Mercy, I’m late today. That’s what happens when you put your work-work ahead of your fun-work. This is spring break for Wayne State, which I thought would be an easy one for me, but instead I found myself at two different city council meetings, and while it was in no way enjoyable, it was probably a good thing for me, as it’s easy to forget what you’re asking your students to do on a week-to-week basis.
I’m all for town-hall government, but there were times this week that I yearned to be my old colleague Andrew Jarosh, who was apparently the de facto timekeeper at Fort Wayne City Council meetings for years. I didn’t know this until I talked to someone who attended one to make a presentation.
“If someone is talking and wanders off point, Andrew catches the clerk’s eye and taps his watch,” he said. The clerk would then remind the speaker of the time limit. This apparently happened several times in a single meeting. I thought it was merely funny at the time, but now that I’m inflicting these things upon myself, I see it as nothing short of an act of heroism for everyone who wants to get out the door before 9 p.m., and preferably 8:30, and even better, 8 on the dot.
I actually tried the watch-tap on Monday, but the person whose eye I caught has no power to move things along.
What is it about a podium that makes some people believe they’re in a Norman Rockwell painting, or maybe wearing a toga and orating in Latin? It’s like a letter to the editor, only live. I think I’ve mentioned before that the letters column in most newspapers is the only thing that can make otherwise reasonable people use phrases like “I think not.”
So that’s what I did this morning instead of blogging: Parsed a liquor-license hearing for the readers of my other site. Liquor laws are never simple, alas. Most people don’t understand how much government is involved in crafting the streetscapes they experience every day, and how much is left to the invisible hand. The various social networks I’m connected to have lately featured local people offering their opinions on what “should” fill a recently vacated retail space, what “they” should get to go there. Patience I have for these discussions: Approaching zero, unless I need to tone my eye-roll muscles. People throw any number of daft ideas on the table. So far no one’s suggested a dog massage parlor, but that’s about the only thing left out.
Tomorrow is Me Time, then. I’ve been trying to find time to edit a video I shot last fall. Maybe I’ll find the time. Likely I won’t.
In the meantime, any bloggage?
Just posted on the last thread: The latest Ponzi schemer, arrested in California, was a big fan of the GOP in general and Mitch Daniels in particular.
What does Tina Fey have to promote this month? I agree with every word Tom & Lorenzo say about this unfortunate magazine cover.
Oh, and it’s St. Patrick’s Day. I’m not the least bit Irish, unfortunately. My friend Emma Downs is, however, and just posted on Facebook that her sister Nancy was named for this song, so I guess, just for today, I’ll claim it, too: