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(Answer to yesterday’s riddle: The $25,000 Pyramid.)
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Just when we had programmed the ol’ DVR to record the final two months of All My Children, came word that it (and sister show One Life to Live) might just come back from the dead like Lazarus Tad.
ABC announced it had licensed both long-running daytime soaps to something called Prospect Park, a production company run by ex-execs of Disney (ABC’s parent company). The venture would continue production of new episodes, to be shown online only (not on broadcast or cable TV).
Given that online advertising draws far fewer bucks per viewer/reader than broadcast or print advertising, and given that no five-day-a-week scripted TV drama has succeeded anywhere but on the traditional big three networks (except the noble experiment that was Norman Lear’s Mary Hartman, Mary Hartman), many commentators on soap-themed online message boards have doubted the viability of such a venture.
Now comes word that there might be a government subsidy involved.
Really.
The unconfirmed rumor is that Prospect Park was waiting for, and received, money from some grant program intended to help jump start “new media ventures.”
That’s just one of the many still unanswered questions about this supposed reprieve for two of entertainment’s most venerable brands, for stories that have unfolded for more than four decades.
When will they be revealed?
Apparently very slowly.
(Note: As was the case during my earlier flirtation with morning headlines circa 2007, these won’t necessarily appear every day.)
He says well-meaning things about whites stealing rock and roll from blacks — no mention of hip-hop though. Or what Clarence might have thought about playing to arenas and stadiums filled with next-to-zero black people. (Springsteen’s audience is pretty much exclusively white.) Or, for that matter, how Timothy felt standing in a room full of white people congratulating himself on America’s ability to successfully and peacefully integrate itself, due solely to the fact that there was a black guy in the band playing saxophone.
This hour (as I’m writing this), Qwest Field (home of the Seahawks and Sounders FC) has officially been rechristened CenturyLink Field, after the telecom giant that took over the mourned-by-nobody Qwest.
It’s as good an official date as any to mark the end of the last of the Baby Bells, the seven regional landline phone companies created with the fed-ordered breakup of the old AT&T. (The other six re-merged into Verizon and “the New AT&T.”)
Pacific Northwest Bell was one of three old AT&T units spun off as “US West.” It was a phone company, run by phone company people, as the communications world began to change all around it. All was fine and dull for a decade and a half.
Then came Phillip Anschutz. I’ve mentioned the California mogul before here, principally in connection with his link to local anti-evolution advocates and to his ownership of the Examiner.com content-mill sites (which rely on “news” stories from unpaid writers).
Anschutz had bought the Southern Pacific Railroad in 1996, just so he could lay fiber-optic phone and data lines across its rights of way. When he sold off SP to the Union Pacific, he attained permission to lay lines along UP’s rights of way as well. Since this was the digital age, these lines could transmit voice, video, and data; though Qwest’s original principal business was long-distance phone service.
To further his business-to-business communications plans, Anschutz bought US West in 2000. Not long after came the complaints by local phone customers. Qwest was “slamming” home users, switching their long distance service to its own subsidiary without permission. Qwest telemarketed like crazy, calling customers at all hours to repeatedly offer its (weak, costly) cell phone add-on plans. Qwest underfunded its regulated landline business, to the point that it couldn’t install phone lines in new subdivisions on time. Unlike AT&T and Verizon, Qwest didn’t get into the cable TV business.
(On the plus side, Qwest refused to go along when the Bush-era National Security Agency asked phone companies to hand over records of everybody’s phone calls, for wiretapping purposes.)
Now, Qwest’s data, landline-voice, and business telecommunications services are owned by the company formerly known as Central Telephone, then Century Telephone (or “CenturyTel”). As an acquirer of other companies’ landline territories, CenturyLink already covered more square miles in Washington and Oregon than Qwest had serviced.
Oh, and some of us still remember another “Qwest”—the old record label run by ex-Seattleite Quincy Jones. Jones has announced he’s using the name again, now that nobody else is.
In a lot of cases, it was “nice” middle class boys n’ girls powered by alcohol and an anything-goes attitude. In other breaking news, the earth is round.
Up in the land of real health care and real ketchup flavoured potato chips, a few hundred dudes n’ dudettes used the Canucks’ dramatic collapse in the hockey playoffs as an excuse to rip it up in the streets, looting stores and setting cop cars afire.
Initial reports state the fracas may have been larger and more intense than the similar riots following the Canucks’ 1994 playoff defeat, but was contained more quickly.
Of course, Seattle had its own street riot in the 1990s. But ours was about petty things like global politics and trade; nothing this important.
I watched the game, and a little of the postgame riot coverage, at Teddy’s Off Roosevelt, one of Seattle’s major Canuck fan gathering spots. The crowd was noticeably belligerent  during the first period. But as the Boston Bruins expanded their lead, the Canuck contingent became more steadily morose. Drunken despair is just as futile as violent frustration, but can leave fewer cleanup bills and insurance liabilities.
A few days late but always more than welcome, it’s the yummy return of the annual MISCmedia In/Out List.
As always, this listing denotes what will become hot or not-so-hot during the next year, not necessarily what’s hot or not-so-hot now. If you believe everything big now will just keep getting bigger, I can get you a Hummer dealership really cheap.
Seattle sports fans are used to the national media giving their teams no respect. This NY Times blog entry about the Seahawks, by the paper’s crack political-statistics nerd and poll watcher Nate Silver, is easily the harshest dis of them all.
I know a LOT of people who are spending this day and upcoming night wishing a good riddance to this epic fail of a year we’ve had.
The economy in much of the world (for non-zillionaires) just continued to sluggishly sputter and cough. Thousands more lost jobs, homes, 401Ks, etc.
The implosion of the national Republican Party organization cleared the way (though not in this state) for a wave of pseudo-populist demagogue candidates who only appeared in right-wing media, because those were the only places where their nonsensical worldviews made pseudo-sense. Enough of these candidates made enough of a stir to take control of the US House of Reps., which they have already turned back over to their mega-corporate masters.
And we had the BP spill, continuing mideast/Afghan turmoils, violent drug-turf wars in several countries, floods in Pakistan, a bad quake in Haiti, the deaths of a lot of good people, and a hundred channels of stupid “reality” shows.
Locally, a number of ballot measures were introduced to at least stem the state’s horrid tax unfairness, while staving off the worst public-service budget cuts. They all failed.
And the South Park bridge was removed without a clear replacement schedule, the Deeply Boring Tunnel project continued apace, the Seattle Times got ever crankier (though it stopped getting thinner), and our major men’s sports teams were mediocre as ever. Seattle Center bosses chose to replace a populist for-profit concession (the Fun Forest) with an upscale-kitsch for-profit concession (Chihuly).
Alleviating factors: (Most) American troops are out of Iraq. Something approximating health care reform, and something approximating the end of Don’t Ask Don’t Tell, both passed. Conan O’Brien resurfaced; Jon and Stephen worked to restore sanity and/or fear. The Storm won another title. The football Huskies had a triumphant last hurrah; the Seahawks might get the same. Cool thingamajigs like the iPad and Kinect showed up. Seattle has emerged as the fulcrum of the ebook industry, America’s fastest growing media genre. The Boeing 787’s continued hangups have proven some technologies just can’t be outsourced.
My personal resolution in 1/1/11 and days beyond: To find myself a post-freelance, post-journalism career.