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Last night I finally saw the local Spanish-language newscast on KUNS-TV, Fisher Communications’ Univision affiliate. The same program also airs in Portland on KUNP, also Fisher-owned.
As you might expect, the broadcast makes heavy use of redubbed footage from Fisher’s Anglophone KOMO and KATU. But it also has original coverage of stories aimed at the Univision audience (immigration, citizenship, farm workers, etc.) The sports segment that Friday included a lot of Latin American soccer highlights before it previewed the NFL playoffs. An in-studio interview with a lady painter, featuring cutaway shots of her works, included two langorious and uncensored nudes—a rare sign of a local broadcast station’s respect for its audience’s maturity.
Then there were the commercials. They featured, besides redubbed versions of familiar Anglophone spots, two categories you normally don’t see on local newscasts—Christian music CDs and class-action lawsuit attorneys.
The Univision audience, at least around here, is thus perceived by its sponsors to be both pro-Jesus and anti-corporate.
Political types who wish to reach the nation’s growing Latino segment might wish to ponder this.
…electioneering going on today in NV and SC. Around here:
I first heard about the troubled chess master in a column in Boys’ Life magazine. This would have been circa 1969-70. Fischer was depicted as the teen genius he had been a decade before. He (or his ghost writer) gave helpful tips each month to kids just learning the game.
Then, in 1972, Fischer became a full-fledged media manipulator. He took all the tricks of the era’s alpha-male rebel gods and applied them to one of the world’s most staid, insular pastimes. He promoted a made-for-TV match with Russian champ Boris Spassky in exotic Iceland. Then he declared he couldn’t perform with the film cameras whirring, and demanded to play the match’s remaining games in a more private setting.
Up to this point, Fischer had followed all the “breaking all the rules” rules.
Then he really belied all expectations.
He retired, not just from chess but from public life. He became a jet-set hermit, living alone in a succession of Eastern Hemisphere locales. He occasionally emerged to spout bizarre, often anti-Semitic conspiracy theories (he was half Jewish himself).
In retrospect, Fischer had obviously retreated into his own head, into a world of ideas that made perfect rational sense to him, no matter what anybody else said. Then again, he’d probably spent his whole life looking down on those idiotic ordinary people who could never understand what he could cognate.
…black characters in movies who don’t just exist to magically improve the lives of white heroes.
…before WashState’s Presidential caucuses, but Tim Egan’s already got one Seattleite’s perspective on the election: How does Obama sell himself as an Historic Moment in American History without mentioning race?
AS A HYPER-HUSTLING SOCIETY pressures folk to be smiling and assertive 24/7, one Eric G. Wilson dares to praise good old-fashioned melancholy.
And these are among the stories you might discuss at work, on the bus, or in chatrooms:
…GOP presidential frontrunners as of this morning, and none of them are Fred Thompson. In other news:
…before pay-per-view cable channels, championship boxing matches used to be telecast exclusively on “closed-circuit” feeds to movie theaters and arenas. For home audiences, the promoters would license one TV or radio network to broadcast a studio-based show, in which an announcer would read round-by-round descriptions of the action transmitted by teletype from the fight venue.
This is the closest precedent I can think of for “live blogging.”
One of the chief live-blogged events every year is Steve Jobs’s keynote address at the Macworld Expo, Apple’s chief vehicle for announcing new products.
Yes: An event that’s all about the latest, greatest, and shiniest electronic media devices gets its first communication to the outside world by the modern equivalent of telegraph-era technology. Guys with WiFi-equipped laptops sit in the audience and type out brief descriptions of what they hear and see.
(Apple used to try live online video streams of the Jobs speeches. But they never mastered the bandwidth issues. Online video is better suited for recorded content and niche audiences than for a lot of people watching the same live thing.)
So, like thousands of the Mac faithful, I went to Mac news-and-rumor Web sites to read about what Jobs was saying while he was saying it, accompanied by the occasional still digi-pic.
I’ll let other sites explain what Jobs said and showed. As many sites predicted, there’s a new really thin laptop computer, online movie rentals (some in hi-def!), and software updates to the iPhone, iPod Touch, and Apple TV. There’s also a new wireless external hard drive. All the live bloggers gushed in insta-print over all the stuff.
But they disagreed with the show’s closing entertainment. Jobs trotted out one of his celeb pals, Randy Newman. He performed “A Few Words in Defense of Our Country,” his return to his old snide singer-songwriter act after several years of toiling in the family business of soundtrack composing.
One live-blogger, Jason Snell, was apparently only used to Newman’s movie songs. Here’s Snell’s comments, reconfigured into chronological order:
“Randy’s singing a song about America, the president, and comparing them to Hitler and Stalin. USA! USA! USA!!!!!“’It pisses me off a little that the Supreme Court is going to outlive me.’†What the crap is he singing about? We have no idea. We think he’s gone nuts. ‘The first song’s over, but now Randy Newman’s just riffing about random stuff. The next song is from Toy Story. Randy says he wrote another song to go with the love scene between Buzz and Woody, but the scene was cut. This guy is blowing our minds right now. “Holy crap. Who knew Randy Newman, the guy who makes the songs your kids play over and over and over again, would sing such crazy crap about our government?”
“Randy’s singing a song about America, the president, and comparing them to Hitler and Stalin. USA! USA! USA!!!!!“’It pisses me off a little that the Supreme Court is going to outlive me.’†What the crap is he singing about? We have no idea. We think he’s gone nuts.
‘The first song’s over, but now Randy Newman’s just riffing about random stuff. The next song is from Toy Story. Randy says he wrote another song to go with the love scene between Buzz and Woody, but the scene was cut. This guy is blowing our minds right now.
“Holy crap. Who knew Randy Newman, the guy who makes the songs your kids play over and over and over again, would sing such crazy crap about our government?”
My question is different: Who knew such impolite but lucid talk about the end of the American empire would find an outlet at a Fortune 500 company’s PR show?
That’s Marie Phillips, author of the novel Gods Behaving Badly, when she writes about wanting to be “a pop novelist”: “Maybe I can be like Ray Davies or Peter Blake. They’re no lesser because they aren’t Mozart or Michelangelo. They are doing something else.”
…in which we can tell you of the following recent events:
…a fountain of snowflakes descend upon the frozen tundra of Green Bay, I knew the gods would be with the other team, not with ours.
In other Sunday nooze:
…to the 27 people who attended my li’l book event at the Form/Space Atelier gallery. If I’d known I’d have had a mike and a stage and a desk, I’d have scripted something.
IN SATURDAY’S NOOZE:
…(other than the spendorifical live book event occurrin’ tonight at 2407 First Avenue (note corrected address)):