I'm into this artist's work. Chris Jordan uses photo illustration to convey large, abstract statistical numbers.

For instance, Americans use 2 million plastic beverage bottles every five minutes. So there is one big-ass photograph that shows 2 million bottles. Another shows 426,000 cell phones (the number discarded every day in the U.S.) another shows 29,569 handguns (the number of gun-related deaths in the U.S. each year) and on and on.

Smart, effective, if it looks this good on my monitor, I can't imagine how intense these must be at full size.

Two things:

1) Last night I took the last class of my undergraduate career. After I pay the school that outstanding $0.75, I should be receiving my degree in journalism.

2) So, a degree in journalism...from today's Los Angeles Times:

James Macpherson, editor and publisher of the Pasadena Now website, hired two reporters last weekend to cover the Pasadena City Council. One lives in Mumbai and will be paid $12,000 a year. The other will work in Bangalore for $7,200.

The council broadcasts its meetings on the Web. From nearly 9,000 miles away, the outsourced journalists plan to watch, then write their stories while their boss sleeps — India is 12.5 hours ahead of Pacific Standard Time.

"A lot of the routine stuff we do can be done by really talented people in another time zone at much lower wages," said Macpherson, 51, who used to run a clothing business with manufacturing help from Vietnam and India.

One of the ideas that they really hammer in journalism school is the evil of PR. I have heard relatively little about public officials or corporate executives who may mislead reporters but I've heard a lot about the inherent wickedness of the press kit.

The press kit, for those who don't know, is to journalism what Lunchables are to a meal. A press kit has some pictures, video or sound if that's appropriate for the recipient, and a complete pre-packaged story, ready to go.

Using the packaged story is way bad in journalism circles, but it's frowned upon to use any of the other materials as well-the pictures, the video, the audio, etc. Because then you are buying into the agenda as packaged by the PR firm. You will hear a lot of high minded talk about this, talk that I agree with, actually. Uncritical use of the press kit is sloppy, it gives away a free advertisement, and it gives the imprimatur of authority to the idea being promoted in the press kit. If a political campaign sent a press kit with video showing the candidate discussing a proposal, television stations would be right to ignore it.

Sorry for all the set-up because the idea I want to bring up is Cho Seung-Hui and the Virginia nightmare shootings. I hadn't thought about it this way until listening to Tom Zengotita on the radio who described the package that Cho Seung-Hui sent to NBC as being a press kit.

So:

1. Is it okay to use a press kit in your legit journalism as long as it comes from a batshit crazy dude and not from, say, GE?
2. Batshit crazy killer dudes make press kits nowadays?
   

I realize that the world does not need yet one more blogger weighing in on Don Imus but these two things are on my mind so I'm putting them down here:

1)I am fully aware that one can turn on the radio and find any number of ineptly-bleeped mentions of hoes, nappy headedness, etc. in contemporary popular music. This, to me, is an unconvincing line of argument.

If you make fun of your mother, that's your business. If I make fun of your mother, you are likely to take offense. This is intellectually inconsistent, but it's also human nature. To observe that the rules are different for, say, Li'l Kim and Don Imus when discussing black women and their hair or alleged sexual procilivities is to betray a lack of understanding about basic human nature. Inside the group-say what you want about the group; outside the group-show some respect, no matter how insincere.

2)This is not a freedom of speech issue. Don Imus is absolutely entitled to make a ginormous sign decrying nappy headed hoes and join the other goofballs on, say, Michigan Avenue like the guy with the meticulously lettered signs that explain why it is that Hillary Clinton is, in fact, a clone working on behalf of the Russians or the guy who wears a propeller beanie and waves his "Hi" sign at me when I'm in a bad mood. Don Imus can act like that guy on State Street who stands with a loudspeaker in front of the Old Navy railing against sodomites. Don Imus can even act like Louis Farrakhan and rent out baskeball arenas to talk about whatever reprehensible garbage he wants to talk about. He's entitled to do all of those things.

But he is not entitled to have a radio show or a television show. No one is entitled to have a radio show or a television show, not Ann Coulter, not Michael Moore, nobody.

People who find Don Imus offensive don't have to just wait around for their diminished attention to reflect itself in the arbitron ratings, they are entitled to protest, to give fair warning to sponsors that they face backlash and boycott. It's a business matter, not a free speech matter.

Disney is offering commitment ceremonies for gay couples and I haven't even bothered to Google this, I just assume that the religious right has called for public action against Disney, it's corporate parent, the sponsors, etc. You think Disney hasn't taken that into consideration? Disney clearly thinks that the money to be made from same-sex couples eager for a Little Mermaid ceremony outweighs the losses from people protesting same. It's lovely to think that this represents a deeply principled stand on the part of Disney but I don't think that's the case.

CBS and MSNBC took the pulse and decided that, as a matter of fact, they didn't think that there was enough money from the pro-Imus folks to outweigh the negative baggage that comes from Imus's history of offensive talk. They made a business decision, in the same way that the companies who broadcast Rush Limbaugh made a business decision after, say, Limbaugh made fun of Michael J. Fox and shrugged.

Last week was spring break so I should have been a blogging fiend but no such luck. Seven weeks until I am a degreed bachelor and until then, here's a handy quote:

"You must sleep some time between lunch and dinner, and no half-way measures. Take off your clothes and get into bed. That's what I always do. Don't think you will be doing less work because you sleep during the day. That's a foolish notion held by people who have no imagination. You will be able to accomplish more. You get two days in one - well, at least one and a half, I'm sure. When the war started, I had to sleep during the day because that was the only way I could cope with my responsibilities."

- Winston Churchill

Alex is in town and we spent a good chunk of last night discussing the upcoming Chicago mayoral election. Alex's question was, if Daley's administration is so corrupt, why is he such a shoo-in for re-election?

I guess I've gone native because 1)The question seemed strange to me-corruption? Yeah, so what's your point? and 2)I compared it to Clinton/Lewinsky where part of the country was outraged that he got blowjobs and lied about it and the rest of the country shrugged and ignored it. But it's one thing to cheat on your wife and another thing to oversee tons of graft, a crumbling mass-transit system and wretched public schools, to name three things off the top of my head.

The aldermen are up for election as well and this year, according to the LA Times, (and why do I have to go there to read the story rather than locally?) there are 4 guys on the ballot who were aldermen, got arrested and served jail time for political corruption and now are out of jail, running again.

Fun fact from the story: Chicago has more FBI corruption investigation units than any other city. We're number 1! We're number 1!

Okay, they closed down Lakeshore Drive because of the snow and sent us home from school. If not a snowpacalypse then perhaps a major snowfu.

Snow! Yes, to the apparent shock of everyone with a media job in Chicago, it snows here! Sometimes quite a lot! Or, as the Daily Southtown put it:

Snowmageddon has arrived!

Goodbye Anna Nicole. It seems to me you lived your life like a candle being urinated on by a drunken frat boy.

I hope things work out better for you in the next world. This one seemed pretty rough.

Find your own pose!

I suck at predicting the future. For instance, there was a period last spring where I went on and on to my dad and brother about how I thought Joe Biden really seemed plausible as a candidate for president. Although while on the presidential timeline, I'm going to say that McCain will exit the race because of his role in the S&L crisis of the late 80's, not because of Iraq or being insufficiently conservative for the wackos or whatever.

If you had told me a year ago that I would not only run for exercise but that I would be so eager to run on a Friday evening after a stressful week that I would brave 6 degrees Farenheit (before calculating the considerable wind) to do it, I would not believe that prediction. Nevertheless that is what I did yesterday.

I did stop on my way home from work at a yuppie but not dreadful Army Navy store for one of those ninja mask thingies. The clerk was not a dick when I kept calling it a "baklava" which I think is a prudent approach for someone selling a $30 piece of lycra.

I saw the play Fat Pig last weekend and it's taken me a while to process it. It 's by Neil LaBute and it turns out he's one of those artists that people have a definite opinion about. This opinion is very often, "Ugh, no." I can understand why someone would think that although I find him entertaining although I don't wish he and I could hang out or anything.

The play is about a guy who falls in love with a woman who is really fat. His friends, who were mean to him before this woman, become especially mean once they find out that she is fat. It's a bit much to label this a "spoiler" but he dumps her so that he can be lonely instead of teased. The End.

I have been thinking of this as "Goddamn you fat woman for being so desirable, yet fat!" and one more example of LaBute's, uh, conflicted feelings towards women. But I've realized, after just reading the introduction to the published version of the script, that he himself is considerably overweight which is both stressful and also a point of pride because he believes that his writing and his girth are interconnected somehow. Kind of like artists being enamored of bourbon as a muse or Camel Lights but for him it's Pringles. So now I've refined my opinion as "Women should really restrain themselves because they'll get fat but I don't want to restrain myself because it's restraining."