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Wrigleyville, That Mall's the Future. Get Used To It.

Wrigleyville, That Mall's the Future. Get Used To It.

 

A mall in Wrigleyville? Why, that would be as out of place as … an Indian restaurant on Devon Avenue, or a dim sum joint in Chinatown.

Local business owners are complaining that a $100 million mall on the 3500 block of North Clark Street -- with a Best Buy, Dominick's, an Apple Store and a CVS Pharmacy -- will “bring suburbia to Wrigleyville.”

Haven’t they noticed? Suburbia has been coming to Wrigleyville for years. Those kids, living four to an apartment on Racine Avenue and shutting down John Barleycorn’s? -- they didn’t go to Lake View High School. They went to Glenbrook North and Wheaton-Warrenville South. They long to be able to run out and buy condoms and USB cables -- without paying for parking -- just as avidly as an newcomer from Kolhata longs for a hot samosa.

Chicago prides itself on welcoming and tolerating immigrants from all over the world. Shouldn’t we be embracing the ways of these newcomers, instead of complaining that they’re ruining “our” city by making it a less hip place to live?

Urban romanticists who mourn for the gritty Chicago of the 1970s have long complained that Mayor Daley is suburbanizing the city. In fact, what’s happening here is part of a nationwide trend. A recent study by the Brookings Institution found that suburbia is experiencing a reverse white flight to urbia, as “cities … have become magnets for aspiring young adults who see access to knowledge-based jobs, public transportation and a new city ambiance as an attraction.”

In another reversal, suburbanites used to complain about newcomers from the big city ruining the “country feeling” they’d come to cherish in their hometowns. Now, city dwellers are complaining about suburbanites ruining their urban vibe.

Ald. Tom Tunney, who approved the new mall, once predicted that his 44th Ward is the future of Chicago.

“In twenty-five years,” Tunney said, “the entire city is going to look like this. It’s going to be Manhattanized. There’s nothing anyone can do about it. There’s too much demand for land in the city.”

“Then where will the poor people live?” he was asked.

“In the suburbs.”

So, if you miss the old Lake View -- that once-funky enclave of hippies, actors, Mexicans, and old German immigrants -- you know where to move.

 

25 And Over - Words of wisdom for clueless adults.

25 And Over

Submitted by Sarah D. Bunting on January 17, 2005 – 9:35 AM172 Comments

If you have reached the age of 25, I have a bit of bad news for you, to wit: it is time, if you have not already done so, for you to emerge from your cocoon of post-adolescent dithering and self-absorption and join the rest of us in the world. Past the quarter-century mark, you see, certain actions, attitudes, and behaviors will simply no longer do, and while it might seem unpleasant to feign a maturity and solicitousness towards others that you may not genuinely feel, it is not only appreciated by others but necessary for your continued survival. Continuing to insist past that point that good manners, thoughtfulness, and grooming oppress you in some way is inappropriate and irritating.

Grow up.

And when I instruct you to grow up, I do not mean that you must read up on mortgage rates, put aside candy necklaces, or desist from substituting the word "poo" for crucial syllables of movie titles. Silliness is not only still permitted but actively encouraged. You must, however, stop viewing carelessness, tardiness, helplessness, or any other quality better suited to a child as either charming or somehow beyond your control. A certain grace period for the development of basic consideration and self-sufficiency is assumed, but once you have turned 25, the grace period is over, and starring in a film in your head in which you walk the earth alone is no longer considered a valid lifestyle choice, but rather grounds for exclusion from social occasions.

And now, for those of you who might have misplaced them, marching orders for everyone born before 1980.

1. Remember to write thank-you notes. If you do not know when a thank-you note is appropriate, consult an etiquette book — the older and more hidebound the book, the better. When in doubt, write one anyway; better to err on the side of formality. An email is not sufficient thanks for a physical gift. Purchase stationery and stamps, set aside five minutes, and express your gratitude in writing. Failure to do so implies that you don't care. This implication is a memorable one. Enough said.

2. Do not invite yourself to stay with friends when you travel anymore. Presumably you have a job, and the means to procure yourself a hotel. If so, do so. If not, stay home. Mentioning that you plan a visit to another city may lead to an invitation to stay with a friend or family member, which you may of course accept; assuming that "it's cool if you crash" is not. Wait for the invitation; if it is not forthcoming, this is what we call "a hint," and you should take it and make other arrangements.

3. Do not expect friends to help you move anymore. You may ask for help; you may not expect it, particularly if your move date is on a weekday. Your friends have jobs to go to, and you have accumulated a lot of heavy books by this point in your life. Hire a mover. If you cannot afford a mover, sell your books or put them in storage — or don't move, but one way or another, you will have to cope.

4. Develop a physical awareness of your surroundings. As children, we live in our own heads, bonking into things, gnawing on twigs, emitting random squawks because we don't know how to talk yet. Then, we enter nursery school. You, having graduated college or reached a similar age to that of the college graduate, need to learn to sense others and get out of their way. Walk single file. Don't blather loudly in public spaces. Give up your seat to those with disabilities or who are struggling with small children. Take your headphones off while interacting with clerks and passersby. Do not walk along and then stop suddenly. It is not just you on the street; account for that fact.

5. Be on time. The occasional public-transit snafu is forgivable, but consistent lateness is rude, annoying, and self-centered. If we didn't care when you showed up, we'd have said "any old time"; if we said seven, get there at seven or within fifteen minutes. Do not ditz that you "lost track of time" as though time somehow slipped its leash and ran into traffic. It shows a basic lack of respect for others; flakiness is not cute anymore, primarily because it never was. Buy a watch, wind it up, and wear it everywhere you go.

6. Have enough money. I do not mean "give up your scholarly dreams and join the world of corporate finance in order to keep up with the Joneses." I mean that you should not become that girl or boy who is always a few dollars short, can only cover exactly his or her meal but no tip, or "forgot" to go to the ATM. Go to the ATM first, don't order things you can't afford, and…

7. Know how to calculate the tip. Ten percent of the total; double it; done. You did not have to major in math to know how this works. You are not dumb, but your Barbie-math-is-hard flailing is agonizing and has outstayed its welcome. Ten percent times two. Learn it.

8. Do not share the crazy dream you had last night with anyone but your mental wellness professional. Nobody cares. People who starred in the dream may care, but confine your synopsis to ten words or fewer.

9. Learn to walk in heels. Gentlemen, you are at your leisure. Ladies: If you wear heels, know how to operate them. Clomping along and placing your foot down flat with each step gives the appearance of a ten-year-old playing dress-up, but a pair of heels is like a bicycle — you need momentum to stay up. Come down on the heel and carry forward through the toe, using your regular stride. If you feel wobbly, keep practicing, or get a pair that's better suited to your style of walking. It isn't a once-a-year prom thing anymore for a lot of you, so please learn to walk in them.

10. Have at least one good dress-up outfit. A dress code, or suggested attire on an invitation, is not an instrument of The Man. Own one nice dress, or one reasonable suit, or one sharp pair of pants and chic sweater — something you can clean up nice in for a wedding or a semi-formal dinner. You don't have to like it, but if the invitation requests it, put it on. Every night can't be poker night. Which reminds me…

11. Do as invitations ask you. Don't bring a guest when no such courtesy is extended. Don't blow off an RSVP; it means "please respond," and you should. "Regrets only" means you only answer if you can't come. If the party starts at eight, show up at eight — not at seven-thirty so you can go a "better" party later, not at eleven when dinner is cold. Eight. Cocktail parties allow for leeway, of course, but pay attention and read instructions; your host furnished the details for a reason.

12. Know how. Know how to drive. Know how to read a map. Know how to get around. Know how to change a tire, or whom to call if you can't manage it, or how to get to a phone if you don't have a cell phone. We will happily bail you out, until it becomes apparent that it's what you always need. The possibility of a fingernail breaking or a hairstyle becoming compromised is not grounds for purposeful helplessness.

13. Don't use your friends. It's soulless. It's also obvious. If the only reason you continue to associate with a person is to borrow his or her car, might I remind you that you have now turned 25 and may rent your own.

14. Have something to talk about besides college or your job. College is over. The war stories have their amusements, but not over and over and not at every gathering. Get a library card, go to the movies, participate in the world. Working is not living. Be interested so that you can be interesting.

15. Give and receive favors graciously. If you have agreed to do a favor, you may not 1) remind the favoree ceaselessly about how great a pain it is for you, or 2) half-ass it because the favoree "owes you." It is a favor; it is not required, and if you cannot do it, say so. If you can do it, pretend that nobody is watching, do it as best you can, and let that be the end of it. Conversely, if you ask for a favor and the askee cannot do it, do not get snappish. You can manage.

16. Drinking until you throw up is no longer properly a point of pride. It happens to the best of us, but be properly ashamed the next day; work on your tolerance, or eat something first, but amateur hour ended several years ago.

17. Have a real trash receptacle, real Kleenex, and, if you smoke, a real ashtray. No loose bags on the floor; no using a roll of toilet paper; no plates or empty soda cans. You are not a fierce warrior nomad of the Fratty Bubelatty tribe. Buy a wastebasket and grown-up paper products.

18. Universal quiet hours do in fact apply to you. They are, generally, as follows — midnight to six AM on weekdays, 2 AM to 8 AM on weekends. Mine is a fairly generous interpretation, by the by, so bass practice should conclude, not start, at ten PM. Understand also that just because nobody has complained directly to you does not mean that a complaint is not justified, or pending. Further, get your speakers off the floor. Yes, "now." Yes, a rug is still "the floor."

19. Take care of yourself. If you are sick, visit a doctor. If you are sad, visit a shrink or talk to a friend. If you are unhappy in love, break up. If you are fed up with how you look, buy a new shirt or stop eating cheese. If you have a problem, try to fix it. Many problems are knotty and need a lot of talking through, or time to resolve, but after a few months of all complaining and no fixing, those around you will begin to wonder if you don't enjoy the problems for the attention they bring you. Venting is fine; inertia coupled with pouting is not. Bored? Read a magazine. Mad at someone? Say so — to them. Change is hard; that's too bad. Effort counts. Make one. Your mommy's shift is over.

20. Rudeness is not a signifier of your importance. Rudeness is a signifier of itself, nothing more. We all have bad days; yours is not weightier than anyone else's, comparatively, and does not excuse displays of poor breeding. Be civil or be elsewhere.

January 17, 2005

Why reporters are down on Obama - POLITICO.com

Why reporters are down on Obama
By: Josh Gerstein and Patrick Gavin
April 28, 2010 04:38 AM EDT

One of the enduring story lines of Barack Obama’s presidency, dating back to the earliest days of his candidacy, is that the press loves him.

“Most of you covered me. All of you voted for me,” Obama joked last year at the White House Correspondents’ Association Dinner.

But even then, only four months into his presidency, the joke fell flat. Now, a year later, with another correspondents’ dinner Saturday night likely to generate the familiar criticism of the press’s cozy relationship with power, the reality is even more at odds with the public perception.

Obama and the media actually have a surprisingly hostile relationship — as contentious on a day-to-day basis as any between press and president in the past decade, reporters who cover the White House say.

Reporters say the White House is thin-skinned, controlling, eager to go over their heads and stingy with even basic information. All White Houses try to control the message. But this White House has pledged to be more open than its predecessors, and reporters feel it doesn’t live up to that pledge in several key areas:

— Day-to-day interaction with Obama is almost nonexistent, and he talks to the press corps far less often than Bill Clinton or even George W. Bush did. Clinton took questions nearly every weekday, on average. Obama barely does it once a week.

— The ferocity of pushback is intense. A routine press query can draw a string of vitriolic e-mails. A negative story can draw a profane high-decibel phone call or worse. Some reporters feel like they’ve been frozen out after crossing the White House.

— Except toward a few reporters, press secretary Robert Gibbs can be distant and difficult to reach — even though his job is to be one of the main conduits from president to press. “It’s an odd White House where it’s easier to get the White House chief of staff on the phone than the White House press secretary,” one top reporter said.

— And at the very moment many reporters feel shut out, one paper — The New York Times — enjoys a favoritism from Obama and his staff that makes competitors fume, with gift-wrapped scoops and loads of presidential face time.

“They seem to want to close the book on the highly secretive years of the Bush administration. However, in their relationship with the press, I think they’re doing what they think succeeded in helping Obama get elected,” said the New Yorker’s George Packer.

“I don’t think they need to be nice to reporters, but the White House seems to imagine that releasing information is like a tap that can be turned on and off at their whim,” Packer said.

Much of the criticism is off-the record, both out of fear of retaliation and from worry about appearing whiny. But those views were voiced by a cross-section of the television, newspaper and magazine journalists who cover the White House.

“These are people who came in with every reporter giving them the benefit of the doubt,” said another reporter who regularly covers the White House. “They’ve lost all that goodwill.”

And this attitude, many believe, starts with the man at the top. Obama rarely lets a chance go by to make a critical or sarcastic comment about the press, its superficiality or its short-term mentality. He also hasn’t done a full-blown news conference for 10 months.

Obama's White House aides can rightfully say they've set new standards for opening up access on several fronts, such as releasing previously secret visitors' logs, expanding White House web content and offering more than 150 sit-down interviews with Obama to selected reporters.

But Gibbs is unapologetic about sometimes taking a hard line in his dealings with the press, saying it’s a response to the viral nature of modern media.

“There’s a danger in letting something go. Trust me, I read a lot of news every day. Not a day goes by that something that I didn’t pay enough attention to, or close attention to, doesn’t go from being myth to reality over the course of several hours,” Gibbs told POLITICO.

“I understand if you’re a reporter and get 95 percent right, and your word choice isn’t right on 5 percent. But that 5 percent goes on to become reality. I’ve got to live with that, when it may or may not be true,” Gibbs said. “It does make our jobs difficult.”

The correspondents association recently met with Gibbs to discuss, in the words of Bloomberg's Ed Chen, "a level of anger, which is wide and deep, among members over White House practices and attitude toward the press.”

A few days later, Gibbs said at one of his briefings, “This is the most transparent administration in the history of our country.”

Peals of laughter broke out in the briefing room.

The press’s bill of particulars boils down to this:

Dodging questions

If you cover City Hall, you talk to the mayor. If you cover the Yankees, you’ll hang around Derek Jeter’s locker. The White House is no different, and aides past routinely filled that need by letting the press pool toss the president a couple of questions every so often, usually at one of the various events that fill his calendar every day.

Not Obama. He has severely cut back the informal exchanges with the press pool, marking a new low in presidential access.

The numbers speak for themselves: during his first year in office, President Bill Clinton did 252 such Q&A sessions—an average of one every weekday. Bush did 147. Obama did 46, according to Towson University Professor Martha Kumar.

“Too many of the president’s meetings are ‘no coverage’ for my taste,” said ABC’s Ann Compton. “That is a stark reduction in access for us.”

White House aides say Obama has hardly avoided the media. Indeed, he has done so many interviews that at times journalists have accused him of being overexposed. In his first year, Obama gave 161 interviews, according to Kumar’s tally. Bush and Clinton each did about 50.

Reporters point out that the Bush White House was no paragon of press transparency. And since the meeting with Gibbs this month, Obama took a couple of questions at a meeting with congressional leaders last week and still photographers got into a couple more events.

“I give credit to Robert for having the meeting, hearing our concerns and taking some action after the meeting to show that, while he may not agree to all the things we’re pushing for, he respects our concerns,” said CNN’s Ed Henry, the correspondents’ association’s secretary.

Playing favorites

It’s one thing to feed a scoop to the Times. Every White House does it.

But Team Obama did it right in front of the other reporters’ faces – then, in their view, lied about it.

It was last September in Pittsburgh, when about 20 journalists were attending an off-the-record dinner with Obama chief of staff Rahm Emanuel during the G-20 summit. Also in attendance: New York Times Chief Washington Correspondent David Sanger, a White House favorite.

As one White House reporter tells it, "Jim Jones and Denis McDonough and Gary Samore were lurking in this very dark, nice dining room that we were in. And we were all kind of wondering why they were there. Then, at one point at the dinner, McDonough tapped on Sanger's shoulder and whispered something in his ear. Sanger got up and walked towards this clutch of NSC people, including Jones, and they walked off."

"We were all flummoxed and floored by this whole thing," said the reporter. "A few reporters cornered McDonough and said, 'You can't do that. You can't do that in front of other reporters.' He said, 'Oh you guys, you're barking up the wrong tree! We didn't give anything. You've got nothing to worry about.'”

But later that night, Sanger posted a blockbuster scoop: as Obama, British Prime Minister Gordon Brown, and French President Nicolas Sarkozy would announce the next morning, the Iranians had a secret nuclear site – but kept it hidden for years from the International Atomic Energy Agency. The other reporters – Sanger’s dinner companions earlier in the night -- were sent scrambling at around midnight to match the Times’ account.

“I don’t have a great recollection of the timing of all those events...It was obviously at the end of a long week” of meetings, McDonough told POLITICO. “I probably didn’t have dinner with anyone that night.” 

Sanger doesn’t dispute that the White House confirmed the Iran story, but he had earlier written about suspicions of such a site in his book ‘Inheritance’ and he says he put ‘urgent’ questions to officials earlier that day after learning that Iran had abruptly disclosed a new site in a letter to the IAEA.

“It's clearly the case that they're playing favorites,” said Bloomberg’s Chen, when asked about the White House’s relationship to the Times. "It's kind of par for the course. Some people understand that -- none of us really like it -- but that's the way the administration does business."

Gibbs denied an “unnecessary advantage” to the Times, while saying it has far more reporters covering topics of interest to the White House than most outlets. Times Deputy Washington Bureau Chief Dick Stevenson said it would be “absurd” to suggest the Times doesn’t get access in certain instances that others don’t.

But Stevenson said, “Like every other journalist in Washington I would say there’s a lot more they could do in terms of access for us and everyone else. While we appreciate the instances in which they cooperate and are accessible, there are plenty of cases where they’re not terribly accessible or responsive.”

While the Obama administration’s decision to stiff-arm Fox News caused a huge dust-up for a time last year, his back-benching of the Wall Street Journal has barely generated a peep. The Journal’s White House reporter, Jonathan Weisman, occasionally vents his frustration over the near freeze-out that has left the Journal with a single exclusive interview since Obama took office.

“The Times got the POTUS interview, but we got the story first,” he tweeted this month after Obama granted the Times an interview about the Nuclear Posture Review. After Obama agreed last week to another interview with John Harwood, who works for CNBC and the Times, Weisman tweeted: “Sheesh, how many times have you read that? Not that I’m bitter or anything.” 

“Jonathan talks to many people, many senior advisers here. He talks to Rahm and [David] Axelrod fairly repeatedly. There may be a little of Mark Twain in this. The mention of his not having access is greatly exaggerated,” said Gibbs, who also noted that Jerry Seib, the Journal’s Executive Washington Editor, has been in to talk to Obama, for an interview and as part of Obama’s off-the-record lunches.

Another event that riled many in the press corps took place on March 20. The Washington Examiner's Julie Mason confronted former Newsweek correspondent Richard Wolffe, author of a highly favorable book about the Obama campaign, when he attempted to join the White House pool on the Saturday before Congress' big health care vote.

"You're not in the pool," Mason recalled telling Wolffe. "You shouldn't be joining." Mason said Wolffe claimed that he was there courtesy of "a special invitation from the Obama administration." Wolffe is working on a second book on the Obama administration.

"Are you working for them officially now?" shot back Mason.

“The White House wants their friend to be in the pool and we don't know what recourse we have,” Mason later told POLITICO. “It's just completely unfair to the press corps and flies in the face of the concept of a free press."


Where’s Gibbs?

During Obama’s recent, brief trip to Prague, a message went out to one of the top reporters to assemble the handful of traveling reporters for a dinner with Gibbs and other top members of the president’s entourage. The journalists dutifully complied, picked out a restaurant, made a reservation and showed up at the appointed time.

When Gibbs and the others were late, it wasn’t too surprising. But soon several hours passed with no sign of the White House contingent. The food came and went.

Eventually, the press gave up and headed out on some late-night sightseeing. As they strolled the Charles Bridge, they ran into Gibbs who was doing the same. Asked about the dinner appointment, Gibbs said the White House group had simply decided to grab some pizza.

“We got pulled in about ten different directions,” Gibbs said this week. “Denis, for instance, never made it out of the hotel for dinner. He got pulled back in. By all accounts, and judging by having seen them later that night, they [the reporters] did not look the worse for wear.”

The press’s annoyance may strike some as a fit of childish pique over being stood up for a trivial social engagement. However, foreign trips with the president often cost tens of thousands of dollars per reporter, and the promise of some proximity to the president and his top aides is one of the few ways to sell a reluctant editor on the value of being there.

The difficulty tracking down Gibbs isn’t limited to the road. Even reporters for major newspapers say they have trouble getting their calls and e-mails returned.

Journalists say that Gibbs seems to spend a lot of time with Obama but say it cuts down on his time to talk with them. “One thing we really want is a press secretary who has access,” said George E. Condon Jr. of Congress Daily, a longtime White House correspondent. “The tradeoff in that is because he’s sitting in meetings a lot, it does cut down on his ability to get back to us.”

“That door is always open,” Gibbs insists, but he acknowledges that he does devote a lot of time to policy confabs. “I went to ten three-hour Afghanistan sessions….The dominant question in that time period in the media and in society writ large was what are we going to do on Afghanistan. I made a decision that I was going to go to those meetings to have a sense of where the president was, where the other players were.”

One current focus of press corps ire are gauzy video features the White House’s staff videographer cranks out, taking advantage of behind-the-scenes access to Obama and his aides, such as a recent piece offering “exclusive footage” of First Lady Michelle Obama and Jill Biden touring Haiti.

“I think someone out there might mistake them for news, as opposed to slick publicity handouts for the White House,” said Compton. “To me, they’re mocking what we do.”

Getting mad

And just what happens when you upset the White House?

Among White House reporters, tales abound of an offhand criticism or passing claim low in an unremarkable story setting off an avalanche of hostile e-mail and voice mail messages.

“It’s not unusual to have shouting matches, or the email equivalent of that. It’s very, very aggressive behavior, taking issue with a thing you’ve written, an individual word, all sorts of things,” said one White House reporter.

“It’s a natural outgrowth of campaigning where control of the message is everything and where a very tight circle controls the flow of information,” the New Yorker’s Packer said. “I just think it is a mistake to transfer that model to governing. Governing is so much more complicated and is all about implementation—not just message.”

One of the most irritating practices of the Obama White House is when aides ignore inquiries or explicitly refuse to cooperate with an unwelcome story—only to come out with both guns blazing when it takes a skeptical view of their motives or success.

“You will give them ample opportunity on a story. They will then say, ‘We don’t have anything for you on this.’ Then, when you write an analytical graf that could be interpreted as implying a political motive by the White House, or something that makes them look like anything but geniuses, you will get a flurry of off the record angry e-mails after you publish,” one national reporter said. “That does no good. If you want to complain, engage!”

Gibbs said the White House’s efforts to push back tend to focus on fixing factual mistakes before they take hold in the media.

“The way we live these days, something that’s wrong can whip around and become part of the conventional wisdom in only a matter of moments and it’s hard to take it, put a top on it and put in back into the box,” Gibbs said. “That’s the nature by which the business operates right now.…This isn’t unique in terms of us and it’s likely to be more true for the next administration.”

Asked about some of the more aggressive tactics, including complaints to editors, Gibbs said, “We have to do some of those things....I certainly believe anyone who goes to an editor does so because it’s something they feel is very egregious. I don’t think people do it very lightly.”

Some reporters say the pushback is so aggressive that it undermines the credibility of Obama’s aides. “The willingness to argue that credible information is untrue is at its core dishonest and unfortunately calls into question everything else the press office says,” one White House reporter said.

While some reporters note improvements since the Bush era, like more informed deputy press secretaries and assistants, others complain of rigid image control pervading the government. “The access is much poorer than the Bush administration,” one national newspaper who regularly covers the White House said. “This is wider than just the White House. I feel like the political appointees in a variety of agencies are more difficult to get to. There are people…you could reach in the Bush administration that now they say ‘That position does not speak to the press. We do not give background. We do not give anything.’ ’’

Compton said that if the Obama White House’s sense of being besieged by the press is authentic it bespeaks a kind of innocence born from a candidate and a president who have never confronted a full-on Washington feeding frenzy.

“They ain’t seen nothing yet,” the longtime ABC reporter said. “Wait ‘till they have to start really circling the wagons when someone in the administration under attack, wait ‘till there’s a scandal, wait ‘till someone screws up, then it’ll get hostile.”


Getting even

While complaining about stories is hardly unique to the Obama administration, White House reporters charge that sometimes, aides even retaliate against reporters who cross them.

One reporter said that after he wrote a story the White House viewed as critical, aides tried to cancel meetings he’d lined up with other administration officials. “I was told very clearly the press office tried to stop those appointments going ahead,” the journalist said.

Gibbs said he couldn’t recall any such instance. “I’m sure people may have thought that, though,” he said.

While the Times clearly enjoys more access than any other publication, its perceived transgressions often get a heated and sustained response from the White House. “There certainly is no lack of friction or the appropriate tension that goes into this relationship—to put it mildly,” Stevenson said.

Last year, Times reporter Helene Cooper was the target of a fusillade of complaints from Obama staffers and was for a time essentially frozen out by the administration, several colleagues said. Recently, a story by Sanger and Thom Shanker about an Iran policy memo from Defense Secretary Robert Gates received a public drubbing from Gibbs.

Gibbs said he recalled complaints about a story Cooper wrote from Japan that “had a bent nobody else’s story had. The bent was also wrong.”

Cooper was matter of fact when asked about her run-ins with the White House. “We cover the White House. Sometimes they like what we do. Sometimes they don’t. That’s just the way it is,” she said, declining to elaborate.

Cooper’s editor, Stevenson, wouldn’t comment on her case, but acknowledged the White House has made life difficult for his team from time to time. “There are times when the relationship between a reporter and the rather-closed community in any West Wing and even in an administration more broadly becomes particularly fraught or tense. That has happened with us in a number of instances both public and private,” he said. “All of our reporters come to work the next day, do their jobs, make phone calls, do their best. In none of these cases, has any complaint from the White House or any criticism, publicly or privately, changed the way we staff anything, approach any stories, or in the least bit affected our coverage.”

Last year, colleagues noticed that David Corn of Mother Jones went through a noticeable dry spell at White House briefings, with Gibbs seeming to overlook his raised hand for a period of several weeks or more.

“I remember tangling with David, but I would just say I think David has probably gotten more questions at the briefing in the last few months than he got in the entire last eight years,” Gibbs said. Corn declined to comment.

“They throw some brush-back pitches every now and then,” one White House reporter for a major newspaper said. “They’ve been pretty heavy handed and have cut some people off.”

Edward Luce of the Financial Times drew the ire of Obama aides for a couple of articles arguing that decision making in the Obama administration is extremely centralized. Neither piece was a devastating indictment of the White House, but they prompted a furious reaction.

“I was just in awe of the pummeling Ed took from top White House people,” said policy blogger and New America Foundation senior fellow Steve Clemons. He began talking to White House reporters and came away convinced that what he calls an “extremely unhealthy” relationship has developed in which the White House generally cooperates only with reporters who are willing to write source-greasers or other fawning articles.

Gibbs referred questions about the Luce stories to McDonough. “Who’s Ed Luce?” McDonough said. “I’m not familiar with that.”

Clemons’s post on his findings, “Communications Corruption at the White House,” was harsh, particularly coming from a policy wonk who tends to agree with most of Obama’s stances.

“Has the bar moved so far that a reasonable piece that gives and takes a little but provides both criticism and applause, that is something White House has to respond to in such a prickly, thin-skinned way?” asked Clemons.

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Street Food Now wants to see the roads of Chicago filled with food trucks, the sidewalks brimming with hot dog carts. But a website alone will not affect change.

The people with the power to alter the current laws governing street food are the alderpersons. If just one of them takes interest in street food, they'll be able to call a public hearing and, eventually, propose legislation to City Council.

How do we get an alderperson on board? We pester them. Below you'll find a letter to send to your alderperson. Copy and paste it into an e-mail, sign it with your full name, and send it off. (The e-mails of all the aldermen and alderwomen are listed below as well.) And if you get a response, let us know in the comments, or send it to eatoutdrinkup@timeoutchicago.com .


Dear alderperson,

Do you eat? Then I need your help.

Food trucks are booming across America, bringing communities together in the name of creative, affordable food.

If you’re not aware of this trend, that’s understandable—this is an area where Chicago lags far behind cities such as Portland, OR, Seattle and New York.

But you can help us catch up.

See, Chicago has an unusual law that mobile food vendors can sell only pre-packaged food and cannot cook food on-site. Thereby, the only food trucks that are legal are nothing more than roving heat lamps. That's not a safe environment for food. Nor is it a delicious one.

Chicago chefs are ready and eager to hit the streets and cook out of kitchens that are inspected just like restaurants. (In fact, one chef already has, but he's getting hassled—click here to read more).

But they can't do it until an alderperson (such as yourself) steps forward to support the movement by calling a public hearing on this issue and sponsoring an amendment to the current legislation, allowing food truck vendors to operate in Chicago as they do in countless other cities: as fully inspected, fully licensed mobile kitchens.

Mobile food vendors such as food trucks will strengthen our city's economy, restaurant scene and international reputation. Therefore, we're asking that you introduce legislation that will get these laws changed.

Together, we can make Chicago a better place. And eat some delicious street food while we're at it.

Thank you,
[your name here]


If you don’t know what ward you live in, find out.

1st Ward Joe Moreno ward01@cityofchicago.org
2nd Ward Robert Fioretti Robert.Fioretti.@cityofchicago.org
3rd Ward Pat Dowell Pat.Dowell@cityofchicago.org
4th Ward Toni Preckwinkle tpreckwinkle@cityofchicago.org
5th Ward Leslie Hairston lhairston@cityofchicago.org
6th Ward Freddrenna Lyle flyle@cityofchicago.org
7th Ward Sandi Jackson Sandi.Jackson@cityofchicago.org
8th Ward Michelle Harris mharris@cityofchicago.org
9th Ward Anthony Beale abeale@cityofchicago.org
10th Ward John A. Pope jpope@cityofchicago.org
11th Ward James A. Balcer jbalcer@cityofchicago.org
12th Ward George A. Cardenas ward12@cityofchicago.org
13th Ward Frank J. Olivo folivo@cityofchicago.org
14th Ward Edward M. Burke eburke@cityofchicago.org
15th Ward Toni Foulkes Toni.Foulkes@cityofchicago.org
16th Ward JoAnn Thompson JoAnn.Thompson@cityofchicago.org
17th Ward Latasha R. Thomas lrthomas@cityofchicago.org
18th Ward Lona Lane ward18@cityofchicago.org
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20th Ward Willie Cochran Willie.Cochran@cityofchicago.org
21st Ward Howard B. Brookins Jr ward21@cityofchicago.org
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23rd Ward Michael R. Zalewski mzalewski@cityofchicago.org
24th Ward Sharon Denise Dixon Sharon.Dixon@cityofchicago.org
25th Ward Daniel S. Solis dsolis@cityofchicago.org
26th Ward Roberto Maldonado - Ward Phone: (773) 395-0143
27th Ward Walter Burnett, Jr. wburnett@cityofchicago.org
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29th Ward Deborah Graham - Ward Phone: (773) 261-4646
30th Ward Ariel E. Reboyras ward30@cityofchicago.org
31st Ward Ray Suarez rsuarez@cityofchicago.org
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36th Ward John Rice - Ward Phone: (773) 622-3232
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40th Ward Patrick J. O'Connor pjoconnor@cityofchicago.org
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45th Ward Patrick J. Levar plevar@cityofchicago.org
46th Ward Helen Shiller hshiller@cityofchicago.org
47th Ward Eugene C. Schulter ward47@cityofchicago.org
48th Ward Mary Ann Smith msmith@cityofchicago.org
49th Ward Joe Moore ward49@cityofchicago.org
50th Ward Bernard L. Stone bstone@cityofchicago.org

Hotel tipping: Tipping: Off | The Economist

Tipping: Off

THE news that a hotel in Chicago, the Elysian, which opened at the end of last year, has a “no-tipping policy” has created a smidgeon of media excitement—and much PR for the hotel.

The Elysian’s owner explained to USA Today that it was not compatible with the luxurious experience of his hotel for guests to have to worry about how much to tip various employees. Staff are not supposed to lose out financially, though, because the hotel tweaks their job descriptions, gets them to perform other tasks, and then pays them more.

So far, so sensible. The sooner we lose a tipping culture, the better, says Gulliver. The provision of good service should be part of a job spec, for which a salary is the only relevant reward.

But USA Today's piece goes on to reveal one of the flaws at the heart of such a policy: if customers insist on tipping, their money will be taken. And this detracts from what the Elysian is trying to do. A hotel with a genuine no-tipping policy would forbid staff from accepting tips altogether, and would tell guests as much. That might sound rather dictatorial, but if you allow some tipping, then all guests will worry that they have to tip in order to receive/reward good service. (And where's the luxury in that?) Remove all vestiges of tipping, though, and you start to break the link between service and individualised reward. And for that, Gulliver would be grateful.

Edible food colouring spray

New Food and Packaging /

Edible food colouring spray

If you’ve ever had fantasies of tagging your neighborhood or local subway but haven’t had the nerve, then Esslack Food Spray may be just your thing. Thanks to the very clever German team, The Deli Garage, you can now stain your tomato, pretzels, and whatever other food screams out to be covered in gold (and isn’t the list endless?) Using these fresh spray cans full of edible silver and gold paint, food goes from ordinary to bling in seconds.

The Deli Garage — which helps local manufacturers turn quality delicacies into specially designed products — paired with creative agency Korefe to dream up the illustrative packaging for Esslack. Though busy, the vibe is as fresh as the concept of edible food spray itself. Now tag that.


Op-Ed Columnist - The Democrats Rejoice - NYTimes.com

March 23, 2010
Op-Ed Columnist

The Democrats Rejoice

Parties come to embody causes. For the past 90 years or so, the Republican Party has, at its best, come to embody the cause of personal freedom and economic dynamism. For a similar period, the Democratic Party has, at its best, come to embody the cause of fairness and family security. Over the past century, they have built a welfare system, brick by brick, to guard against the injuries of fate.

If you grew up, as I did, with a Hubert Humphrey poster on your wall and a tradition of Democratic Party activism in your family, you recognize the Democratic DNA in the content of this bill and in the way it was passed. There was the inevitable fractiousness, the neuroticism, the petty logrolling, but also the basic concern for the vulnerable and the high idealism.

And there was also the faith in the grand liberal project. Democrats protected the unemployed starting with the New Deal, then the old, then the poor. Now, thanks to health care reform, millions of working families will go to bed at night knowing that they are not an illness away from financial ruin.

For apostates like me, watching this bill go through the meat grinder was like watching an old family reunion. One glimpse and you got the whole panoply of what you loved and found annoying about these people.

Barack Obama and Nancy Pelosi were fit to play the leading roles. They both embody the two great wings of the party, the high-minded aspirations of the educated class and the machinelike toughness of the party apparatus. Obama and Pelosi both possess the political tenaciousness that you only get if you live for government and believe ruthlessly in its possibilities. They could have scaled back their aspirations at any time but they hung tough.

Members of the Obama-Pelosi team have spent the past year on a wandering, tortuous quest — enduring the exasperating pettiness of small-minded members, hostile public opinion, just criticism and gross misinformation, a swarm of cockeyed ideas and the erroneous predictions of people like me who thought the odds were against them. For sheer resilience, they deserve the honor of posterity.

Yet I confess, watching all this, I feel again why I’m no longer spiritually attached to the Democratic Party. The essence of America is energy — the vibrancy of the market, the mobility of the people and the disruptive creativity of the entrepreneurs. This vibrancy grew up accidentally, out of a cocktail of religious fervor and material abundance, but it was nurtured by choice. It was nurtured by our founders, who created national capital markets to disrupt the ossifying grip of the agricultural landholders. It was nurtured by 19th-century Republicans who built the railroads and the land-grant colleges to weave free markets across great distances. It was nurtured by Progressives who broke the stultifying grip of the trusts.

Today, America’s vigor is challenged on two fronts. First, the country is becoming geriatric. Other nations spend 10 percent or so of their G.D.P. on health care. We spend 17 percent and are predicted to soon spend 20 percent and then 25 percent. This legislation was supposed to end that asphyxiating growth, which will crowd out investments in innovation, education and everything else. It will not.

With the word security engraved on its heart, the Democratic Party is just not structured to cut spending that would enhance health and safety. The party nurtures; it does not say, “No more.”

The second biggest threat to America’s vibrancy is the exploding federal debt. Again, Democrats can utter the words of fiscal restraint, but they don’t feel the passion. This bill is full of gimmicks designed to get a good score from the Congressional Budget Office but not to really balance the budget. Democrats did enough to solve their political problem (not looking fiscally reckless) but not enough to solve the genuine problem.

Nobody knows how this bill will work out. It is an undertaking exponentially more complex than the Iraq war, for example. But to me, it feels like the end of something, not the beginning of something. It feels like the noble completion of the great liberal project to build a comprehensive welfare system.

The task ahead is to save this country from stagnation and fiscal ruin. We know what it will take. We will have to raise a consumption tax. We will have to preserve benefits for the poor and cut them for the middle and upper classes. We will have to invest more in innovation and human capital.

The Democratic Party, as it revealed of itself over the past year, does not seem to be up to that coming challenge (neither is the Republican Party). This country is in the position of a free-spending family careening toward bankruptcy that at the last moment announced that it was giving a gigantic new gift to charity. You admire the act of generosity, but you wish they had sold a few of the Mercedes to pay for it.

What happened after "The Incident"

Immediately after "The Incident"
(Swan Construction Site)

Radzinsky: "Where the fuck did those people go?"
Chang: "I don't know, but one of them was my son, from the future."
R: "What? Are you out of your mind?"
C: "No, but my arm has been crushed, you arrogant fuck."
R: "Well, Phil's dead. I'd be more upset but he was a creep."
C: "Get me to the infirmary you idiot."

Awesome recap of LOST S06E01-02 "LA X"

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“… all the stories that had ever been told and many that were still in the process of being invented could be found here, the Ocean of the Streams of Story …” - Haroun and the Sea of Stories

It’s a running joke that LOST is the TV show that keeps its fans perpetually starved and begging for answers. Well, it’s not really a joke … because it’s true. But this is the final season – time for the answers to start creeping out from under their hiding places, time for the story to start rumbling in for a landing.

So, now that we’ve seen the big gala premiere episode, how does it feel? Does it feel like it’s all starting to come together?

Hell, no! The two hour episode wound through multiple realities and story twists, only to end on a resurrected Sayid’s question: “What happened?” Good question! One we’re not getting the answer to anytime soon. Because, seriously, just to show how eternally screwed we all are: We waited eight months to find out what happened when Juliet hit the bomb and we still don’t know for sure whether or not it went off!

We saw that Kate had landed softly in the top of a tree.

And we found out that Juliet was miraculously still alive and squeaking after hugging herself around an H-Bomb while it (maybe) exploded in her face.

But the Island under everyone’s feet was fundamentally undisturbed. Juliet, last seen perpetually falling down into the abyss, was now only a few feet under ground. And she wasn’t buried in Radzinsky’s construction site. She was crushed under the rubble of the Swan Hatch as it had been when Desmond imploded it in 2004.

The Bomb Squad had time jumped, quite conveniently, to 2007, where all their friends were waiting on the beach to synch up storylines with them. But they hadn’t managed to unmake time so that whatever happened didn’t happen. So Jack’s plan didn’t work, right?

Right. Except for the part where it totally did!

And you know what that means, right? It means they went there.

“For every story, there is an anti-story” – Haroun and the Sea of Stories

In addition to still being on Craphole Island circa 2007, Jack and Locke and all their frenemies were also getting a do over on Flight 815, heading into LAX from Sydney Airport on a beautiful sunny September 22, 2004. Having exhausted the paradoxical quandaries of time travel stories, the intrepid writers of LOST have decided to boldly go to pretty much the only place they haven’t been before: Alternate/Parallel/Coexisting Realities. Which means that for all the devotedly bewildered watchers of LOST, the questions that need to be answered … just doubled.

If you’re in this thing for the Answers, you might as well set your DVR and come back in June. But if you’re up for another epic entanglement with a many headed Question Monster, then gird your loins and get ready to do battle. The questions in this story are like Whack a Mole. Hit one down and a new one pops up. Questions like:

How did the Island sink underwater? And when? In 1977, when the bomb did/didn’t go off? Then how did everyone not drown? Are they going to have to go back and find a way to resurrect Atlantis? Or is Season Six going to be the story of how they sunk it?

Is the Dharma Shark happy that he has the whole town to himself now?

Why was Desmond on the plane? And then not on the plane? Was Jack the only one who could see Desmond, the way only Hurley could see Jacob? Since he left someone who was snoring, and since Rose was sleeping the whole time he was there, is he some kind of Dream-Desmond?

What does it mean that Sayid was resurrected from a pool of water that had turned dirty?

Is he still Sayid? Or is he some kind of cousin to the creature who now possesses John Locke’s body?

And what does that tell us about Ben’s visit to the Temple in 1977? What really happened to young Ben inside the Temple?

And if we find out later that Sayid isn’t really Sayid any more, will that mean that Ben hasn’t ever actually been Ben?

What’s up with this Cindy chick? Is she like a permanent Other, or just an opportunistic beeyotch who always finds a way to hook up with the kool kidz?

Was there any particular reason that so much of the story in the alt-world took place inside small public toilets?

Should we be upset that Hurley is wearing the biggest Red Shirt ever made?

What does it mean that he was carrying a big old symbol of eternal life in his guitar case,

… and the first thing the Shogun dude did was break it?

Doesn’t that seem like a bad sign?

Why is the Man in Locke so mad at Richard? And what is he disappointed about?

And what chains did Richard used to be in?

How did Jacob die from a stab wound, when his God-Twin is impervious to bullets?

And speaking of Jacob, how can it be that Jack never heard about him before this? Doesn’t everybody know Jacob by now?

Did the Jack who was on the plane remember the Jack who was on the Island?

And did he have a personality transplant? All of a sudden he’s the most mellow fellow on the Island. He even stood by and let them drown Sayid!

This new Zen Jack seems to share a personality in common with the pleasant, friendly Jack we saw on the plane landing at LAX. Is Jack going to be the conduit between these two worlds? And the most shocking question of all: am I going to have to start liking Jack?

Whoa! We are clearly not in Kansas anymore. But, hey, at least we’re out of DharmaTown!

I think the place to start is with some nomenclature. This is not going to be easy. Damon Lindelof has cautioned against regarding this new off island storyline as an “alternate” universe, saying that ” We don’t use the phrase “alternate reality,” because to call one of them an “alternate reality” is to infer that one of them isn’t real, or one of them is real and the other is the alternate to being real.” So in the interest of keeping this whole thing true to his creative vision, I’ve decided to call this off island world OtherLOST. I think that kind of sums it up, without in any way implying that it’s inauthentic or less real.

I’ve also read that Darlton consider this season, in contrast to last season’s “graduate course in physics”, to be instead a “graduate course in the humanities”. I really like that idea. I want to go back to the Season One glory days when discussing this story inevitably revolved around issues that were philosophical and ethical and theological, when no crazy question or wild ass story arc took precedence over learning more about these wonderful characters. And I take them at their word that’s where this is all going. But for now, trying to figure out this first Season Six episode, I find myself going back inevitably, however reluctantly, to good old fashioned Quantum Physics. My (not at all) favorite subject.

In 1935, an Austrian physicist named Erwin Schrodinger felt the need to develop a thought experiment, or gedanken, because he had a quibble with some of his buddies about their theories of quantum mechanics. He wished to question the argument that a physical system only resolved all of its possible states once a measurement, or an observation, of its actual state was made. To do this, he invented a hypothetical “diabolical mechanism”, where a hypothetical cat was in a hypothetical box. The box was rigged with a silent but deadly hypothetical device that had exactly a 50/50 chance of going off and killing the cat.

There would be no way for anyone outside the box to know if the cat had been killed or not. Therefore, until the cat was observed to be either alive or dead … he was both! Basically, until we observe a specific reality, all possible realities are equally true. And unless I’m mistaken (which is definitely one possible reality) I think that’s where we are headed this season on OtherLOST.

Jack’s plan didn’t work.

And Jack’s plan worked.

At the same time.

Juliet is dead.

And Juliet is alive, looking for someone to split the tab with her at Starbucks.

Desmond was on the plane.

And Desmond wasn’t on the plane.

Jack argued with an Oceanic lackey and his father’s body got put on the plane.

Jack argued with an Oceanic lackey and his father’s body has become lost in time and space.

We should probably all try to be like Gedanken Desmond. As he said to Jack “Nice to meet ya. Or to see you again.”

It seems to me the first place to start understanding OtherLOST is to think of it as a system, one with common elements – our characters. All the possible states they could ever have been in are equally real … until some yet-to-be-made observation causes this fantastic world of infinite possibilities to collapse into one consistent reality. For right now, we’re flickering between two LOSTs. There’s LOST and there’s OtherLOST. It might just be a passing fling, but at the moment, I’m finding OtherLOST a whole lot more seductive. It’s a puzzle, after all, and I’ve never quite figured out how you can be a LOST fan if you don’t appreciate a good puzzle.

OtherLOST intrigues me. It’s the same, but it’s not. It’s not opposite world exactly, even though Charlie switched haircuts with Jack.

Some of the differences are pretty stark. Hurley went from being cursed to being the self described luckiest man alive.

Jack has gone from being a tightwound control freak to being, like, normal. OtherLOST looks good on Jack. He’s boozing less.

It’s him that has fear of flying this time, instead of Rose.

And he has no problem graciously accepting her advice that he should “let go now.” He’s actually … dare I say it … kind of … nice.

Hey there, OtherJack. Pleased to meet ya.

Rose and Bernard aren’t much different, but they are safe and happy together on the plane. Which is different.

With all due respect to the emotional tone deafness of LOST’s fanboy recappers, the Sawyer we see on the plane is subtly, but unmistakably, a different man. He’s not glowering at anyone. He’s polite, friendly, helpful … especially to Kate.

I think he’s being entirely sincere when he advises Hurley to shut his trap about his lottery loot when he’s in public. So do you think OtherSawyer killed that shrimp guy in Australia? I’m going to guess that answer is an obvious No.

OtherBoone is sans Shannon, and he also isn’t suffering from post-incestuous stress syndrome.

Locke appears unchanged.

Still crippled, still sad. But he seems melancholy more than miserable. And he’s somehow more peacefully philosophical, more secure in himself, less bitter.

He still likes to examine diagrams and charts.

And he claims to have gone on an actual Walkabout this time. That seems unlikely, even in OtherLOST, but when he describes what he did in the outback – “We slept under the stars and made our own fires, hunted our own food.” – it kind of does sound like what they just spent the last five years doing on the Island.

Hmmm.

Most of the differences are subtle, and probably still hidden. I really enjoyed the OtherLOST scenes because they began to feel like a subtle dance, with little bubbles of mystery popping up in unexpected places. I am officially intrigued.

Sayid is still gazing at Nadia’s photo, but he has an Iranian passport now. So what does that mean? Did he defect from the Revolutionary Guard? Is he a traitor now? Is he looking at the woman he lost or the woman who’s going to pick him up at the airport?

Kate is still a murderer, and she’s on the run, which feels the same … except that in OtherLOST, she’s no longer interested in the Halliburton case.

What happened? Did she and OtherTom never bury the plane? Or did they just never dig it up?

The numbers were still lurking around, but like everything else, they were just a little bit off. Jack’s seat on Flight815 is enshrined in LOST history as Seat No. 23. But on OtherLOST, by my counting, the row he was sitting in was No. 24. Maybe that’s the Other23.

Charlie is still a junkie in OtherLOST.

This time he tried to swallow his drugs for safekeeping, rather than pour them down the toilet. Jack came to his rescue, but for some reason he bypassed the more obvious Heimlich maneuver and went for the surgical method of heroin baggie removal. Maybe there are no first aid posters in OtherLOST.

OtherCharlie was saved, but as he resentfully reminded OtherJack: “I was supposed to die.”

It seems that some things don’t change, whatever reality we find ourselves in.

Jack didn’t seem to remember how he got that sore on his neck. And we were wondering along with him, because we don’t know either. Although it did look a bit like the wound that Faraday got when he was nicked by a bullet in The Variable. Did it mean anything that Jack only saw the sore in the mirror? Maybe, it’s both there and not there. It’s a Schrodinger’s sore.

Maybe the mirror itself was the clue. Maybe this time they’ve all passed through a different kind of looking glass. But OtherLOST isn’t a place of symmetric reversals. Many things were changed, but many weren’t.

Jin is still an uptight prick, still carrying Mr. Paik’s watch and a large sum of cash to LA, where presumably he still intends to bail on his father-in-law and disappear into some California Koreatown.

Unless she’s also still a liar, OtherSun can’t speak English. So, no Jae in her past. And no dreams of her own either. Poor OtherSun. Whipped, in any dimension.

OtherFlight 815 still went off course and flew over the latitude and longitude of the now sunken Island. That didn’t change.

Christian Shephard had obviously still gone to Australia and died there. And Jack was not feeling too kindly towards him, seeing as he wanted to cannonball his body from the plane straight into an open grave within two hours of landing. So the much beloved Shephard family dynamic appears to be intact.

The causal chains that brought each of the OtherLosties onto Flight815 were all different, some a lot different, some only a little. But somehow they all ended up again in Sydney, Australia looking to get on a flight to LA. Cause and effect had conspired to get them all into exactly the same place. Well, not all of them. Most of them. I’m not sure Claire was there. Or Michael or Walt or some others. But then again, maybe they were. Since we didn’t observe them, their superpositions haven’t yet collapsed into any concrete reality. See? That’s how this is going to work. Maybe.

What changed to make the characters so different? And what stayed the same? Was it a kind of butterfly effect, where one change set off an unpredictable new chain of cause and effect? Or are we also dealing with a Many Worlds fantasy now? Is this kind of like how the location of a rainbow changes depending on the location of the person who is observing the rainbow?

Or maybe we can go back to Schrodinger’s poor kitty for a minute. Instead of the cat being both alive and dead until observed, let’s imagine that at some point the cat dies … and at that same point, it also lives! Whenever a choice is made, the world branches out into two things – the thing that happened, and the thing that could have happened, but didn’t. Only now it does. Whatever happened, happened. And whatever didn’t happen … also happened!

And this goes on and on into infinity, so that the universe is made up of infinitely decohering realities. It’s mind blowing, and it has absolutely no practical application to life as we live it, but it’s a great way to take your imagination out for a ride.

When Desmond sits down next to Jack on the plane, he is carrying a book. I hope every LOST fan knows by now that you have to rewind the DVR whenever a book shows up, because trust me, you’re expected to know these things. The book is Salman Rushdie’s Haroun and the Sea of Stories.

Haroun lost his temper and shouted: ‘What’s the point of it? What’s the use of stories that aren’t even true?

The story begins in a city “so ruinously sad it had forgotten its name”, a city that finds its name and is saved by a wonderful thing – the power of imagination, and of stories. Salman Rushdie lists as his inspirations two literary influences that we are very familiar with on LOST – Alice in Wonderland and The Wizard of Oz. But he also lists a third, The Arabian Nights, which is a book we’ve never really seen referenced on LOST before. Until now.

That is – if you want to compare this years bunch of random mooks to Arabians. Whatever we call them, we have met the Season Six Tailies/Others/FreighterFolk/Dharma-ites. It’s like the props department wanted to use up all their spare parts, so they dumped everything into the multicultural mixmaster, and came up with something that had a kind of Apocalypse Now meets the Planet of the Apes feel to it.

I don’t know how to describe these people. It was kind of like John Lennon was translating for Shang Tsung at Indiana Jones’s Temple of Doom while the Mad Max children from Tomorrowland served cookies for everyone.

WTF are these people doing there and why have we never seen them before? … Ah, it wouldn’t be a new season of LOST if we didn’t get to ask that question at least once, would it?

I’ve got to admit, I was underwhelmed by this season’s choice of Others. But they obviously went to a lot of trouble to build that wicked looking temple thingie, and there’s got to be something about all this that will mean something to us at some point. So I’ll give it a shot. This heretofore unseen gigantic palace in the middle of the Island had obviously been built above the place where we had seen the Smoke Monster drag Rousseau’s crew underground. In the bowels of the temple, Kate and Hurley find a copy of Kierkegaards “Fear and Trembling”, and you know what that means. Book Alert!

This is a book about Faith, which uses the Biblical story of Abraham obeying God by murdering his son to illustrate the many difficulties that arise when a man resolves to have Faith in that which is Absurd. Certainly as LOST fans we can identify with that. And in the great LOST tradition of bastardizing all the faiths of the world and using them as chum for the story, this Angkor Wat knockoff had within it what looked like a Jewish mikveh – a ritual bath of purification. Now where else other than LOST can you find two things like that in the same place?

Sayid figured his soul wasn’t headed to a good place, and it turns out he was right. He was taken in for his baptism and they didn’t take him out until the bubbles stopped coming up. Apparently they had to kill him in order to save him.

But why? Weren’t these guys Friends of Jacob and hadn’t Jacob ordered them to save Sayid? When they heard that Jacob was dead, they all ran out like the volunteer fire department to lay a ring of ash around their fortress, and to fire off a rocket to …

Richard?

It seems like this quasi-ancient society coexists in time with 2007 where Richard is on the beach, waiting for NotJohnLocke to come out of The Big Foot.

And even though Jacob had been living inside the Foot, the guys in the temple seemed like they were his amigos. NotJohnLocke, as we know, had just found the loophole he needed to kill his God-Twin, Jacob. After which we found out, by watching his ruthless slaughter of Ilana’s men, that the being who inhabits NotJohnLocke is also the force that we have come to know and love all these years as The Smoke Monster.

“I’m sorry you had to see me that way”

I know this was meant to be a huge revelation, but somehow I felt like we already knew that the Smoke Monster was the being who was inhabiting Locke. What we didn’t know was that the Monster doesn’t consider himself a monster at all. He may look like a coldhearted, deadeyed bastard, but all he’s trying to do is the same thing we watched Jack Shephard try to do for the first three seasons. Like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz, he just wants to go home.

Where is his home? Is it off the Island? Is it inside the Temple where he used to drag his prey, but where he’s now kept out by a ring of ash? A ring of ash that apparently wasn’t needed until Jacob died and the Temple lost his protection? And didn’t we just see him in that Temple very recently, when he appeared to Ben as Alex and told him to obey NotJohnLocke, i.e. himself? Oy, the labyrinth of questions never ends.

Whoever he is, whatever he is, he’s the nemesis of Jacob. The black to his white. The Lucifer to his Michael. The Twin. The Other. And whatever else we know about this Battle of the Titans that’s going on just beyond the wall of our understanding, I think we can all see that these two are the Gods of the Island. If there was ever any doubt, consider this: They know everything. Jacob knew that a time traveling Jin had been with Rousseau’s crew as they were being dragged by the Smoke Monster into his lair. Where did Jacob come by that knowledge?

And his Bad Twin went him one better: He had been inside John Locke’s very mind the night he was murdered and had felt his fear and heard his dying thought.

These guys have omnipotence. They exist outside of time and space. But what is their endgame? What are they trying to accomplish? It feels like a war, but it also feels like a game.

And games, as we know, are sometimes won … and sometimes LOST.

A game has rules: In this one, you can’t hit a player when he’s inside a circle. Although, as in any good video game, there are plenty of backdoors and tricks.

And there are players. In last year’s finale, we saw how Jacob went about the process of choosing his playing pieces. He chose Ilana, Jack and Locke, Sawyer and Kate, Sun and Jin, Sayid and Hurley.

Is that why Sayid couldn’t die? Was he “killed” because he couldn’t be saved, because both his body and soul had been ruined? But then, because he’s one of the playing pieces Jacob has chosen, was it necessary to bring him back? Even if he is, technically, maybe, no longer Sayid at all? Was that why Sayid lived again after death, but Juliet – who was never chosen – had to stay dead?

I don’t know if you missed it in this episode but Juliet died. For quite some time. The Interminable Dying of St. Juliet, lasted – if you include the hiatus and all the excruciating commercials – about eight freaking months. And in the course of it, magically, her motivation shifted 180 degrees. Instead of hitting the bomb so she could never have to meet and lose her precious James, she now claimed to have only wanted to let him go home … which, I hate to tell you, could have been accomplished a whole lot more efficiently, if she’d just stayed on the damn submarine! Argh, I hate when LOST slips and insults us like that.

So, what was the point of it all? You know I really hate to bring this up – really, I do – but there’s an ugly comic book trope some of you may be familiar with – something called ” Women in Refrigerators.” The name comes from this iconic comic moment when the Green Lantern’s girlfriend is killed and stuffed in a refrigerator, thereby driving forward the adventures of the bereft heroic boyfriend. Because the hero’s story matters. And, just like Juliet’s, the refrigerator woman’s story does not.

The medical genius who went toe to toe with Ben Linus was reduced to the adoring helpmate of James LaFleur and then sent for a little spin through a meat grinder. The fact that so many online fans keep having multiple orgasms over this sexist storyline makes me sad.

The flipside trope to this comic book staple is known as “Dead Men Defrosting”, wherein when a male character is killed off, he frequently returns, altered in ways that make him even more intriguing and intrinsic to the tale. Exhibit A: Sayid Jarrah. Gender: male.

But hey, I’m not going to let a little misogyny get between me and my favorite storytellers. I just really felt it needed to be said. And besides, all is not yet lost. There are still a few women left alive around here.

Season Six Kate is showing some definite signs of returning to her longlost badassery. It will probably take awhile to wring all the Kate Hate out of this fandom, but I like that it looks like she’s finally getting her mojo back.

It was so great to see Kate back to Season One form. She was wild and brave and tough – at least OtherKate was. And on the Island, Kate seemed to be back on the side of Sawyer, which just always feels more natural.

The scene where she tenderly helped a wounded Sawyer reminded me instantly of the way she had nursed him in Collision when he was near death.

Sawyer decided he wouldn’t kill Jack after all, only let him live so he could suffer.

And once again, at least part of Jack’s suffering comes from having to sit off to the side, watching, as Kate’s affections turn to Sawyer.

That wasn’t the only scene that conjured up memories of how LOST used to be. The entire sprawling episode was glittering with inside references and callbacks and déjà vu of seasons past, especially Season One.

The sequence of the passengers disembarking in LA mirrored the famous plane boarding scene from Exodus and the same musical theme played to poignantly accent the reflection.

Familiar relationships from Season One reassembled effortlessly in OtherLOST. Boone and Locke will be friends in any universe of possibility.

Sayid and his feet of fury will always be of invaluable assistance to Jack.

Jack met the other characters in much the same order as he did in the Pilot. First Rose, then Charlie, then Kate. Only instead of stitching him up this time, Kate ripped him off.

LOL. I really like this OtherKate.

Sawyer had Kate’s back in the elevator, instinctively helping her to get free. But why did Sawyer help her? I don’t know, but I have a feeling this might be one of the more effervescent mystery bubbles in OtherLOST. Was it just me or was that look he gave her on the plane something other than flirtation? Was it maybe … recognition?

Jack’s attempt to revive Sayid mirrored his desperate Season One attempt to revive Charlie … except that this time he failed.

The Marshall got his noggin conked, which seems to be his interdimensional destiny.

Both times Jack landed at LAX, he didn’t have his father’s body to bury.

And Claire was back! I can’t wait to see what happens next between Aaron’s Two Mommies.

And of course, we got to see the true “ultimate relationship” of LOST begin to unfold before our eyes in OtherLOST.

John Locke, in his white shirt, and Jack Shephard, in his black suit, together form the kernel at the heart of this story. I don’t think that can possibly be denied at this point. The scene of them exchanging awkward looks as they left OtherFlight815 perfectly mirrored the moment in Exodus when they caught one another’s eyes upon boarding.

At the end of the episode, they met up unexpectedly in a place that made perfect sense – Lost Luggage Claims. Nothing in the entire episode was more striking than this encounter. The Island adversaries bonded in a scene that twinkled with many facets of irony.

Jack offered his services as a spinal surgeon to try and fix John’s disability. OtherLocke is still “irreparably broken.”

OtherJack is still The Fixer, but the framing felt more profound. It didn’t feel like the same old controlling obsession we remember from Jack.

It felt like … Redemption. “Nothing is irreversible”, he said, and somehow that sounded like a motto we’re going to need to remember as we continue on. But what will end up being reversed? Which reality needs to be fixed?

John was gentle and helpful to the distressed Jack, and reminded him of something that’s very important in this story. Jack hadn’t lost his father, only his father’s body.

It’s something we need to keep in mind as we continue this beguiling journey. It’s not the surface that matters, not the things we can see.


Here is my secret. It is very simple: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.- The Little Prince

The soul is not bound to the carcass it inhabits. As John Locke’s story has shown us, the body itself is only a vessel. OtherJohn had lost his knives, the body that carried the soul of his manhood. But in our Island tale, a knife was the instrument of NotJohnLocke’s vengeful spirit. Which will it be in the end of our story, when it finally winds down to the ending that must come?

I don’t jump to the conclusion, like many have, that NotJohnLocke is evil and Jacob is good. I don’t know if the Island is even meant to be seen as a place that is either evil or good. Despite the constant references to black and white contrasts, I’m not settled on the idea that Western style bi-polar morality is where this story is eventually headed.

One of the logical deductions of the Many Worlds Interpretation is that morality is irrelevant. Whether good or evil is done, whatever the consequences may be, whatever happens … it’s just another branching point, a different set of consequences, a new chain of cause and effect. No reality has dominance over another. No outcome is superior or more desirable. Everything just is what it is.

It’s a good Zen concept to take into the season I think. It’s time to drop our expectations and predictions and just start bobbing along for the ride. The story has gotten more complex, more inscrutable, more impossible. And that has to be by design. I’m reminded of last season’s Book Club Selection: Everything That Rises Must Converge. A title that hearkens to the theory of the Omega Point, where a universe of ever increasing diversity ultimately converges into a state of transcendent unity of consciousness.

Yeah, I know LOST isn’t going to ever be able to hit a philosophical point that sophisticated, but I do think they’re headed in that general direction. Since we started with physics, but we’ve been promised a season moored in the humanities, it might be good to remember the words of a great genius who well represented that rare combination.

Obviously, I’ve got high hopes for this season. I’m willing to look past some of the glitches and kitschy misteps, at least for now, as long as I still get the sense that the story is reaching for the stars. I’m not sure John Locke’s dying thought was all that sad: “I don’t understand.” Well, who does? Certainly noone who is currently watching LOST. But that’s ok. If we understood it all right now, what fun would that be?

I’m strapped in for the season. Looks like it’s going to be a bumpy ride.