Monthly Archives: August 2006

Semi-Fake News II


ST. LOUIS POST-DISPATCH

08/04/2006  Maxine Gauthier doesn’t own a computer. She doesn’t know the first thing about Web browsing or sending e-mail. She’s not even sure where to find a computer’s "on" button, as she describes it.

Yet for the past nine months, she has been fighting one of the most persistent and some say irritating institutions in cyberspace: AOL, formerly known as America Online. "They just haven’t wanted to let go," the 55-year-old St. Louisan said. "I don’t think they’ll ever really let go."

Her struggle has involved about a dozen phone calls often ending with an AOL customer service representative or manager hanging up on her. She even tried impersonating someone else in a couple of the calls. The giant online service provider wouldn’t budge. Advertisement

The problem? An AOL account once held by Gauthier’s late father still showed billing charges accumulating against it. The account had been dormant for months; the credit card he used for it was inactive at least as long.  Nevertheless, AOL kept charging $25.90 each month for dial-up online access. Late fees for non-payment accumulated on the credit card, too.

Gauthier even offered to send a copy of her father’s obituary as proof he truly was dead. AOL was unmoved.

"An AOL service guy told me to stop complaining and learn to use a computer," she said. "Then he hung up."

Now I know why it’s called AOHell. 

08/05/2006(REUTERS)  LONDON – Hundreds of Britons are being urged to attend what is being branded as Europe’s first "masturbate-a-thon," a leading British reproductive health care charity said Friday.  Marie Stopes International, which is hosting the event with HIV/AIDS charity the Terrence Higgins Trust, said it expected up to 200 people to attend the sponsored masturbation session in Clerkenwell, central London, on Saturday.  "It is a bit of a publicity stunt, but we hope it will raise awareness," a Marie Stopes spokeswoman told Reuters.

"We want to get people talking about safer sex, masturbation and to lift taboos."  Participants, who have to be over 18, can bring any aids they need and can take part in four different rooms — a comfort area, a mixed area, along with men and women only areas. However, the rules on the event’s Web site states there can be no touching of other participants, nor are people allowed to fake orgasms. "The amount you raise will be determined by how many minutes you masturbate and/or how many orgasms you achieve," the Web site said.

The Marie Stopes spokeswoman said local religious groups had been initially outraged, but after people had heard what the event was about, most had approved it. Police had also given it their approval. Similar events have been staged in San Francisco for the last six years raising $25,000 for women’s health initiatives and HIV prevention. If successful, Marie Stopes said it could take place elsewhere in mainland Europe next year.

We suspect the winner will be a twelve year old boy with a copy of Maxxim Magazine’s Swimsuit issue.

08/06/2006 ANCHORAGE, Alaska (AP) – In a sudden blow to the nation’s oil supply, half the production on Alaska’s North Slope was being shut down Sunday after BP Exploration Alaska, Inc. discovered severe corrosion in a Prudhoe Bay oil transit line.  BP officials said they didn’t know how long the Prudhoe Bay field would be off line. "I don’t even know how long it’s going to take to shut it down," said Tom Williams, BP’s senior tax and royalty counsel.  “We do know that our customers will be paying for this until we see blood come out of their eyes and they have to sell their children to refill the family car.” 

A spokesman for the White House said that President George Bush was on vacation in Crawford, Texas and was showing as “Away” on his AOL Instant Messenger.

Soda gets Popped


There are days when I really like the news.  Friday morning, a lovely piece from the Press Trust of India crossed the screen.  The government in the northern India state of Punjab has officially banned Coke and Pepsi from all the schools, universities, medical and technical colleges, as well as government offices.  The reason?  The manufacturers will not disclose what is in the products.  A privately-funded group in India, the Centre for Science and Environment said that the two products contained high levels of pesticides, as well as caffeine, aspartame and phosphoric acid.  Coke and Pepsi refuse to put warnings on their products, or disclose what percentages of the bad stuff exist in their fluids, so the Indian Supreme Court has given the soda big boys two months to give it up.

The products, in all their various incarnations, are; water, sweetener, carbonation and flavorings.  The bulk of soda is water, hopefully purified and not from a mud puddle behind the warehouse.  Sweeteners can be anything from granulated white sugar to aspartame.  Carbonation is Carbon Dioxide, under pressure, perfused through the fluid. Flavourings are where the secrets sleep, which is why Pepsi and Coke are very unhappy about having to disclose their ingredients. 

In the earliest days of soft drink making, it was pharmacists who came up with the original recipes, as they had access to the weird plant matter and tinctures to develop flavourings to cover the taste of medicine.  Root beer, that foaming glass of childhood happiness, is quite vile sounding if you list the ingredients.  According to wikipedia, the ingredients can include: “a combination of vanilla, cherry tree bark, licorice root, sarsaparilla root, sassafras root bark, nutmeg, anise, and molasses.  Other ingredients may include allspice, birch bark, coriander, juniper, ginger, wintergreen, hops, burdock root, dandelion root, spikenard, pipsissewa, guaiacum, yellow dock, honey, clover, cinnamon, prickly ash bark, and yucca.”

This means, chop up as many strange roots and tree parts as you can get your hands on.  Soak in water and alcohol and call it a flavour base.  Add gallons of water, a bucket of sugar and carbonation.  Bottle, sell to minors.  Pepsi was sold as a “peptic” tonic, peptic meaning to treat stomach upset and make you burp to reduce indigestion.  Cocoa-Cola was a ‘refreshing’ tonic with gobs of flavouring and sugar to cover the tonic medicines of laudanum and a huge whack of caffeine.  Laudanum is a tincture of opium from cocoa leaves.

The medicinal ingredients and claims are, of course, in the dark history of the soft drink industry.  The flavourings are now mostly synthetic reproductions of their original herbal cousins with the occasional soda company reverting to naturally derived flavour.  Marketing creates the image and people line up to open a bottle or can of image, not a flavour profile.  Jones Soda Company, for example, has the rebel act down pat, with customers providing the label art work.  Flavours include Cream Soda, Green Apple and Watermelon.  Pepsi and Coke have almost limitless combinations and permutations of their mainstream cola products.   Offshore, companies produce soft drinks in flavours that make sense for their local tastes, including betel nut and hibiscus drinks.  I suspect that someone has tried to market a hot dog or fried chicken flavoured soda.

Which brings us back to the original story from the Press Trust of India:  Do we really need to know the full list of ingredients in Pepsi and Coke?  Will the Earth be irredeemably harmed knowing that Secret Ingredient 7X in Coke is actually tincture of basset hound nipples?  Soda is fizzy water and sugar with a flavour, end of story. 

Mel Mouth


If one were to measure agate lines and minutes of coverage as a measure of newsworthyness, then Mel Gibson is on par with the invention of antibiotics.  Essentially Mel went nuts when arrested in an over-refreshed state.  Quotes of his comments start at the intellectual pinnacle of “Goddam Jews run everything!” and go down hill from there.  His rant is the winner of the “Please Euthanize My Career” award for the month of July and August. 

The part that I don’t quite get is the media fascination with celebrities.  I know Hollywood is a mammoth PR factory that will occasionally put out a film and the measure of a celeb is the number of minutes or lines they get in the various trade publications.  For most, if they aren’t being talked about, they don’t exist.  Paris Hilton would be another skanky party-girl if she wasn’t an heir to the Hilton fortune.  Tom Cruise would be a street trolling Scientology pamphlet pusher in Ottawa if he didn’t make films.  Owen Wilson would be the drone behind the counter at a video store who collects Traci Lords videos.  Keanu Reeves would be a stoner bassist in a Vancouver garage band.  Mel Gibson would be a house painter in Tasmania.

Now Mel is doing the Apology 2.0.  There is a sound reason for this:  Money makes movies.  Scripts and properties and options are not the stuff of movies.  It is business, which means investors are needed and a return on investment is expected.  Hollywood does not exist to further careers unless it can be proven that furthering a career will make the investors more money.  Art is a necessary evil.  Artistic temperament is something that must be endured. 

The old era Hollywood moguls understood it:  Put on a show for $10, take $75 in box office after the split with the theatre and that’s $65 in your pocket.  It is a very simple equation that even the less than brilliant can grasp very quickly. 

Movies are the same:  Make a film for $11 million use another $11 million to promote it and bring back $40 million in receipts.  You are now $18 million to the good and can make another $11 million dollar film, plus have $7 million left over. 

The good businessperson knows that getting others to pay for everything is key.  Why put up your own money if you don’t have to?  Ask a bunch of wealthy star-struck ninnies to invest in your movie, in exchange for being ‘in Hollywood” and interest paid back on their investment in less than two years.  Sell the movie on the basis of “We’ve signed Joe Bathwater who’s last film made $22 million and Jane Wetpants who is in this weeks’ People and who made an album that sold 120,000 copies to the 11 to 19 year olds”. 

The ninnies will nod sagely and pull out the chequebook.  Collect enough ninnies and give them screen credit as “Executive Associate Producer” to keep their money in the project.  Invite the ninnies to occasionally come to the set to watch Joe Bathwater and Jane Wetpants make faces at a camera.  Ensure the catering is excellent and the ninnies get a folding chair that says “Executive Associate Producer – Bob Dumbass” with glittery stars as punctuation on either side of their names. 

Notice that so far, the money isn’t actually involved in the mechanics of movie making.  They are not directors, or photographers, or grips, or prop technicians.  Most of them couldn’t tell which end of a camera to look into if the cinematographer hadn’t told them to “close one eye and look in here”.  They’re money people and they have insane amounts of power in Hollywood.  If they don’t do their job well, then nobody works.

Historically, the majority of money people in Hollywood have been adherents of the Jewish religion or of Jewish heritage.  It isn’t a stereotype, it is merely a fact.  Most money men don’t give a blue gopher’s nose if the people they’re hiring are of any particular group.  It is just business, get the best you can afford (best being described as how much their last project made as profit, not if they’re any damn good or not) and put them together with money and time to create something that will make you more money. 

Mel Gibson, going off in an anti-Semitic rant, even if blind drunk, is simply ignorant of the realities of his industry.  It isn’t People magazine, or websites or even tabloid headlines that make movies:  It is money that makes movies.  Ask the question then, “Why would I want to bust my ass to find the investors to put up money for Mel’s next project, if Mel thinks a group that is important to me, is evil?” 

The answer is not as simple as you might think:  Mel’s movies make a lot of money.  Mel is famous and investors want to be near ‘famous’ people so some of their cachet rubs off on them.  As long as Mel Gibson’s movies make a ton of money, Mel will get investors.  As soon as Mel stumbles at the box office, Mel will be painting houses in Malibu to make ends meet. 

It ain’t entertainment.  It is business.

Media Hand Puppets


Before the mass media people would read the paper to catch up on what happened in the previous week and month.  If the local hardware store burned down, they might see the smoke, or get the news from their neighbour Fred:  “Hey, did you hear, Clarke Hardware burned to the ground last night?”  Occasionally, they would tune up the Philco and listen to the radio news, if they had a station within listening range that gave news any more than a cursory nod.  Television reassured the viewer that the world still existed in a fifteen minute talking head program that you observed, but never really looked at. 

Our generation realizes that what is presented as ‘news’ is slanted in too many ways to count.  It isn’t limited to political slant, as there have been political newspapers for centuries.  Ideally, news would be the first draft of the history textbooks, with the least coloration possible, but it doesn’t work that way.  For instance, the essential news slant for the media of television are pictures that are striking, compelling, emotional and available, with the emphasis on available.  If there are no pictures, then the item is a talking head and might as well be dead on arrival. 

I’ll give you an example:  The Gulf War I coverage of John Holliman, Bernard Shaw and Peter Arnett on CNN, from their hotel room in Baghdad.  The second is the Camp David accords, signed by Menachem Begin and Anwar Sadat in 1978.  One was a landmark geopolitical healing of ancient wounds.  One was a bombing run phoned in with occasional video snippets.  One story had night scope camera footage.  One had a picture of three world leaders shaking hands.  Which one do you remember?  Of course you remember the Gulf War stuff.  In the grand scheme of things, the Camp David accords are much more important that bombing Baghdad. 

The news is full of the Middle East right now.  Networks have their meat puppets on the ground looking all stern and frowny.  If one were to go by TV news, it would seem that everyone in Iraq has dropped tools and is watching a “Dynasty” rerun on TV.  Peace has suddenly broken out in the Korean peninsula.  This is the normal course of media events in our world and Marshall McLuhan would be doing his happy dance, if he were still alive.

News networks don’t like stories without good pictures.  Karl Rove coming out of a courtroom is not a picture.  Dubya signing a bill is not a picture.  A 105 mm artillery piece going off is a picture.  A dweeby looking American student lined up in Beirut to get on a helicopter in the US embassy courtyard is a picture.  Even better is an interview with the student and a follow up interview of the student’s parents from Buttscrape New Jersey.  Naturally, shots of artillery-devastated urban landscapes are really good pictures, along with frenzied crowds screaming in a foreign language.  Destroyed cityscapes and limp, bloody bundles in blankets are even more fabulous to the news desk. 

There is the problem.  News is gathered for the most sensational pictures that will lead to higher ratings and more advertising revenue for the news outlet.  Newspapers have played the circulation game since a week after Gutenberg figured moveable type was fun.  The internet is a huge news pipe.  The blogosphere, with big quotation marks around the word “news”, even more so.  We have forgotten that the idea of news is to give people information that will allow them to exist in their reality.  Or, at least that was the original intent behind news.

I was in Seattle last week at a corporate convention.  On Friday afternoon last week, a bent and twisted fellow walked into the Jewish Federation in downtown Seattle and shot six people.  I was about five blocks away, in my hotel room, when I heard a few too many sirens and the constant whomp of a helicopter hovering over a building a few blocks away.  Both those things twigged me that something was amiss.  I turned on the tube and live from the helicopter I could see from my hotel room, was a shot of people running out of the Jewish Federation and hot-footing it to the police lines. 

Moments later the suspect came out of the building and lay down for handcuffing.  That particular clip, shot from a helicopter 500 feet over the scene, was played at least forty-five times in the next hour.  I counted. 

Interspersed between replays of the arrest, were ground level shots of fire, ambulance and more police vehicles rolling up to the roadblocks.  There was the occasionally breathless reporter telling me that there had been an arrest and the suspect had been taken away.  I figured that one out the first time I saw the clip of him being cuffed.  But, no, I had to be told it several dozen times. 

Along with endless repetition, I got to hear some truly wild speculation, that there was a bomb in the building, there was another shooter, there was a team of shooters, it was a Hezbollah attack, it was a deranged individual and so on.  The reporters didn’t bother to follow even the most rudimentary research rules.  They just heard some wild-ass comment from a passer-by and reported it as an ‘unconfirmed report’ live from the scene.  Bouncing between the three local stations, each was striving mightily to bring the viewers as much data as possible, each trying to get cameras closer, or to be the first to report the more outlandish of claims. 

Eventually, after the police and fire departments held press conferences, did the three local stations settle on the bare bones of the actual story:  Nutjob with grudge against Jews decided to pop a bunch of folks at the Jewish Federation offices to protest the usual Israel-World Zionist rap with two parts Pan Arabic Islamic Jihadist crap.  No bombs, no gas, no other shooter, no WMD, no other parts to the story, except one dead and five wounded.  Play that helicopter clip of the arrest for the forty-sixth time.

This is where we have to be intelligent consumers of information.  Know that the electronic media needs pictures and will juggle the news lineup to fit the pictures, not necessarily the news value of the item.  If I see a news report that says something truly outrageous, I want to see corroboration by some kind of mainstream news outlet, like Reuters, AP, Canadian Press or the BBC.  Not that those outlets are impartial or unbiased, but at least they know where unbiased and impartial are located in the dictionary. 

What it comes down to is media literacy.  A wise consumer of ‘news and information’ should have one eyebrow perpetually raised in question of the veracity of the story being told:  News is supposed to be the first draft of history, but too often the media itself skews the needs of the media to the story.