Hanging at the Panera Bread shop in Everett, Massachusetts, out in the parking lot of a “real job” store. Enjoying a Cobblestone Muffin, some Earl Grey Tea, and waiting on a peer to arrive.
My task: writing assessment feedback for three folks that work for me. Loads of fun!
“Union meetings by this time [early 1950s – ed] had settled down quite a bit and everything was done by Robert’s Rules of Order, but once during a meeting I particularly remember, one guy was abusive. I told him that as long as I was president, there could be any amount of criticism, but nobody was allowed to abuse the chair like that. If we were demanding that workers no longer be abused by the boss, then we couldn’t abuse each other. I took it seriously that the Mine Mill Ritual says: ‘Speak kindly to one another and be careful to not unjustly criticize any member, nor attribute to him unworthy motives simply because he may differ with you. It is by honest difference of opinion that we arrive at sound conclusions and correct judgements.’
“So when this guy still wouldn’t stop, I adjourned the meeting for ten minutes so that I could take him out and educate him. Nobody in the room stirred — they knew what was going to happen. I took him out back, took his glasses off and whacked him one. Then I put his glasses back on, left him lying there and went back into the meeting. I knew he’d come in later and he did — came in and sat down and never bothered me again. His name was Kitch Bannatyne — one of the guys on our side, later a vice-president. But it was no big deal. Kitch knew he had it coming.”
– from _Red Bait! Struggles of a Mine Mill Local_ by Al King
Went to see the Boston Symphony yesterday at Tanglewood in Western Massachusetts (Lenox), fantastic trip. Pictures are available.
Color me a new subscriber…
Peter Rutten, my friend and neighbor, has a Radio weblog. He is planning to devote his weblog to an insiders guide to the rise and fall of Wired magazine. He’s not going to cover the topic in the overwrought startup.com model of idea-lite greed and infighting, but rather from the perspective of the rise and fall of the substantial idea that drove Wired to the top and back to the bottom. I just subscribed.
[John Robb’s Radio Weblog]
These ideas became frighteningly sacred within the walls of Wired. It wasn’t so terrible to shout from your Wired cubicle that technology couldn’t solve everything or even that technology sucked. But if you were philosophically off course, in the way that contributor Pauline Borsook was for example, you were not just “tired”, you were dead and buried.
Ed Cone: “After my first column ran, Coble’s chief of staff, Ed McDonald, told me on the phone, ‘Now we are going to rip your face off.'” [Scripting News]
I finally made it to my first NFL football game – saw the New England Patriots take on the Carolina Panthers in a pre-season game at the new Gillette Stadium in Foxboro, Massachusetts. Some pictures are available.
Loretta Lynn & Brian Florence may have had sex in St. Patrick’s Cathedral in New York City. They were discovered as the radio station, WNEW, broadcasting the couple’s escapades had a reporter on the scene. Obviously a lot of attention was paid to this event by the station’s viewers. With the disc jockeys losing their jobs over it and the couple arrested it certainly could be considered a scandal. But that’s one of the points of public sex: to run the risk of being caught. Pat Califia wrote a book a few years ago which touched on the subject called, in fact, Public Sex: The Culture of Radical Sex. [s a f e r s e x . o r g]