Archive for August, 2007

Column: To quote or not to quote

Monday, August 27th, 2007

So what did Clinton Portis really say?

According to Mark Liberman, a University of Pennsylvania linguist who hangs out at the blog Language Log, the Redskins running back said during a July 27 meeting with the media, “I don’t know how nobody feel, I don’t know what nobody thinking. I don’t know what nobody going through. Only thing I know is what’s going on in Clinton Portis life.”

As Liberman explains, an Aug. 12 column by Washington Post ombudsman Deborah Howell prompted him to transcribe that passage from a videotape available on the team’s Web site. Howell’s column examined how the paper came to run two different versions of what Clinton Portis said, neither of them strictly accurate.

In a news story by Howard Bryant, readers learned that Portis had said, “. . . I don’t know what anyone else is going through.” In a column by Michael Wise, Howell said, that part of the quote was rendered as “. . . I don’t know what nobody doing, . . .”

Howell said the paper’s policy was clear. “When we put a source’s words inside quotation marks, those exact words should have been uttered in precisely that form.”

Given how people speak in real life, such a policy is unworkable. But in any case, Bryant said he had never heard about it. And neither, apparently, had the staffer who replaced Wise’s version with Bryant’s version without even telling Wise — which is wrong whatever you think about standardizing quotes.

Liberman accuses Wise of getting the supposedly verbatim quote wrong, with a broad-brush sideswipe at “the spectacularly lax standards of big-time journalistic quotation.” And then he goes on to ding Howell: “But what fascinates me here is that Howell didn’t bother to (have someone) take ten minutes to check what the verbatim version of the Portis quote actually was.”

Well now. It turns out that Wise relied on a staff transcription (something I found out by e-mailing him to ask). So Liberman cannot know that Howell “didn’t bother” to check the accuracy of the quote; perhaps she checked the same transcript Wise used. Did Liberman bother to ask?

Whether and when and how far to standardize quotes is contentious. Doing it may seem condescending; not doing it may seem mean-spirited.

Wise e-mailed, “I also feel a sense of compassion for some people I interview who aren’t necessarily savvy in the media. If it were a kid who had trouble with the language — and not a guy who loves to affect a persona and knows very well how he comes across when he speaks like that — I would have paraphrased. But it’s Portis, the guy who dresses up as Southeast Jerome and other assorted characters.”

I’m uncomfortable with putting altered words in quotation marks, even if the reason is benign. When I was working in Los Angeles, I went to a rally for supporters of a school-voucher initiative that was on the ballot that year, and the featured speaker was Polly Williams, who led the campaign for vouchers in Milwaukee.

She’s black, and the audience was almost entirely white, but they were also enthusiastically pro-Williams, and as the audience warmed up she gradually shifted from standard English (a descriptive term, not a normative one) to Black English Vernacular. So I had to decide when I wrote a column about the rally, do I quote her accurately, leaving the BEV grammatical markers intact, or do I pretend she spoke standard English throughout? I opted for accuracy, and further for not mentioning that it had been a choice, figuring that my obvious admiration for her would convey to readers that I wasn’t trying to make her look bad.

Still, if the Post’s policy is never to standardize quotes, writers and editors shouldn’t do it. And when in doubt, check the tape.

College spam

Wednesday, August 22nd, 2007

For the last month or so before I retired in mid-July and moved back to Minnesota, I diligently sent change-of-address notices to the people who send me mail I at least look at. One was St. Olaf College. I did teach there for a few years, but that was decades ago and I assume the only reason I’m in their database is that I’m a Parent — my son Peter graduated from St. Olaf, class of ‘92.

So I sent them my new addresses, and as soon as I fetched up in Northfield, I started getting spam — that is, unsolicited bulk e-mail, in the form of something titled “The Ole Weekly.”

I e-mailed back to them, “I’d rather not receive the weekly bulletin, if you don’t mind.”

To which Sheri Eichhorn of the St. Olaf Alumni & Parent Relations Office replied,

Per your request to be removed from the e-mailing list: I will be happy to remove you from the list, if that is what you would like. I do want to explain how that is done, though. Your name is pulled for this e-mailing from our larger database by geographical criteria. In order to pull you from this list, your name will be pulled from the larger e-mailing list as well. That means that you will not receive any e-mailings from St. Olaf College.

If you still want to be removed, I will be happy to do so. But if not, you could just choose to ignore any e-mailings that do not interest you. I do apologize that this is how it works, as it is irritating to get unwanted e-mail.

If you want me to go ahead and pull you from the e-mailing list, please contact me and let me know. If I do not hear from you, I will just leave the situation as it is. Thanks, Linda!

Why yes, it is irritating. So why do they do it? I’m not going to leave them any money anyway, but if I’d been considering doing any such thing, getting spam from them would surely make it less likely.

I answered,

If you require me to choose between unwanted bulk e-mail and no e-mail at all from you, I regretfully must choose no e-mail at all. I get far too many unsolicited e-mails a week, for it to be a simple matter to ignore or delete them individually.

But it does cause me to wonder who at St. Olaf decided to adopt an e-mail policy calculated to irritate potential readers and contributors. It’s not just that “this is how it works” — most responsible web sites allow people who register to select the level of contact they prefer. Someone deliberately *made* the system work that way, for no good reason except, perhaps, that their own convenience was more important to them than mine.

Tiger, tiger

Wednesday, August 22nd, 2007

Tyler Cowen at Marginal Revolution says:

Sunday cat blogging

Tyler Cowen

Where do most tigers live?

In the United States it turns out. There are 4,000 tigers residing in captivity in Texas alone, where private ownership of tigers is legal. The number of tigers left in the wild is perhaps no more than 5,100-7,500.

A tiger cub costs about $1,000 while the more exotic blue-eyed white tiger costs $15,000.

Ooh, tigers. Lions, too. Cats, all of them, who are just as fierce but they’re littler so we can risk keeping them.

I went to an antique-car show in Texas years ago, and a PR person showed up with a lion cub on a leash, promoting a local safari park. A friend of mine sidled over, and petted the cub.

It bit him.

Not seriously, and I’m in no doubt that he thinks a loss of blood from a lion bite was a price worth paying for the story value.

So he went into the hotel’s restroom to wash off the blood and the guy at the next sink over asked, “Hey, what happened to you?”

Truthful response: “I was just bitten by a lion.”

Rapid evasive behavior ensued.

PiPress editorial: politicians working together

Sunday, August 19th, 2007

Now that I’m a Minnesotan again, I’ve undertaken to begin reading the editorials in the Twin Cities papers, the Star Tribune in Minneapolis and the Pioneer Press in St. Paul.

It’ll be a chore, let me tell you.

In its editorial dated Aug. 18, headlined, Dirty political secret: we can work together,”
the paper lauds Minnesota politicians of both parties who have come together after the collapse of the Interstate 35W bridge to lobby the federal government for lots of money to replace it.

The editorial says:

“As we wrote shortly after the collapse, sometimes it takes a disaster to get politicians to make sense.

But much of the work of government could be as nonpolitical as the reaction to the bridge collapse. A person’s position on abortion or Iraq doesn’t matter much when it comes to recovering from a bridge collapse. Why should it get in the way of negotiating a new farm bill or protecting air and water or making long-range decisions on energy and transit?

Why are we so often presented with black-white choices that seem to be well within the range of compromise?

Before addressing the question, I pause to point out that the last sentence makes no sense, or at least it can’t be what the writer intended to say. If the choices presented, whatever their color scheme, were “well within the range of compromise,” what would be the problem? Clearly, what the writer meant are choices “that are deliberately outside the range of compromise.”

Don’t these people have editors?

More substantively, there are excellent reasons why much of the work of government can’t be “non-political.” A bridge collapse is likely to be a once-in-a-career event for a politician. They can’t afford to be thought callous or insensitive, but aside from that self-interested calculation no deep philosophical principles are implicated.

In contrast, “negotiating a new farm bill or protecting air and water or making long-range decisions on energy and transit” draw on the most fundamental beliefs about what the government should be doing and how best to go about it. Congress got farm policy wrong in the Depression, for pardonable reasons, and has gone right on getting it wrong, in various ways, ever since. People may agree on protecting air and water but disagree on how to do it. Why should anyone be prepared to compromise on long-range decisions about energy and transit if they firmly believe that the wrong decision will burden American society and economy for decades?

It’s nothing to do with “abortion or Iraq.” That’s just a cheap rhetorical shot, since there’s little evidence that positions on those issues directly influence people’s positions on economic matters. As Thomas Sowell pointed out in A Conflict of Visions, people’s basic understanding of human nature predisposes them to prefer certain broad types of policies. It is simplistic to assume that any one such policy is the primary cause of all the others.

Preschool hype

Wednesday, August 15th, 2007

Joanne Jacobs comments on a new study of the much overrated Perry Preschool project .

In the greatest expansion of public education since kindergarten became the norm after World War I, state leaders are pushing tax-funded pre-kindergarten as a way to narrow the learning gap between middle-class and low-income children, reports the Wall Street Journal.
. . .
On This Week in Education, Alexander Russo wonders why, if universal pre-K is “such a great and transformative idea . . . how come Head Start hasn’t done the trick and is being bypassed?” Good question.

Russo also notes the Journal’s reporting on the role of the Pew Charitable Trust, which has bankrolled research and advocacy for universal pre-K. The Hechinger Institute at Columbia Teachers College is a Pew grantee, notes Richard Colvin of Early Stories.

I’d like to see very good — and therefore expensive — preschool and pre-K for very poor children, who aren’t learning social or academic skills at home. Let’s do that right first.

I said in the comments:

If you look up the data on the Perry Preschool you will find many things of interest.

It was very small — around 60 children in each of the intervention and control groups.

It was 40 years ago; families, neighborhoods, schools are all very different now, and likely the experiment could not be replicated (and apparently has not been, despite the long period).

The High Scope/Perry Preschool program, which is still selling its materials based on these results, claims that the Perry results depend specifically on their materials used in their entirely, and should not be expected from other preschool experiences.

But the biggest factor is that the children in the study were in the most deprived circumstances imaginable. Though there were some small gains in additional education and increased income (especially for the girls) the most significant factor in the large payoff claimed was that it reduced the percentage of of children who went on to have more than five lifetime arrests from something around 55 percent to 39 percent, a matter of 11 or 12 fewer adults in that category.

If services are expanded to much larger groups of children, most of whom who are unlikely to have five lifetime arrests anyway, the payoff rapidly turns negative.

Denver voters recently approved an increase in the sales tax to fund additional pre-school slots, sold to them by politicians who believed in the Perry Preschool fairy tale and had no clue they’d been duped by advocates.

Moved!

Tuesday, August 14th, 2007

The movers swept through my condo in Denver July 27, my son Peter took an early flight from the Twin Cities Saturday morning, loaded me and my luggage and the cat into the car and arrived back in Minnesota Sunday evening.

Only a small miscalculation . . . we headed east out of Denver on Interstate 70, but we should have been on Interstate 76, which angles upward toward I-80. By the time we figured that out (just before we got to Kansas) we were about 120 miles south of where we wanted to be. No problem, except that made the trip too long to finish in one day, so we stopped in Grand Island, Nebraska, overnight., No problem with that either, except that it meant on Sunday morning we were west, rather than east, of a huge pileup on the Interstate, where a semi had lost control, flipped itself around and ended up with the trailer facing the wrong way in the inside lane and the cab crossways straddling the construction barrier between the two directions of travel. As we crawled past it Peter kept saying incredulously, “How did they DO that?”

Yes, they did close the highway in both directions for hours, but we were between the nearest exit and the accident by then.

The furniture arrived Saturday, Aug. 4, and I was reunited with it Aug. 6, when we could get all the paperwork signed. So far, so good, although the movers managed to lose all the little pegs that support the shelves in the bookcases, and so I can’t unpack the book boxes until the shelves are in place, and I can’t unpack much of anything else either because there are so many book boxes that nearly everything is under at least one of them. I ordered the pegs online, and they are supposed to arrive today.

I’m pleased with my choice of living quarters, a senior-living place called Millstream Commons in Northfield. After many months of very peculiar means occasioned by difficulty shopping and (especially) cooking, it is a great luxury to have regular meals prepared and served.

The food is good, the cat is happy, my condo in Denver sold for its full asking price even before it officially came on the market, and Peter and his household are in negotiations to buy a house in Northfield. All much to be thankful for.

The New Yorker calls it reporting . . .

Friday, August 3rd, 2007

but it looks like plagiarism to me.

Arts&LettersDaily linked to an article in the New Yorker about spam,

and it was sorta interesting.

Here’s one bit:
>>>
There are spam supermarkets, online forums, often hosted in China or Russia, with names like specialham.com and spamforum.biz.
Servers can operate from anywhere, and spam gangs sell lists of “fresh proxies” (newly infected PCs), offer “bullet-proof hosting” (spam service Web sites, often based in China), and advise each other on new spam techniques and on which networks are “spam-friendly” (those which will host spammers in exchange for the spammers’ paying for high-priced services they don’t need).

>>>

As it happens, though, I’m in the midst of moving from Colorado to Minnesota, and for the moment I’ve fetched up in my son’s house in St. Paul while we wait for my furniture to be delivered. He runs a small ISP, so he has a very personal interest in battling spam, and he pointed me to the source of these paragraphs, namely:

http://www.spamhaus.org/news.lasso?article=158:

>>>In spammer ’supermarkets’, closed online forums hosted mainly in China, Russia and Florida with names such as “Specialham.com”, “Spamforum.biz”, etc., spam gangs sell lists of “fresh proxies” (newly infected PCs), offer “Bullet-Proof Hosting” (spam service web sites normally based in China), and advise each-other on new spam techniques and which networks are “spam-friendly” (which networks will host spammers and close a blind eye in exchange for the spammers paying for high-priced services they don’t need).
>>>

Not likely an accident.

UPDATE: Writer Michael Specter has provided a gracious explanation in the comments, for which I thank him.

Travels with Houston

Wednesday, August 1st, 2007

I retired from the Rocky Mountain News in July, and now I’m in the midst of moving from Denver back to Northfield, Minn., where I lived from 1965 to 1992. For the moment, I’ve fetched up in my son Peter’s house in St. Paul, camping in a spare room while we wait for the movers to tell us when they’re going to deliver the furniture to my new apartment.

Moving’s a drag, I don’t have to tell you, but since people do it all the time, there’s a thriving market in services for people who are moving.

Movers do not, however, move cats, except sometimes inadvertently.

What do I do with Houston on a 15-hour car trip?

I started, a month or more ago, by getting out the cat carrier and setting it on the floor near my chair. It’s an old-fashioned contraption, stapled together from plywood and wire mesh, but it is sturdy and serviceable.

After she got over that, I put her food and water bowls inside it.

This ploy engendered great — and of course well-founded — suspicion on her part. She’d stick her head in long enough to pick up a bite of Friskies and then back out of the carrier to eat it, casting sideways glances at me the whole time.

You don’t believe cats have a theory of mind? Then why are they so good at getting what they want from humans? It’s not as if they practice slavish sycophancy, like some other animals I could name.

My next-door neighbor and I went out for lunch one day, and on our way home, we stopped at PetSmart and bought a pretty blue harness and leash. After Houston got over the food and water bowls, I put the harness on. She spent half-an-hour or so rolling around on the floor, trying to rub it off, and then gave that up as a waste of effort.

Finally, when I was expecting people, I snapped the leash onto the harness and tied her to the bathroom door handle. She did not like this, but she wasn’t desperate about it and I knew, if she did not, that she was safer if I could put her somewhere and be sure she’d stay put.

And when the great day came at last, Houston was ready for it. Peter came out to Denver Saturday on an early morning flight, he loaded the car, and Houston’s carrier was the last thing in. We tied her leash to a piece of the car, and just before we pulled out, we opened the door to the carrier so she could reach food and water and her litter box.

Worked a treat, if I do say so myself.