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September 30, 2003

boobies!

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Everyone loves boobies and everyone loves charities. Combine those two things together and what do you get? Something where everyone wins!

Robyn has embarked upon her second year producing a Boobies for Charity Boobiethon.

That's a fun word to type. Boobies.

Last year, the Boobiethon raised $1250 for breast cancer research.

This year, the first $359 raised will go into a blogger's purse. Several people voted on suggested charities and the purse this year will go to Run For Their Lives - PAWS Chicago 8K. All additional proceeds will go towards the Susan B. Komen Breast Cancer Foundation.

You can participate by making a donation and showing off your boobies. Yes, you get to look at boobies while the 'thon is running. Blogger boobies, in fact. It's the least we can do for the philanthropists who donate to the cause.

Did I say we? Yes, I did. My boobies will appear there at some point. Anything for charity, I say.

Head over to the official Boobiethon site to get all the info you need, plus pretty buttons to use to link to the cause.

The action starts tomorrow, so get those boobs (guys welcome, too!) and the wallet ready.

toys for iraq update

I've been working hard - along with several other people who are working harder - to get a site up and running for the Chief Wiggles Toys for Iraq project. It's going to be huge. The support has been astounding.

As Dean says:

The non-profit corporation is up and we have our tax ID. We have the beginning page up and in place, and a domain registered and ready to go.

We think we have a hosting service, and may have our first sponsor.

We're hoping to open early next week.

Stay tuned.

idiot of the day, part two

Mepham coach apologizes.

Ok, I can't really figure out how this is an apology. Seems more like a "pass the buck" speech to me.

"I would apologize and say I'm sorry we couldn't take care of your son, but we did everything in our power to do so," Kevin McElroy said in a news conference, when asked what he would say to the victims' families

McElroy said he was disappointed that the accused players or the other members of the team did not immediately come forward. "They were responsible for reporting it to the coaching staff at least and do what was right, but instead they chose to do the wrong thing."

[His attorney] stressed that the older boys' families should be held accountable for the alleged actions of their sons. "The conduct of these students is not the product of anything they learned from the coaches," he said. "I think you should look to the parents to explain such vicious criminal acts by these young men."

In the official statement, he said:

We are confident when all voices are heard that the authorities will be empowered to make the proper judgements. As parents/educators, there is nothing more important than the well being of the boys who were victimized.

I'm glad his attorney was able to draft such a resounding apology for him. I'm sure the victims and their parents are rushing to the school to forgive him right now.

He owes the entire community an apology for the way he and his staff and his team behaved after the incident. And don't give me that crap about the kids not getting it from him. Sure, the parents are to blame as I've been saying all along, but I hardly think this coach is a paragon of virtue in the locker room and on the field.

idiot of the day

Presented without commentary. Because I'm busy.

A Texas high school has apologized after the school band waved a Nazi flag during a performance on Friday, the start of the Jewish New Year holiday of Rosh Hashana. “We had an error in judgment,” band director Charles Grissom told the Dallas Morning News.

[link via twenty different people]

sparky sterling: monkey at bat

Bruce Sterling is a monkey at a typewriter.

I was going to write a long screed about his idiotic "Ten Technologies That Deserve To Die" (prisons, DVDs, but Arbiter over at Spathic not only beat me to it, but really sunk some teeth into it.

And there is today's required reading. Go.

inquiring minds want to know

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I am home from work today because both DJ and I are sick.

I am NOT home because the Yankees start their playoff run at 1pm today.

It's just a great big coincidence.

Minnesota people? Care to wager?



I am going to take my sister's advice (in the comments) and not place any bets on this series.

Today's Mepham stories

[previous stories on this topic: Most recent and then here, here here here here here, here, here and here]


We'll start with this piece by Josh Plotnick of Cornell University. In it, Josh takes the whole town of Bellmore, Long Island (where Mepham High School is located) to task:

It is absolutely clear that good, family values are completely lacking in this Long Island community.....Bellmore residents need to question their own morals, and their own humanity. Because right now, my opinion is there is a lack of both.

There are 34,546 residents in Bellmore. The crime index there is, in all categories, below or on average with the rest of America. Can we really determine that an entire community is guilty just by the virtue of living in the same town as badly behaved boys and self-centered parents? If one person in a town commits a crime, does that mean the whole town committed it?

Perhaps it is just the school that has a bit of a behavior problem:

A former Mepham High School football player was arrested over the weekend in connection with a Labor Day assault that left the quarterback of a rival team badly injured, police said.

The player in question graduated in 2001. He played under the same coaches, beneath the same administration that exists today.

Of course, my contention that the problem lies within the school can be proved wrong just by extending the the search for blame to the parents of the students. We cannot blame a school for the way a parent raises their child. Still, I refuse to condemn the entire town because of one group of badly behaved boys and self-centered parents.

Today marks the day that the coaches of the accused players will finally speak out on the incident. Not by choice, of course. They will be facing a grand jury in Pennsylvania.

More people are coming forward to cooperate. Perhaps they have been shamed into talking. Perhaps they are just fearful of having to appear before a grand jury and they think that by talking to a police and/or a prosecutor they will be able to get away with that duty. Of course, once a prosecutor knows what a witness knows there is no way that witness, if his testimony will help the prosecution, will get away with speaking before the grand jury.

At some point today we may know what the coaches knew. It will also be interesting to see if anything comes out of the this information I gathered last week.

Either way, this case is much more complicated and drawn out than it had to be. It's the secrecy and the silence that has taken it this far.

Will the town suffer because of it? Will it forever be branded as that place where those boys did that thing? Can we really judge 34,000 residents by the behavior of 50 or so?

It all depends on how the media represents the community, of course. Because America, in its vastness, can only know what the media reports in a "small town" case like this.

You want to know about the good residents of Bellmore? Ask me. Ask some of them. Get out there and find the story. But don't assume, as Josh Plotnick of Cornell did, that the entire town is full of selfish, violent, arrogant boys and the parents who feed on those traits.

media manipulation in iraq

This will teach you to trust all the dreadful news coming out of Iraq.

[Transcript provided by Alan E. Brain.]

Australian reporter Gina Wilkinson, in this video shown on tv:

The missiles are filled with volatile rocket fuel and two hundred kilograms of high explosives. Locals fear their children could be injured or their homes destroyed by these deadly weapons.

The video shows two children playing near missiles as if they were part of a playground.

If you saw that video on the news, you would be saying things like "these soldiers don't care about the Iraqi children! Look at those kids, playing on missile launchers. Why doesn't anyone keep them away?"

Ah, but let's look at the uncut, unedited version of this videotape:

(trans)- You want to show the children on there?
Gina Wilkinson: Yeah, that would be good. Yeah, if they don't mind.
- (trans) You want them to stand over there to be filmed?- (trans) Come on sweetie. What's her name?- Noona
- (trans) I'm worried about them.- Sit. Sit on this.
- (trans) I'm worried about them.
- (trans) Sit on the edge.
Gina Wilkinson: Please God, don't let this thing explode now.

Here's the video.

[Read the entire transcript and the half-hearted clarification of the events here]

I wonder how much of the other dreadful news coming out of Iraq is staged or scripted. And this bit of deception leads one to wonder: how much of the good news is not recorded if they are spending so much time staging bad news?


September 29, 2003

how steve hogan ruined my appetite

Pork brains in milk gravy? Does such a thing really exist? And who eats it, zombie pigs?

There are plenty of digusting foods out there, but I don't think there are many companies that would dare to be so bold as to stick a name like Pork Brains In Milk Gravy right on the can.

They couldn't come up with something more creative? Pleasant Pork? Cream of Pig?

Eww. After further research I have come to the undeniable fact that this product really exists.

And I was wrong about Armour being the only company to so name a product.

Potted Meat Food Products by Hormel. Yes, that's the name on the can.
Pork Liver Paste

I think I may never eat again after seeing some of the stuff at the Potted Meat Museum.

Mmm...sheep tongue!

Novak-Gate: Q & A

Q: What sound does a scandal make as it loses steam?

A: PFFFFT.

Novak speaks

'Nobody in the Bush administration called me to leak this. In July I was interviewing a senior administration official on Ambassador Wilson's report when he told me the trip was inspired by his wife, a CIA employee working on weapons of mass destruction. Another senior official told me the same thing. As a professional journalist with 46 years experience in Washington I do not reveal confidential sources. When I called the CIA in July to confirm Mrs. Wilson's involvement in the mission for her husband -- he is a former Clinton administration official -- they asked me not to use her name, but never indicated it would endanger her or anybody else. According to a confidential source at the CIA, Mrs. Wilson was an analyst, not a spy, not a covert operator, and not in charge of undercover operatives'... [via Drudge]

An aside: The main reason I posted my feelings about this case (here) is because I knew I would get feedback. I've discovered that you learn a lot more from bloggers and blog readers than you do from the media. Sometimes I write because I know something, sometimes I write because I want to know something.

it's got a good beat and i can stick a thumbtack in it

Taking on VH1's list of the 50 best album covers all in one sitting would be daunting. I have too many complaints with their list, plus too many favorites of my own to list.

My criteria of what makes a good album cover is probably different than yours. As one who has been around since vinyl was the only choice in a record store, album covers mean a lot to me. I would often thumbtack the covers to my bedroom wall, leaving the album itself in its paper sleeve.

This is what I don't like about CDs; there's so little room for really good cover art. Even if a CD cover is striking or beautiful, it's still small. You can't stick a thumbtack in it and call it a wall decoration. You can't put a piece of tracing paper over it and try to copy all the intricate details. You don't get a really good idea of all the work that goes into the art that represents an album.

So, VH1's list. I suppose they have their reasons for picking the albums they did. I suppose some of them make statements and some of them are just eye candy and some of them are just porn lite. Are they pleasing to look at? For the most part. Are they works of art? Hardly any of them are, at least to my eye.

It would take too long to list all my favorite cover art here. Instead, I will share some of them with you every few posts. Please share your own favorites. In fact, if you send me a link to an image and write a little something on why it's one of your favorites, I'll post it.

The one above is from Stabbing Westward's Darkest Days, art by Dave McKean.

No, I'm not playing favorites just because McKean is my favorite album. It just happens to meet my criteria for choosing favorites: a) It qualifies as a piece of art; b)It is relevant to the music (though that's in they eye of the relevance-holder) and c), it's thumbtack worthy.

[you can see more of McKean's album art here]

here's to me, mrs. robinson

Once again, I was way ahead of a trend.

naming names: and thus ends 'no politics' day at ASV

I've spent the past two weeks taking high school kids to task for the wall of secrecy that is surrounding a sexual assualt/hazing case, so it stands to reason that I need to take the same stand with adults who run our country, and those who write about it.

and someone is going to take the blame. Something went wrong in the White HouseWhether or not the person who actually takes the blame is the real culprit or a fall guy, we may never know. No one is talking.

Let's suppose for a minute that Rove continues denying his involvement in this and eventually a low level White House staff member comes forward to admit he was the one who leaked the name.

That would still leave an important question to be answered: Why would a low-level employee have knowledge of such a CIA secret?

This is a serious matter that will only cause greater damage the longer it goes on. Will Novak name his source? Will the CIA go at this full tilt because it was their employee whose cover was blown? Will the remainder of Rove's employment in the current administration end up on the cutting room floor? Did Bush know anything?

There was a law broken here and someone has to face the fire because of it. The best thing this administration can do right now is cooperate instead of deny. I'm not saying confirm it, just don't deny it and make it a point to say how they are cooperating in the investigation and when the real evidence, and real name, comes out, that person needs to be dealt with by the criminal justice system of the United States of America.

Otherwise, this will be the story that could kill Bush. The more the White House goes into denial phase, the more they look like they are hiding something. If and when the truth comes out and it turns out all the wrong people knew about this, those acts of denial are going to push those poll numbers down to new lows.

Of course, if the truth comes out that Bush had nothing whatsoever to do with this, it will be too late to wipe off the pre-emptive stain that the anti-Bushers have thrown on him.

This is a win-win situation for the Dems. Someone is to blame and even if it isn't Bush, it's someone who works for him.

Meanwhile, Novak has the power to make all the speculation stop. It will be interesting to see how this plays out.

and the number one funny thing ever to happen in music

In regards to this post on VH1's list of funny music moments, and apropos to my making fun of David Lee Roth through the whole thing, I have discovered the specifics of what the "accident" that made Mr. Roth cancel his tour:

"It was an incident onstage where he was doing a kung fu maneuver and he got hit with a staff that he uses," spokesman Todd Brodginski said. "He was doing a very fast, complicated 15th-century samurai move."

The former Van Halen frontman needed 21 stitches on his face because of the Sept. 17 accident in Philadelphia. He called off seven dates in the tour of clubs and theaters because of the injury.

Beat that.

I can't stop laughing.

today's psas: french interview, mepham links

French novelist and essayist Maurice G. Dantec, has granted is interviewed by Merde in France. He discusses US-French relations, literature, and blogging.

Today's required reading. Go.

And, once more, for those coming here from various links, my posts on the Mepham hazing areToday's and then here, here here here here here, here, here and here.

Monday fluff: VH1's list fetish

I woke up in a great mood today and lest I tempt fate and the Gods of Mood Swings, I am going to do my best today to stay away from politics, war, etc. and I'm certainly going to scrap that post on religion I had ready to go. All filler, no killer. Until I read a story somewhere that pisses me off.

Until then, we have non-political (though not non-controversial) things to get on with, for instance: How VH1's Listmaking Is Getting Out Of Hand.

I had to make a decision. Do I take issue with VH1's list of best album covers ever (Born In The USA? Please, spare me) or with their Funniest Music Moments list?

Well, the album covers list would require research, as I can probably come up with 50 pieces of cover art that are infinitely better than anything on their list. So we'll stick with the funny.

Right away, I see a problem on this list.

50. American Idol - Bad Auditions There's a big difference between funny and pathetic.

48. David Lee Roth - "Just A Gigolo" Video See number 50.

35. Tom Green - "My Bum" Song Sigh. See number 50.

Now, judging from the number of recent (meaning post-funny) Saturday Night Live sketches in the top 50, and considering how long the concepts of both music and funny have been around, one would be inclined to believe that the inclusion of all those lame-ass skits is what one would call product placement.

I do agree with a good portion of the list: Spinal Tap, Doggy Fizzle Televizzle, Homerpalooza, South Park, Ren and Stimpy, to name a few. I do think their choice of Beavis and Butthead's moment with Cher is all wrong; the duo's video reviews were much funnier and much more quotable. But Cher is VH1 friendly and they can show the video after they guffaw over it's funniness, so Cher it is. The obviousness that the list was molded to fit around VH1 programming should really go without saying. So, I said it anyhow. Sue me.

Like I was saying, I'm sure we could come up with funnier moments than more than half of VH1's list. Of course, their idea of funny and my idea of funny are two different things:


  • Fred Durst thinks he has talent (tied with Fred Durst, heartbroken over being used by Britney Spears, falls in love with Halle Berry).

  • Madonna goes on living as if she still has a relevant career.

  • Dashboard Confessional (tied with: people crying in the audience at Dashboard Confessional concerts)

  • Hair Metal. Specifically, Men armed with six gallon jugs of Aqua-Net and wearing leopard-motif spandex singing about how much they love girls.

  • The Dixie Chicks claiming they are a rock act.

  • Bruce Willis embarking on a singing career.

  • Jewel's poetry.

  • Post-crack Whitney Houston.

  • The SNL skit where Paul McCartney and Stevie Wonder get together and record a record called Ebony and Ivory. Oh, wait. That was real.

  • The 1988 Grammies when ODB ran up on stage and screamed, “Wu-Tang is for the children. We teach the children!"

  • David Lee Roth in assless pants.

  • David Lee Roth: hair plugs.

  • 2003: David Lee Roth smashing his face open on stage doing a stunt leftover from 1984 and having to cancel his tour.

  • David Lee Roth.

I think you get the point. Your turn. And don't piss me off or I'll have to start posting about politics again to get my aggression out.


ironic news of the day

Justin Timberlake wins black music award.

Quick, someone call Eminem's agent. I bet he's pissed.

When you're done pondering just what that says about the state of R&B, go over and stare at Kelley's large sac. Damn thing just keeps growing. I may make fun of Kelley's sac every week but I am serious when I say to go check it out. It's the Reader's Digest version of what's gone on in the blogosphere the past week. People don't submit these things; Kelley does all the footwork herself.

i dream of blogging and other unnatural disasters

The horrifying part of the dream was not that we were under attack; I dream that often. It wasn't even the way the attackers were marching down the street in formation, guns pointed, the desire to kill in their eyes.

It wasn't even the way we had to board up our houses to protect ourselves against these terrorists, or that I couldn't get to my kids, who were in the boarded up house next door without any adults to comfort them.

It wasn't the helicopters and warplanes zooming overhead, showering the street with fire and brimstone, nor was it the realization that we were all very close to dying in a most gruesome way.

The horrifying part was this: my insane obsession with blogging the whole thing.

As the streets ran with liquid fire and as my neighbors went down in a hail of poisoned bullets, I darted from house to house, looking for a way into any of them so I could get to a computer and blog what was happening in my town. I snapped pictures of enemy soldiers walking towards me with futurized weapons pointed at me. I hid in a garden, laying on my back with my camera pointed upwards, taking panoramic shots of the underbellies of huge flying machines that poured molten lava on top of my parents' home.

I went from house to house, trying to find a computer whose modem wasn't already down. I had to blog this. I had to post those pictures.

I emailed Glenn Reynolds to tell him what was going on. I emailed Ken Layne and even Hesiod and then I emailed Strongbad. I told them they needed to post my blog entry for me. I was obsessed.

And then, the sky fell and with it fell Arafat and Wesley Clark and they were holding hands and praying. They fell in the river of molten lava that my street had become and swam as if they were in a pleasant lakeside retreat. They each had a tropical drink floating on a tray next to them.

As the world around me burned and crumbled and the screams of my dying neighbors and crying children surrounded me, all I could think of was the hits I would get from blogging a first hand account of this disaster.

And then I threw up on a rose bush. I saw the face of Hilary Clinton in my blood-tinged vomit and I woke up, sweating, panicky and digusted with myself.


September 28, 2003

your mission

Should you choose to accept it....

Is to partipate in a lmy new blogging game, Pre-Emptive PMS Panacea.

Tired of the Friday Five? Had it with the Saturday Scruples? Bored with the Tuesday Tits?

Fooled you. There are no Tuesday Tits. That's Thursdays, you silly rabbits.

Well, I've never participated in any of those daily question things because I never, ever run out of things to blog about. Ok, so I do, but that's where Thursday Tits comes into play.

Yes, getting to the point.

Go to this post, where I asked for song lyrics that ask questions. Pick three questions from the comments and answer them to the best of your creative ability.

I'll accept answers all week and post them as I see fit.

The winner is the one who makes me laugh the loudest, and your prize is that you save all of humanity from the dreaded, feared and fully flammable case of PMS that is about to hit in 5....4...3..2....

Hey, I just got the urge to kick a puppy.

Mission on.

Psa

For all those emailing and for the Google searchers, here are the links to my posts on the Mepham hazing.

Today's and then here, here here here here here, here, here and here.

and another one gone, and another one gone (updated)

This is getting ridiculous. Everyone with a SAG card should be worried.

Elia Kazan dead.

At least he made it all the way to 94, unlike the past few who dropped in their 50's. Here's his pedigree.

He was an author, director, actor and producer and Oscar winner.. He also squealed on some of his fellow Hollywood brethen during the McCarthy years. Which, of course, does not take away from his vast talents at all.

Go rent: On The Waterfront

Althea Gibson, the first black tennis star, has died. She was 76.

I think I could just make a hobby out of sitting her reloading Fark every few minutes to see whose turn comes up in the wheel of death.

How soon is now?

I've always wanted to make one of those little quizzes like Friday Five or Tuesday Torturings or Sunday Snoozefest. But I wanted to make a quiz that only asked questions that have been asked in song lyrics.

Do you know the way to San Jose?

What have I done to deserve this?

Why can't we be friends?

I know there are a million of songs like that, but I can't think of any so I thought it would be fun to ask you to do the work for me and list any songs that ask questions. Doesn't have to be the title, but it's preferable that it is.

I appreciate your efforts in my great attempt to take over the Ask A Million Questions meme. It's really not an attempt to keep you all interested while I go about the business of working on another website and/or gathering links and facts for my upcoming series on the the life of awkward teenage circus contorionists with acne.

Questions, lyrics. Get singing.

good morning, hesiod

This link is for Hesiod:

Bush Administration Is Focus of Inquiry: CIA Agent's Identity Was Leaked to Media

At CIA Director George J. Tenet's request, the Justice Department is looking into an allegation that administration officials leaked the name of an undercover CIA officer to a journalist, government sources said yesterday.

The operative's identity was published in July after her husband, former U.S. ambassador Joseph C. Wilson IV, publicly challenged President Bush's claim that Iraq had tried to buy "yellowcake" uranium ore from Africa for possible use in nuclear weapons. Bush later backed away from the claim.

Ok, Hesiod. I'll give a comment here, but it's probably not what you were looking for.

If the inquiry proves that this is true, it's appalling. Not to mention a crime.

That's all I'm going to say on this for now. It's Sunday and my son has challenged me to a video-game playoff at the Arcade.

I'll be Bush, he'll be Dean. We'll see who wins.

the protesters' own quagmire

Thinking about some things just makes my brain hurt. For instance:

Protests around the world on Saturday called for an end to the US-led occupation of Iraq and Israel's claims on Palestinian territories.

In London, about 20,000 people were estimated by police to have demonstrated against continuing military involvement in Iraq.


So, these people spend months and months claiming that the Iraq war is quagmire and now they want us to just pull out and go home, leaving the Iraqi people to stumble around in the darkness of that quagmire.

Of course, if we did that, the moonbats would spend the next few months staging protests against America for leaving the Iraqi people so vulnerable.

Wouldn't pulling out of Iraq now only hurt the people there? Wouldn't the rebels who still worship Saddam just take over, instill Islamic law, rule by torture and put the fear of Saddam's legacy back into the citizens?

The lack of patience on the part of the protesters is astounding. How quickly did they think democracy would happen? Free countries are not built in day, not even in a year. They refuse to see any of the good that is happening in Iraq and instead focus on bad news only.

Protesting a war that has already taken place is counter productive to the rebuilding that comes after.

Then again, these idiots never cared about the Iraqi people at all. They only care about their own agenda, which is to see Bush and his administration fail at all costs, even at the cost of lives and peace.

today's mepham coverage

[Previous entries on the Mepham hazing are here, here here here here here, here, here and here.]

We start with Newsday's Paul Vitello, who has been covering the human interest aspect of the case.

The comparisons to the Catholic Church's sexual abuse scandal are hard to resist.

In both, there is a religion at the heart of an afflicted institution - Catholicism and football - and in both, the religion itself is not the issue.

The issue shared by both scandals is a self-protecting silence at the core that permits children to be hurt.

This is an idea that has been running like a small current of electricity through my mind, prodding my like a tazer every once in a while.

Trust - the one thing that kids almost instinctively give to those who are supposed to protect and nurture them. You trust you parents, your teachers, your clergyman, your coach.

So when something bad happens to a child on their watch, one could assume they feel let down. They perhaps lose a little bit of that trust. Imagine that poor child now put in the position of knowing that the person who was supposed to watch out and care for him is complicit in that something bad. Silence does equal complicity.

Almost a month after the crimes took place in a closed universe of 60 players and five coaches in a few small buildings in the middle of the woods, the Pennsylvania state police still don't have what they consider enough supporting testimony to bring charges.

The only word for that is shameful.

Moving on to the Newsday sports section, Steve Jacobson takes on the case.

Jacobson also bring religion into the mix:

I much prefer conversation with Msgr. Tom Hartman of "The God Squad" telling me, "Keep on this. We need to say, 'Never again.'"

If not now, when? The subject should have been on every pulpit on Long Island last weekend. Clergy and social workers are obligated to know what's in children's heads, and sports occupies a large space. It's not enough for church, synagogue or mosque to say this incident is not in the curriculum. Teachers are taught that the first rule is to make things relevant. Here it is.

He's right. Other schools should be talking about this. Coaches of sports teams across the Island - hell, across the country - should be using the Mepham incident to teach some valuable lessons to their athletes.

And let's not stop at athletes, take it to all the students. As much as so many columnists are harping on the "football mentality" of the hazers, this is not something that is specific to sports. Go back and look at the links I posted yesterday. Hazing is prevelant in all forms of school structure.

Selena Roberts of the New York Times:

But long before the woes of technology, and the detachment of stressed-out parents, there was the culture of the locker room. To understand how much courage it takes to come forward, imagine the consequences for breaking the boundaries of a distorted team concept.

This is not Mepham; this is everywhere, at levels far above prep.

Roberts then lists several instances in pro sports where silence was the rule of the day.

I think columnists are doing a great disservice to the Mepham community and their readers at large by making this a locker-room mentality issue. Hazing is an epidemic. Hazing is about power, and it's not only football players who seek that power over others. Even within the geekiest of fraternities, there are hazing rituals that would stand your hair on end.

Make it relevant, as Steve Jacobson said. Use this story as a starting point to talk to your kids, your students, your friends. Ask them, what would you do in this situation? Ask, how can we make sure this never happens to in our district, to our kids?

Newsday has a related story today on overnight school trips:

Educators in many districts said the Mepham incident has spurred them to review their field trip policies. Chaperoning ratios, tightly booked itineraries and firm communication with students and parents are strategies they have used to ensure student safety on overnight trips.

My own daughter, only 13, is going on a three-day, two-night trip to Washington D.C. in November with her class. Am I worried? Of course I am, what mother wouldn't worry?

But you bet I am going to take this Mepham case and make it relevant. We not only learn from our own mistakes, but from the mistakes of others.

famous last words

Donald O'Connor, on his deathbed:

"I'd like to thank the Academy for my lifetime achievement award that I will eventually get."

If you've never seen Singin' in the Rain, go rent it, just for O'Connor's Make 'em Laugh.

September 27, 2003

comment spammers beware

I am devoting the rest of my waking life to tracking down and maiming the person who keeps spamming my comments with ads.

I have already banned eleven IPs. This guy seems to be working with a team.

Do you hear me, asswipe? I will find you. And, as has become my standard, I trail you, follow you home, piss in your garden and barbecue your cat for dinner. And that's just for starters.

If that fails, I'll just put a hex on you.

UPDATE: These are the IPs I've banned just today. Commit them to memory, bloggers.

212.179.192.76, 80.14.97.44, 68.211.236.172, 68.153.65.193, 80.50.242.152,
166.180.133.53, 66.75.80.169, 63.155.192.3, 24.184.91.227, 216.145.86.238
61.181.5.155

Just added: 208.147.1.4


sidetracked

I finally got around to starting Ender's Game today.

Just as a way of explanation for my absence today. Meaning, I can't put the book down.

playing the part of reporter

I decided to act the part of investigative reporter and came up with a very interesting - and very disturbing - story. Sources will remain unnamed for now and forever. Sources were present at the Nassau County Courthouse yesterday, in the vicinity of people involved in the Mepham hazing hearing. Sources are not employees of Nassau County court or any court.

Two Pennsylvania residents, a husband and wife who live next door to the football camp where the abuse took place, have stepped forward to say that they heard screaming coming from the camp the night of the alleged attacks. They went to the camp to investigate and managed to gain entrance to the area where the dorms are, and where the rather distressed screaming was coming from.

After they called the police, they tried to get into the dorms to see what was going on, and they were stopped by two coaches who said they would handle whatever was going on.

Which means, if the story is true and I have no reason to believe it is not, that the coaches absolutely had knowledge of what went on that night. Heads are going to roll over this. As well they should.

Now, I'm sure most of you are pretty bored with my repeated posts on this issue, but there are some people who are very interested in this.

As I was Googling for hazing stories, I hit upon a blog I know and read; it seems Christine of Color Me Pink was the cousin of Chuck Stenzel, a young man who died as a result of hazing and who is mentioned in the footnotes of the post below. Chuck was from Long Island and I remember his story as if it happened last week, not 25 long years ago. Finding out that he was related to someone I know, even if just through reading her blog, just made me more determined to keep talking about this. It matters to some people. It matters a lot. It make not make one difference in the world that I write about this every day. Perhaps I will educate someone, perhaps I will just piss others off. I just want to make everyone - students, parents and teachers alike - think.

The Mepham story; a short history of hazing

[this is a pretty long piece, there's even footnotes; I've put most of it in the extended entry. It would probably be easier to read by clicking on this permalink]

[Previous entries on the Mepham hazing are here here here here, here, here and here.]

Let's begin with the newest developments in the Mepham hazing. More importan than the hearing that took place yesterday is this telling paragraph from a New York Post article:

When three Long Island junior varsity football players were allegedly sodomized by three older players in a hazing ritual last month, an audience of as many as 15 other team members - some of whom were cheering - watched the assault, a lawyer in the case said yesterday.

Most of those witnesses, students at Mepham HS in Bellmore, have still not come forward after the attack during football camp in Wayne County.

This is not a case a three young men gone wrong; it's a case of mob mentality and entire group of people who make up that mob, and the culture that exists in that group.

Out of 15 people who watched, most of them have still not come forward. Knowing what they know - that one of the victims of the "hazingA" needed surgery to repair the damage; that what happened was not just a hazing but a series of crimes; that it's no longer a school district issue but involves police and courts, it is astounding that these people are not being more forthcoming with the details of what happened that night in Pennsylvania.

We need to ask two basic why? questions here: Why did these boys feel it was okay to perform these acts upon their younger teammates and why are most of the events still shrouded in mystery?

I had a conversation with a relative last night; he insists that the assaults were a sexual act and the boys who committed them - indeed, anyone who has committed a sexual assault such as those - have some kind of inferiority complex when it comes to sex or some deep rooted mental/sexual dysfuction. I vehemently disagreed with. An assault like a hazing that comes in the form of a sexual attack is about power and humiliation. It has nothing to do with sex at all. It's about making the victim feel as if he is powerless, a lesser being. It is to show that power is might and to establish some sort of bizarre pecking order within a group.

Why the witnesses remain silent is part of that order. If one wants to retain their established place in the heirarchy of the group, they must consent to what the group does; in a situation like this, if even one person performs the act, it's as if the whole group has performed it. To squeal on the person actually holding the instrument of assault is to squeal on yourself and to disturb the power that exists between all of those present.

Of course, there is fear. What will happen if a person tells? Will the group come after them? Will they be ridiculed, mocked or perhaps even beaten? Will they, in turn, end up on the receiving end of the art of power of humiliation the way the original victims did? People in this situation tend to not think of how their actions will affect those outside of their group; they think only of the direct affect on themselves, their immediate peers and their place in the hierarchy.

Hazing, criminal or otherwise, is not limited to those who are part of athletic teams. Hazing happens in fraternities and sororities, whithin informal cliques in high school and within the military.

Here is a chronology of hazing incidents within athletics, dating back to 19031 and occurring as recently as 20022.

Recorded hazings by non-athletic team members goes back as many years, these examples stretching from 1903 to present. Even in long ago history, we see the same denial from school officials as we see now3 and. more recently, the same refusal from some students, even the victims, to press charges or come forward4.

As you can see if you view this list, as the years went on, injurious or violent hazing became more frequent and more demeaning and intrusive in nature.

Even as the rituals of hazing, specifically in college fraternities, became more public, and the dangers of the rituals were spelled out in no uncertain terms as a rash of hazing-related deaths occurred, the acts of violence and humiliation continued. Laws that were passed against hazing in various states did no good simply because most of the people that commit these acts feel they are above the law; it's what made them the fearless leaders of their groups to begin with. Grass-roots orginizations, most founded by parents of hazing victims, sprouted up with regularity.

It's a sad testament to the widespread practice of hazing rituals that sites such as StopHazing.org need to exist, and that they are filled with so many stories, links and articles on vicious, violent and sometimes deadly incidents. How can a practice that has received so much negative media attention and resulted in so many deaths and injuries, not to mention psychological damage, still exist in such blatant form today?

40 out of 50 states have hazing statutes. In many states, including New York, the punishment for breaking these laws do not reflect the seriousness of the crimes. Also, in review of these statutes, too many of them automatically link hazing with drinking. While that is a big problem on college campuses - and these hazing often result in death5 or severe damage - in high schools most of the acts are ones of violence and have little to do with alcohol.

Does the real crux of the problem lie within the schools, the parents or those who commit the acts? Parents who are complicit in hazing, or those who remain silent, keeping their knowledge of incidents away from authorities, they are just as guilty as their children. When school admistrators adopt a kids-will-be-kids attitude or deny any charges against their students, they too are guilty.

Which brings us back to the Mepham story. Yesterday, Nassau County Court Judge Donald E. Belfi oversaw the hearing in which twelve people involved in the hazing agreed to appear before a Pennsylvania grand jury investigating the case. Belfi made a statement afterwards, saying, "Authorities are willing to accept any complaints ... as to any schools in Nassau County or anywhere else [on Long Island]," and his law clerk stated that the judge believes that if this happened in one school, it is happening in others.

Pennsylvania prosecutors were forced to issue subpoenas for witnesses and administrators to appear next week before a grand jury due to the relctuance, or outright unwillingness, of most of those witnesses to speak up, speak out and tell the truth about what went on at football camp.

There is an awful lot of blame to be passed around here and we should not forget that even though the parents and school officials and football staff all share a responsibility in this, it is ultimately the three young men who physically committed the acts that need to be held responsible for their actions. The rest can fall in line after that is done.

I believe that no amount of publicity, no lectures or articles or videotaped interviews of kids who have been victims of hazing before will every stop this practice from taking place within our schools. Some kids are unreachable. Some parents are oblivious. Some teachers are cowards. It's sad, but it's true. There will always be those who have the power and those who are subject to that power. How do we undo this? How can we, those who know better, those who care enough, ever reach the parents and kids and administrators who turn a blind eye to all that is going on around them or even encourage it?

The simple yet daunting answer is, we can't. Somehow, this has all become a nearly acceptable part of our society. While hazing is by no means a new fashion, we did not do ourselves a service by spending most of the late 80's and early 90's creating self-esteem monsters.

[To be continued]


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FOOTNOTES


ADefinition of hazing as described by the Fraternity Insurance Purchasing Group:

"Any action taken or situation created, intentionally, whether on or off fraternity premises, to produce mental or physical discomfort, embarrassment, harassment, or ridicule. Such activities may include but are not limited to the following: use of alcohol; paddling in any form; creation of excessive fatigue; physical and psychological shocks; quests, treasure hunts, scavenger hunts, road trips or any other such activities carried on outside or inside of the confines of the chapter house; wearing of public apparel which is conspicuous and not normally in good taste; engaging in public stunts and buffoonery; morally degrading or humiliating games and activities; and any other activities which are not consistent with fraternal law, ritual or policy or the regulations and policies of the educational institution."

"1. If you have to ask if it's hazing, it is. 2. If in doubt, call your advisor/coach/national office. If you won't pick up the phone, you have your answer. Don't B.S. yourself.' 3. If you haze, you have low self-esteem. 4. If you allow hazing to occur, you are a 'hazing enabler.' 5. Failure to stop hazing will result in death..."


11923 Hobart College (New York): Two senior football players were expelled after freshman Lloyd Hyde was beaten and thrown into Seneca Lake.


22002 New London High School; Wrestling Team (Ohio):A 14-year old player's statement that he was sodomized with fingers by teammates is under investigation

31917 New York Military Academy (Cornwall, NY): Student Bertram Haigh contended his hearing loss in his right ear was a result of hazing. The school superintendent said Haigh's hearing loss was caused by an infection before he came to the academy.

4 1984 Hamden High School (New Haven, CT): Although 17-year-old Todd Depino was paddled so hard and often that he was hospitalized and his skin was discolored, he refused to turn in the hazers.


5February 24, 1978: Alfred University, New York: Chuck Stenzel was kidnapped from his dorm, locked in a car trunk in freezing weather with the other pledges, and forced to consume a lethal mix of bourbon, wine and beer. Chuck was dead within hours due to acute alcohol poisoning and exposure to cold.

September 26, 2003

and another one bites the dust

Detective Encyclopedia Brown Found Dead In Dumpster

>Detective Brown's death is a great loss," said Idaville Police Commissioner Rupert "Bugs" Meany, a longtime critic of Brown's unorthodox investigative technique who nevertheless appeared to be shaken by the murder. "Thanks to him, Idaville has the highest arrest-to-conviction-due-to-obscure-trivia rate in the nation. I believe I speak for everyone in Idaville when I say that Encyclopedia Brown was truly the greatest sleuth in sneakers."

I don't believe anything Meany says. He's wanted Brown dead since they were kids.

And really, how does the town bully and village idiot grow up to be Police Commissioner anyhow? Hello, corruption!

I think I'll take this case on as soon as I finish The Case Of The Missing Blogger.

RIP, Detective Brown.

[thanks to Alex for the link]

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L'shanah tovah. Happy New Year to all my Jewish friends. May Israel remain peaceful for the holidays and may your year be filled with prosperity, love and hope.





I will be joining my family for our annual Rosh Hashanah dinner (for my brother-in-law, whose family is in Florida). I'll be back later on tonight.

trifecta

Playwright Herb Gardner, author of I'm Not Rappaport, died today.

He also had very bit part in Ishtar, and wrote some stories for the feel-good-about-yourself hit of the 70's, Free To Be You And Me.

Next?

somebody keep on eye on the pope

First there were the Johns: John Ritter and Johnny Cash.

Now there are the P's: Palmer and Plimpton.

P stands for Pope. The Pope's name is John. See where I'm going with this?

Can we quickly change Arafat's name to John Price?

George Plimpton's greatest line?

For those who asked about the George Plimpton/hot plate reference in the comments below (and shame on those who did):

I'm Spelling As Fast As I Can Simpsons episode #303

Lisa, tempted by George Plimpton's offer to "guarantee you a scholarship to the Seven Sisters college of your choice" (plus a George Plimpton - endorsed hot plate) if she takes a dive in the Spelllympics finals, dreams of meeting the colleges personified à la the Muses of Greek mythology.

BARNARD (wearing glasses): We are the Seven Sisters. And you can attend any one of us! Like Barnard, Columbia's "girl next door."

RADCLIFFE: Come to Radcliffe and meet Harvard men.

WELLESLEY: Or come to Wellesley and marry them.

MOUNT HOLYOKE (slurring, champagne glass in hand): No. Party with me! (Falls face first.)

VASSAR: Or nonconform with me! (Raises arms, reveals hairy armpits.)

LISA: Uh . . .

SMITH (muscular, carries lacrosse stick, husky voice): Play lacrosse with me!

BRYN MAWR: Or explore with me! (She and SMITH kiss with passion.)

LISA: No, I don't want to pay for college by throwing a spelling bee!

SISTERS (in unison): Give in, Lisa! Get a free ride!

PLIMPTON: And a hot plate!

SISTERS (holding hands and dancing in a circle around Lisa): Free ride! Free ride! Free ride!

PLIMPTON: And a hot plate!

(LISA wakes up screaming.)

[copied and pasted from electric tao]

just call me the obituary writer of the blogosphere

What the hell is going on? This is my third obituary in less than 12 hours.*

plimpton.jpgOne of the most colorful figures in all of literature, George Plimpton, has died.

Aside from founding Paris Review and wri