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Listening Post: Daily dose

I’ve been a fan of the New York Times daily headlines email for many years. It’s the first stop on my morning news beat, because (I confess) I check email in bed with my first cup of morning coffee. I don’t always click through to an article, but sometimes I click through to more than one, and I always give the newsletter at least a good scan.  I’m listening, of course, to Todd Moe and Morning Edition at the same time. Between them, I feel I have the start to a well-informed day.

My love of the NYT email newsletter led me years ago to create a weekdaily email  for NCPR, but it seems to be a well-guarded secret–only 400 subscribers, compared to more than 4,000 for this weekly Listening Post. At first, I thought, maybe not everyone gobbles down news like I do. But then I realized, probably most of you don’t even know it exists.

And that’s because the most common way to become subscribed to the Listening Post is to make a donation to NCPR, and to check the box that gives us permission to send you email on the donation form. We’ve always just signed you up for the Listening Post, but only because the Daily Regional News Brief didn’t exist when we started doing this. To get the News Brief, you have had to scout out the location of our subscription page in the clutter of our website and sign yourself up. Oh the weight of habit.

For those who have never seen it, it has all of the news stories from The Eight O’clock Hour, plus the Photo of the Day, plus the top NPR news stories at the time of sending, plus all the events in today’s Community Calendar. Tomorrow’s edition will also carry the three most recent posts from our In Box news blog. Basically, it’s our home page and our calendar, delivered to you every day. Free, of course.

This is by far the easiest and most comprehensive way to keep up with the full range of what’s happening in the region and at NCPR. I encourage all of you to sign up. Go here, enter your email address, check the box next to “Daily Headlines.” Click submit. Done.

It will come to you every weekday, just in time for your mid-morning coffee break.

 

Sweet spots: “Heavenly Hana” and Canadian maple syrup

I am still visiting family in Hawaii. This week included a treat: several nights at Waianapanapa State Park near Hana, Maui. Lovely, lovely setting, including a fabulous black sand beach and good coastline hikes on rocky lava shores.

Hiking trail past Pailoa Bay, Waianapanapa State Park  (photo by L. Martin)

Now here it must be said that the cabins have seen some long, hard use. They weren’t awful, but they could definitely be in better shape. We had cabin one – perfectly clean, nice setting. But  it was a surprise to only have two forks for a cabin that sleeps six and was presented as coming with a basic kitchen set up. Luckily, we had brought some cutlery, plates and pots of our own or the cooking and eating would have been quite challenging.

I know, I know. “No spoons or knives and only 2 forks” hardly sounds like anything to notice when the reward is time in Hana. We brought plenty of store bought and home-grown food (bananas, avos, mangoes) so the eats were good. For pancakes one morning we splurged on maple syrup “made in Canada” purchased at the iconic Hasegawa General Store. (I could have bought a jug four times bigger for less at the Kahului CostCo, but in this case it felt nice to “buy local” twice by getting Canadian stuff in Hana.)

What, you’ve never heard of the Hasegawa General Store? Established in 1910 by two brothers, Shoichi and Saburo Hasegawa, the store has its own song and is one of the few family-owned general stores still hanging on in Hawaii.

St Joseph’s Catholic Church, Kaupo dates from 1862. They have a roof fund that could use more help. (photo and small monetary donation by L. Martin.)

Windmills on the remote Kaupo/Ulupalakua portion of the coast line. (photo by L. Martin)

Speaking of syrup, after a stunning drive around the Kaupo side of Maui I am now back in the metropolis of Paia where I have Internet access. I am also not quite on this time zone (6 hours behind Ottawa) so I wake up early. That gives me some time to check in on events in Canada. Which is how I saw this from the Montreal Gazette on more arrests in, and a re-cap of, the great maple syrup heist.

OK, if I hurry I can add some pictures to this post and then I gotta run. Today I will be the SAG (support and gear) car for a relative’s attempt to cycle up Haleakala. I see sore muscles and sunburn ahead.

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?

A little romance in Ottawa

The pedestrian bridge over the Rideau Canal has become a place for lovers to secure a lock bearing their names. Photo: Judy Andrus Toporcer, Pierrepont, NY

Today’s Photo of the Day submission from Judy Andrus Toporcer (WizenedEye.com) brought a little romance into my day. A lovely sentiment to mark a lover’s spot–put a lock on your commitment to one another and throw away the key.

Wanting to know more about this, I soon discovered that this Ottawa landmark has been photographed and written about in a number of places, and is the subject of this video explainer on YouTube.

And researching further, I find that the phenomenon is spreading worldwide, with “love locks” being placed in a prominent way in cities across this and other continents: Prague, Rome, Amsterdam, Copenhagen, Seoul, Paris, The Brooklyn Bridge, Mount Huang in China. The locations are listed, with photos, on Wikipedia.

This great an outpouring of romance cannot, of course, remain unattended by commercial exploitation. I find this website which promotes the romantic practice of love lock placement, and conveniently offers for sale custom padlocks shaped like twined hearts, with personalized engraving. At $25 plus $18 for engraving, it could be cheaper than dinner and a movie.

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.

 

The weather from here: hot and sunny

Signs of change: MUCH more traffic and a public bus service. Things we did not have when I grew up near here. (photos by Lucy Martin)

Back in the day when Emma Lazarus’ “huddled masses” braved dangerous ocean crossings to make a new life in America, they would go on to reference “the old country”, be that Italy, Ireland, Poland or what have you.

It’s certainly easier now. This past Tuesday it only took about 16 hours to redeem a “free” air miles ticket that meandered from Ottawa to Washington D.C., to San Francisco. And finally, on to Kahului, Maui. Journey’s end was an intensely busy intersection and bustling tourist hub: Paia, a former sugar plantation town.

Hawaii counts as my “old country”. Canada is our big adventure in a new land. Having moved so very far away, I try to get back to see the folks when I can. A luxury immigrants in past centuries had to live without.

I’d not been following much news in Canada before and during my long travel day. Wouldn’t you know it, lots of stuff was happening.

Funny thing about the news world. One can live in that 24/7… or pull back. And stepping away from all that fuss calms life down considerably. I suppose a news-oriented station may not be the best place to ruminate about the stress of following too much news. But it’s true. Things certainly seem more tranquil outside that milieu. (In this case I speak merely as a news consumer. It would be quite a reach to call me a hard-hitting, stress-courting reporter!)

Wednesday was go to town and do errands day in the island’s commercial cities of Kahului and Wailuku. Jiggle the old bank accounts to keep them from becoming inactive. Pick up the police report for the minor (but quite annoying) burglary the other week at my father’s office. Try to find the old-fashioned staples Dad has used up (the “undualted” kind). No luck there – the big box office stores that bought the old Mom & Pop stationary store don’t carry those anymore. Maybe they can be ordered on line. Get some groceries and fill the car with gas. You know, the mundane details of ordinary life.

I phoned ahead to the Maui Police Department to find out what I had to do to get those report forms released to a second party. The woman at the other end muttered “I hate it when the crooks steal from old people!” She went out of her way to be sure the photocopies would be ready as soon as I came that morning. Once there, she had a ‘you-look-familiar’ face. We realized we’d been on the high school track team together back in the 1970′s.

My Mom came along to chat and help me find things that had moved since I departed Maui for Honolulu, in the early 1980′s. That included the police station, which is no longer across the street from the Wailuku Library. It’s been below the hospital and across the road from my old high school for quite some time now!

It’s warm here. No, make that hot. Upper 80′s. Sunshine mixed with passing showers. Confession time: I’ve come to realize I actually prefer slightly lower temps. On the remote chance I would live on Maui again, I’d prefer to try that “upcountry” on the slopes of Haleakala, where it’s cooler the higher you go up that 10,023′ mountain.

Beach scene in Paia, Maui.

Back to errand day. At CostCo I got more aloha shirts, as my husband always requests. I was amused to see other local-food staples like long rice noodles. (What? Your CostCo doesn’t sell aloha shirts and long rice noodles? What? Hawaii has CostCo but northern New York does not? How odd.)

What always staggers me about these trips is the duality of being from one place and now being very much part of another.

It doesn’t take long at all to feel “at home” here once more, even though I now call someplace totally different home. It also doesn’t take long to remember why I was only too happy to leave Maui. Not that I’m particularly brainy, but “brain drain” makes young people abandon many small places for all sorts of reasons.

Same planet, different universes.

A fair number of people in the North Country live split location lives. For my comrades with a foot in two or more worlds, what seems most striking about it all?

Does it seem comfortable and familiar, to live in different settings? Or surreal?

Am I a Maui girl dreaming she lives in Ottawa, Canada? Or a new-Canadian, dreaming about life in Hawaii?

Or am I a mere butterfly – dreaming it all?

Yet another Paia highlight: The Maui Dharma Center includes a “walking bell” with a lovely sound. It was consecrated by the Dalai Lama on a 2007 visit to the Valley Isle.

 

Listening Post: BOB, the Big Orange Box

Many of you have already met BOB, the Big Orange Box, which occasionally fills up part of the screen at ncpr.org, before settling down in a few seconds over in the right-hand column. BOB is a one-trick pony–only has one thing to say–”Give Now.” BOB was born a few weeks before our Spring fundraiser, and since the drive ended I’ve begun to hear from a few visitors asking:

“What gives? I already gave. The fundraiser is over. You made your goal. Why are you punishing me?”

In response, we have put BOB on a diet–he has slimmed down a little, disappeared from page one, has been dressed up with better graphics, and doesn’t appear quite so frequently.

But BOB is not going to go away, even though we are done with the week-long radio drive. Why? It’s not because we are greedy, or are punishing our fundraiser donors for doing the right thing.  We are more grateful than you know. Because you radio listeners have been paying almost all the freight for building and maintaining ncpr.org.

Over the last twelve years, NCPR has built up a whole second audience that rarely or never listens to NCPR on the radio. They don’t ever hear the radio fundraiser, and few of them contribute. The “ask” for contributions on our website has been pretty quiet, too quiet.  We’ve concluded that our online-only audience needs some kind of regular high-profile reminder that NCPR is paid for with voluntary contributions by its users. We certainly aren’t shy about asking for donations on the radio.

Hence BOB. He’s big and a little annoying, but necessary. BOB can make a big difference to us and to our radio audience. While 40-50,000 people are regular radio listeners to NCPR, more than a million different individuals used our online services last year. It would take only a small percentage of them, giving a little bit each, to really change the sustainability math at NCPR. As changing media technologies cause more and more people to move online, the art of raising money online will determine whether this service survives.

So, if you are one of the folks who regularly do your bit for NCPR, thank you. Just ignore BOB when he turns up. He’ll get out of your way in 3.5 seconds. If you are one of those who can’t quite remember whether you are reading USA Today, Huffington Post or NCPR at the moment, BOB will set you straight. Click on him to win a free ride to our donation page.

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.

 

¡Me encanta poutine! Pero ¿qué es tourtière?

Image from Ag Canada info bulletin on the”Canada Brand” program

Food is hot. And effective marketing can make or break whole industries. But not every effort in that direction pans out.

At least, that’s the view on one such promotional pitch, as reported by the National Post: “Ottawa sets up taxpayer-funded food truck in Mexico to promote Canadian cuisine (whatever that means)

Canada has wonderful produce – and enjoys good food – but does Canada have a defined cuisine? As the Post article reports, some think this approach is wrong-headed:

David McMillan, co-owner of renowned Montreal restaurant Joe Beef, is tired of the trying.

“This whole ‘Canadian music, Canadian art, Canadian wine’ [thing] has to stop. It’s just ridiculous. All the time, it’s like everyone’s financed by insecurity and the CBC. It’s true, it’s a joke. We have to stop thinking that way.”

As the Post recounts – apart from very, very specific regional products – McMillan is among those who think food is bigger than borders. Marketers may need to think in terms of “shared identity” like “Pacific Northwest Cuisine”.  

Another expert in the Post story also took a dim view:

John Higgins, director of Toronto’s George Brown Chef School, feels attempts like the Canadian government’s in Mexico City – the Agriculture Canada initiative is costing $50,000 – are well intentioned but a little bit lacking on execution, not exactly showcasing what Canadian food really is.

“It’s embarrassing,” he said. ”The thing is, we’ve got a wonderful country and all we can do is French fries?”

According to this CBC article this is a three-week pilot project running from April 10- 28. It (or something similar) could return, depending on the response. The truck is “operated by Mexican chef José Carlos Redon with the help of celebrity chef Jorge Valencia”. CBC host Robyn Bresnahan  interviewed Valencia for “Ottawa Morning” earlier this month, that archived audio can be heard here

A promotional announcement describing this aspect of “Canada Brand’ outreach by Agriculture and Agri-Food Canada was issued on April 2nd. Here’s the menu it described:

The food truck will offer an appetizer, main dish, dessert and drink.

The special Canadian menu has a tasty array of Canadian agricultural products. It starts with a choice of either poutine a la Mexicana or a hardy lentil salad. The poutine features crisp Canadian French fries with melted Oaxaqueño cheese from Mexico–a fusion of two classic ingredients from two countries into one dish. The lentil salad will be crisp and fresh, perfect for a hot afternoon.

Jokes aside, it is an interesting topic. Farmers, grocers, restauranteurs, cooks and householders all want to know what’s good and what new thing (or old classic) they might want to try. 

And hey! If Mexico sends a food truck to Ottawa pitching Mexican food, I’ll be first in line.

Does Canadian cuisine mean anything to you? What would have to happen to enhance that perception?