Posts by Ellen Rocco

Mapping where we really go, and who we really talk to

coveragemap1Here’s a map of the NCPR coverage area but this column is not about where our signal goes or who listens…at least I don’t think it’s about that.

Look at the map and try to draw a boundary around your most common travel routes. There used to be a comic strip called, I think, “The Family Circus,” in which the artist would often draw the circuitous route of a child’s activities around the house and yard over the course of a day.

This is kind of what I’m asking you to imagine–only think about a typical week or month.

If you live in Watertown, is your regional travel bordered by Clayton or Kingston, Fort Drum, and Adams most days?

If you’re in Plattsburgh, is the shape of your regular travel cornered by Burlington, Elizabethtown and Malone?

Get the idea?

What started this was a wonderful blog entry from NPR’s Robert Krulwich Sarah Harris sent me last month. Krulwich, citing the work of German physicist Dirk Brockman, explores the notion of “whom do you hang with” based on how money moves around regions of our country. Here’s Brockman’s map:

Dirk Brockman's map of regions of interaction in the US.

Dirk Brockman’s map of regions of interaction in the US.

As Sarah pointed out, it looks like northern NY is in the large East Coast band of interaction; while Vermont is firmly within the New England/Boston sphere of influence.

The more muted blue lines indicate money “sloshing around” within a region, but the darker blue borders are really hard and fast in terms of keeping money from moving outward.

Later in Krulwich’s post, he explores another study that tracked phone usage as the basis for visual mapping of our social interactions.

Okay, so back to the beginning.

What’s your home base, where do you go and where do you spend money on a regular basis? And, with whom do you have the most phone interaction–people within your home community or family and friends who live elsewhere?

Who’s the highest paid NYS public employee?

highestpaidpublicemployeesaYou may have heard that the highest-paid employee in each state is usually the football coach at the largest state school.

 

 

 

 

 

 

This is actually a gross mischaracterization: Sometimes it is the basketball coach.

So begins Reuben Fischer-Baum’s infographic blogpost about public salaries across the country. You can see from Reuben’s map that both NYS and VT are part of that minority of ten states in which the highest public employee is either a public college dean or president.

This all reminds me of conversations I had as a teenager with my mother who shook her head at the imbalance in salaries across our society, and gasped with disbelief about the difference in, say, an actor’s salary and the pittance earned by a coal miner or family farmer. These are not publicly funded positions, but I think  her concern is still relevant–it recognizes the peculiar value structure in our society, a value structure we’re all buying into when athletic coaches rank among the highest paid public employees.

So, who do you think should be the highest paid public employee in New York State or Vermont?

 

Remembering Louis T.K. Cook

Louis Cook, not long after he completed six years of service with the US Navy. Pictured on the shores of the St. Lawrence River. (Photo courtesy of Ray Cook.)

Louis Cook, not long after he completed six years of service with the US Navy. Pictured on the shores of the St. Lawrence River. (Photo courtesy of Ray Cook.)

Louis (Louie) Cook, former NCPR jazz host and producer, died on Monday, May 13, 2013 from injuries suffered in a car crash last week. Louie worked at the station from the mid-’70s into the early ’90s. Listeners will remember him as the late night host of “Jazz Waves,” and as the innovative producer of the Native issues and culture series, “You Are On Indian Land.”

Louis played an important role in training and mentoring many young radio producers, particularly those from the Native community, including his first cousin Ray Cook.

When I called Ray after hearing the news of Louie’s passing, Ray said, “Louie was the brother I never had.” Ray described Louie as a lifelong teacher and as the person who was responsible for getting him into radio and media. (Ray is Op/Ed editor at Indian Country Today Media Network.)

For those of us who worked at the station with Louie, our memories are very vivid. Radio Bob said, “Louie was full of life, he had tremendous energy, he was passionate about his music–really, he was bigger than life.”

Martha Foley remembers Louie as “a wild guy!” and said, “He introduced me to jazz–he was the perfect late night jazz host.”

And Martha reminded me of another role Louie played at the station: he taught us about Native rights, sovereignty and dignity. As Martha put it, “He taught us on both professional and personal levels.”

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With some of the NCPR staff, back in our old Payson Hall studios, probably late 1980s. Front row: Peter Euler, Lamar Bliss, Jackie Sauter. Back row: Steve Gotcher, Ellen Rocco, Louie Cook, Martha Foley, Radio Bob, Kathleen Fitzgerald.

I remember a staff meeting, probably sometime in the early or mid-’80s, when a colleague used the expression “Indian giver” in reference to someone who had taken back a present. Quietly but firmly, Louie pointed out the inherent ethnic insult in that common phrase, and that led to a conversation about other elements of everyday language that advanced negative racial stereotypes. (I actually recall the example of “gypped” being discussed as a slur against the Roma people.)

Early in my public radio career, I wrote an application to the New York Humanities Council on behalf of a project Louie was working on. We got the money and Louie produced a three-part series about Ray Fadden, the founder and then-director of the Six Nations Iroquois Museum in Onchiota. During the months of production, Louie would always ask the rest of us to stockpile old bread and other simple foodstuffs for him to bring to recording sessions at the Museum: Ray Fadden rarely asked for money from visitors, but always welcomed food for the bears and other animals he fed on the land around the Museum. The Museum is still going strong today under the direction of Ray’s grandson.

From Louie’s cousin Ray Cook, I’ve learned more about Louie’s childhood, and about the work Louie has been doing in recent years. Louie’s mother was born and raised at Kanawakeh, the Mohawk reservation outside of Montreal; his father was raised on the Akwesasne Mohawk reservation further up river on the St. Lawrence. Louie’s father served as a Marine pilot in WW II and returned to the service as a flying instructor during the Korean War. He died in a training action when Louie was about 10; Louie’s mother died around the same time of a heart attack. He was raised by his extended family at Akwesasne, served six years in the Navy and was trained as a lab technician during that time. He went to college after the service and began working at WSLU (NCPR’s original name when we operated just a single transmitter in Canton) in the late ’70s.

A few years after leaving the station, Louie moved to South Dakota, remarried, and began working with a nonprofit organization that helps Pine Ridge reservation families build and maintain gardens. Louie was a self-trained botanist and I’d be lying through omission if I didn’t tell you that he learned many of his agricultural skills through years of developing growing techniques and seed varieties for the cultivation of marijuana. According to Cousin Ray, at Pine Ridge, Louie was associated with Alex White Plume, former President of the Oglala Sioux Tribe at Pine Ridge, who has worked for years to develop seed and growing techniques for the cultivation of industrial hemp.

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Louie more recently. (Photo courtesy of Ray Cook.)

Louie had his demons. Indeed, Ray Cook used those very words when I talked to him. The good news is that he pushed his way through the emotional and psychological challenges and came out the other side: successful, to my mind, because he spent so many years helping other people.

Bucky Cook, a youngster when Louie worked at the station, is known throughout the Mohawk community at Akwesasne as a host and producer at CKON and as an emcee. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.

I’ll keep adding to this post as more old friends, colleagues and family members weigh in with their memories and stories of Louie. Please add your comments and memories, too.

For all at the station, our condolences go out to Bucky and other family members, and to Louie’s friends and extended family at Akwesasne and Pine Ridge.

Skennon. (“peace” in Mohawk–thanks to Ray Cook)

 

 

 

 

Democracy vs. ketchup squeeze bottles

ketchup2Earlier this week Jonathan Brown sent me a link to a recent blog post by HBO talk show host Bill Maher. Maher is an unapologetic liberal commentator. But that’s neither here nor there for the moment.

In the blog post I’ve linked you to, Maher describes attending the White House Correspondents’ Dinner earlier this month, during which the presenters dissed most of the major media outlets for “gettting it wrong” in recent weeks, particularly in their coverage of the Boston Marathon bombing.

But Maher points out that one news program stands out–time and again–as a bona fide purveyor of journalism vs. sensationalism: PBS’s Newshour. He goes on to talk about our ailing fourth estate:

Back in the day, the network news broadcasts weren’t designed to make money. They were a loss leader. Because people understood the difference between news and entertainment: one was something you needed to eat, and the other was dessert.

But then capitalism took over the news business. And since then, the news has gone down…

Hey, don’t get me wrong — capitalism is a great thing. When it comes to designing America a new ketchup bottle that sits upside down so all the ketchupy goodness has already moved right to the opening so that you can then squeeze it on to your fries and avoid all of that needless pounding on the bottom of the old glass ketchup bottles, capitalism is the way you want to go. Because capitalism gets you what you want, and at the lowest price.

But in a democracy, there’s a difference between what you want — my ketchup to come out of the bottle on cue — and what you need, which is an informed citizenry.

Our problem isn’t that we have capitalism and that we have democracy. It’s that we think they’re the same thing.

Public radio and public tv news: the meat and potatoes you squeeze that ketchup onto.

Thanks, Bill.

How do you capture time?

Photo: Chris Gray, via Creative Commons, some restrictions

In today’s Glens Falls Post-Star, an article about the unearthing of a time capsule at Adirondack Community College. It contained a few random items–like a pipe (the type one smokes with) and plastic bags, plus lots of college memorabilia–from the year the capsule was buried, 1988.

Okay, maybe I’m getting REALLY old, but to me, a time capsule has to molder for at least 50 years. Unidentifiable objects should abound. You know, a hundred years from now, who is going to know what an iPod is?

So I started to think about what we should put in a time capsule to be buried for at least a 100 years. I started a list, with help from some of my colleagues, and invite you to add to it.

1.  Ellen: an AM/FM radio

2.  Dale: all my poetry, of course

3. Radio Bob: an iPad

4. Nora: an iPhone

5. Sandy: a Twinkie

6. David: a guayabera (trans: Cuban dress shirt)

7. Jon: documents establishing the world wide web as open to all users

8. Martha: all five pairs of glasses I need to get through each day (including bi-focals, transitions, computer bi-focals, etc.)

9. Shelly: my kids’ artwork, including drawings of a rabbit and a house with my son’s girlfriend

10. Julie: “The Girls’ Book of Flower Fairies”

11. Todd: a Big Mac

12. Tasha: my red VW bug

C’mon, folks, we’ve got plenty of room. Pile it in there.

 

What we’re talking about when we talk about cancer

Photo: Bandit600N (via Creative Commons, some restrictions)

You get to a certain age and the odds are that you have either been treated for cancer yourself or you have one or more friends who have gone through treatment–some successfully, some not.

Twenty years ago, I remember a friend of mine who was being treated for breast cancer (she’s still very much alive and healthy) told me that what got her through was being part of a support group where black humor was the common language. She’d share some of the outrageous jokes the members of the group told each other. The thing about this kind of humor in the face of life and death situations is that it gives people a context to talk about what’s really going on, and even laugh about it.

 

Photo: Chris Drumm (aka cdrummbks via Creative Commons, some restrictions)

 

Dana Jennings had a wonderful blog going in the NY Times a few years ago when he was being treated for an aggressive form of prostate cancer. Here’s a sample:

There’s a part of me that would like nothing better than to do cancer stand-up comedy — please cue up a neurotic, put-upon Rodney Dangerfield voice:

So, there I am, half-naked in a dimly-lit room, my feet are bound, and cool female hands are manipulating my body. Yeah, it was great. I was getting prepped for the radiation machine.

Or there was this moment.

You know, a funny thing happened on the way to the cancer institute this morning. Just a quarter-mile from the institute, my wife and I got stuck in traffic behind a truck … a casket truck from the “Batesville Casket Company.” At least it wasn’t following me … with vultures on top.

 

 

 

So three things happened today that got me thinking about coping with cancer: I saw a friend I’ve known for 30 years but hadn’t crossed paths with for about six months. She’s in the midst of a serious fight with cancer. She cried–and laughed–and cried some more. She told me about joking with the physical therapist who said to her, “No one’s ever said this kind of stuff to me before.”

Another friend is taking a partner for some tests. Who knows.

And, this morning, I received a link to this amazing routine from comedian Tig Notaro (who you saw on last year’s “This American Life” live HD broadcast) in which she demonstrates what she’s learned from her experience with breast cancer:



So, what are we talking about when we talk about cancer? Fear. Love. Learning. Fear. Pain. Love. Friends. Laughter. Tears. Love. Pain. Laughter. Love.

If you’re comfortable sharing, weigh in–black humor particularly welcome.

Is cursive dead?

Photo: Aaron Stidwell (aka 21TonGiant) via Creative Commons, some rights restricted

I know, I know, you have your iPad and ‘Droid and laptop and you haven’t used a pen or pencil in weeks or months, at least not to write anything longer than a shopping list or a new friend’s phone number, and even these are probably on your smartphone or tablet.

A number of news stories lately discussing the trend away from teaching cursive in grade schools: there was a story on NPR about some efforts to keep this style of writing alive; the NY Times is hosting a public conversation on the pros and cons of cursive; and, the Washington Post had a story last month on the disappearance of cursive in public schools. And, here’s a link to a story Brian Mann did on his youthful struggles with cursive.

Photo: Mike Thomas (aka urbanworkbench) via Creative Commons, some rights restricted

We called it “script” when we were kids, but officially it’s known as “cursive,” as opposed to printing letters. The big advantage of cursive: it’s faster than printing and, assuming you are better at it than I am, it looks beautiful on the page.

My father was a mechanical engineer and a draftsman. His penmanship (a quaint old word, eh?) was exquisite to look at on the page, but virtually unintelligible. My mother’s handwriting, on the other hand, was not pretty and was equally unintelligible. I take after my mother in this instance.

Do you remember the old triple-lined grids used to teach cursive writing? Here are links to animated guidelines for shaping both upper and lower case letters.

Or, maybe you want to bring cursive into the digital age with this selection of cursive fonts for your digital word-processing.

 

Apparently, one application of cursive is booming: in the tattoo industry. I found all kinds of “cursive generator” sites for tattoo designers who want to use decorative scripts in their images.

So, what do you think? Should we make an effort to keep cursive alive? Or, is it a tool that’s outlived its usefulness, like carbon paper or ditto machines or slide rulers?

Let’s talk about the cost of college

From American Enterprise Institute.

With the news earlier this week that Cooper Union in New York City, one of the few tuition-free institutions left in the country, was planning to start charging tuition next year, I was reminded of the incredible gift I enjoyed at the then tuition-free City College of New York, back in the day when the only cost was a $35 per semester registration fee and the price of books.

Today, in our region, we have private and SUNY options. Here’s a quick overview of what those annual prices look like for NYS residents (these are approximate, use links for complete figures):

SUNY Canton–Tuition & fees: $5,570; Housing/meals: $5,300

SUNY Potsdam–Tuition & fees: $7,175; Housing/meals: $10,500

SUNY Plattsburgh–Tuitiion & fees: $6,800; Housing/meals: $10,600

North Country Community College–Tuition & fees: $4,700; Housing/meals: information unavailable

Paul Smiths College–Tuition: $21,930; Housing/meals: $10,300

Clarkson University–Tuition: $40,540; Housing/meals: $13,300

St. Lawrence University–Tuition & fees: $44,450; Housing/meals: $11,500

Whether or not you are facing the tuition burden directly, it affects all of us. The impact on families helping put young people through college and, of course, the heavy debt load so many graduates now face, is having a significant impact on our society and economy.

Here’s an interesting article from dailyfinance.com that explores the rising cost of tuition and the impact on our country. Really worth a read. Here is some of the graphic data provided in the article–a great overview of the situation.

From: www.dailyfinance.com

Here’s another article of interest on this subject, from the American Enterprise Institute;  this one from the Council on Foreign Relations which focuses on the challenges facing our country’s standing on the global stage; and this from education.com, which explores the public’s tendency to see college as unaffordable–a perception that is often inaccurate.

 

Music rooted in time and place: Stax

When you tune in for Radio Bob’s R&B Show on Wednesday afternoons, chances are you’ll hear some of the artists who recorded on the Stax label, the Memphis-based music company that flourished from the late ’50s to early ’70s. The musicians who got their start on Stax include the likes of Booker T & the MGs, Carla Thomas, Otis Redding, Sam & Dave, Little Milton, and on and on.

According to a new article in Utne magazine, what made the Stax label special was the Stax “scene.” The music company provided a gathering place for white and black musicians who, in the early days of the label, were segregated from each other by the Jim Crow laws of the South.

“William Bell, who scored his hit ‘You Don’t Miss Your Water’ on Stax in 1962, says the racial dynamic among Stax’s regular cast was otherwordly. ‘Racism was running rampant at the time, but we were like one family. Sometimes we’d have to go to secret places and have a drink, and talk, and exchange ideas. Sometimes other musicians, like Elvis, would join us. We just cared [about] and loved each other for our musical abilities. We were color blind.’ ”

If you’re a fan of Radio Bob’s, if you’re interested in roots music or the intersection between that music and the civil rights movement of the ’60s, do check out the article from Utne.

Stax was a  little gem that glimmered and then faded when the musical and social context of our country changed. But the artists who came through the Stax studios made music that endures. Like I said, tune in to Radio Bob and you’ll hear them.

Sign of the season: sheep shearing

Okay, here’s my visual postcard from the sheep shearing at our farm this weekend. Thanks to the White family teenagers who run the shearing operation: Noah, Abraham and Esther. They worked from 9:30 am to 5:00 pm, non-stop. Really no breaks. This is hard work. Kids these days…are terrific!

Before: still wearing the winter coats.

Noah, Abraham, and Emily at work.

Noah working on our 400-lb Rambouillet ram, Bo.

Baa baa black sheep…

Post-shearing snack.

Outside! (Sheep always look like goats to me after they’re sheared.) Now, it’s time to start growing those new coats for next winter.