nicked in our yard. We listened to the Junior High track meet. Way to go Daniel D! Jacob said he heard that you placed. It was nice, until the sun went down and I started getting goose-bumps.
And because there has only been one guess on the quiz from last week, I am leaving it up for one more week.
Oh, I also wanted to share a lesson in keeping the Sabbath day Holy. Yesterday as we were leaving church the gas tank light came on. We decided that instead of purchasing more gas on Sunday we would hold out and trust we would be blessed for it. Even though Jacob had a home teaching appointment to drive to last evening. And I would need to drive across town early this morning before I could get gas. So after I did my walking thing this morning I went to start the car and it hesitated, but still got me over to Hy-Vee so that I could pay the electric bill and get a 15 cents/gallon off of my gas purchase. And then I was almost unable to start the car again to get to a gas pump, it was on what fumes were barely there still, but it made it to the pump, and I was able to fill up at $2.74/gallon. That is the best we have paid for gas in a long time.
Quiz 86
This is a piece of a bigger picture. I welcome one and all to guess at what it is. In one week, or so, I’ll give the answer, and post a new one. Good luck and may the guessing begin.
Esta es una parte de la foto grande. Hay que adivinar lo que es. En una semana mas o menos regreso con la respuesta y otra foto. ¡Suerte!
Quiz yes, photo no-ish
Here are my test results to a couple tests I have taken recently:
Created by Auto Insurance
Created by Oatmeal
How do you score?
The long awaited answer
This is from a marching band contest right after I chopped off my hair. For some reason I put the bandanna on my head. I thought I looked like a troll.
Good stuff
We have been busy, doing many things. Probably only interesting to us, maybe not. So a bit later I might bore you with the details. For now, though, I just want to share a video. This concert was on Sunday past. This is the son, Xavier, of our good friends, the Zahnle family. He also happens to be one of the percussion students Jacob teaches in the marching band. He won the Annual Young Artist Competition, and was therefore invited to perform with the Quincy Symphony. We sure are proud of this young man. So, without further ado:
Obechi: new game for iPhone/iPod touch
From the creators of the Flash sensation Boomshine comes a devious new game where hand/eye co-ordination and a lightning-quick reaction time spell the difference between success and failure. Hundreds of colorful particles floating in the ether – and it’s your job to put them all together. Click and hold down the mouse button to make a ring around the dots, and watch them all gather in the center. With every ring you create you’ll get closer and closer to your target… but miss the target, even by one, and the nucleus is ruined. How quickly can you complete all fifteen levels without making a single mistake? The challenge is on…
Danny Miller and I just released a new game for iPhone called Obechi. It’s a native iPhone version of the flash game at http://www.k2xl.com/games/obechi, and it’s quite addictive.
Find it on the iTunes App Store.
Quiz 85
This is a piece of a bigger picture. I welcome one and all to guess at what it is. In one week, or so, I’ll give the answer, and post a new one. Good luck and may the guessing begin.
Esta es una parte de la foto grande. Hay que adivinar lo que es. En una semana mas o menos regreso con la respuesta y otra foto. ¡Suerte!