Oprah

The Stranger’s man in Iowa, Eli Sanders, has posted the audio of the entirety of Oprah’s Obama speech given today. Sanders describes it as the best speech he’s ever heard. I’m listening and, well, it’s OK. YMMV.

I’m interested in Sanders’ interest in the speech, though, because I hold his reporting and writing in very high esteem and think he often sees things that others miss. It seems clear to me that Oprah’s, um, intercession in the election this year presages a long-term shift in the relationship of media to politics in this country, something not unlike the engaged and abusive heyday of Hearst’s commitment to political objectives in his media empire.

Oprah is a force for good, as far as is possible in her metier, and a force of nature. At the moment, no other media figure can come close to her appeal and apparent ability to communicate her authentic self via the television camera and broadcast. But her ability is a skill, a learnable skill, one most recently wielded in politics – for evil – by Ronald Reagan.

When I began to write this entry, I was wondering if Oprah’s mediagenic and persuasive presentation would create a competitive force from the right, leading to a spiral of crazed celebrity campaigning from right and left. But I couldn’t come up with a figure on the right that presents with such force and charismatic authenticity.

Then, it struck me: the right has had this style of campaign motivation for years, in the pulpits of the religious right. Now, when I hear a recording of a preacher on the religious speaker working the crowd to accept his prescription for action and spiritual acuity, it leaves me more than cold. I literally cannot understand how or why the speaker’s audience accepts the statements, tropes, and rhetorical distortions as the basis for firmer political or religious commitment, and it often angers me that people fall prey to such skullduggery.

Oprah’s entrance may be the bridge to a wider audience for this style of campaign motivation on the left. The trusted speaker, recognized as an agent of truth and wisdom, is granted by the listener scope and assent for the use of the ancient arts of rhetoric. When I listen to Hilary, Edwards, or Obama deliver a speech, I am listening for tricks, evasions, lies, alliteration, allusion, and so forth.

When I listen to Oprah, I may note an evasive formulation. Early in this speech, she noted that she has voted for Republicans as much as Democrats, a statement that prompted an appreciative or derisive snort from someone very close to the recording device’s microphone. I too snorted, because it strongly implies that Oprah has not voted very often, at least not in her home base of Chicago, where it Republican candidates for local office are often symbolic candidates at best. But I forgave her the statement, because I am willing to suspend my narrowed-eye stance when engaged by her media presence.

In my opinion, politics must be practiced, especially by the voter, as an exercise in skepticism. My analysis is that Oprah’s appeal rests directly on her ability to disengage my skepticism.

If Oprah’s participation in this election materially contributes to the suspension of a skeptical stance on the part of the electorate, that would be an undesirable outcome, President Obama or not. What this country needs is MORE skepticism directed toward our candidates and elected officials.

Can Obama and Oprah sell hope and doubt on the same plate?

I, for one, doubt it.

Mangy

I just took my dog out for a night time constitutional which concluded with me in hot pursuit of our domestic canid, who, in turn, had taken off as if on fire after a smaller animal, an urban coyote, had the temerity to cross our driveway out of the dark.

I had assumed coyotes must live around here but this was the first time I’d seen one. I think I know where they must live and I assume the recent flooding has probably disrupted their lairs and routines.

I closely lectured the cat about the importance of keeping insideam but she only sharpened her face against my extented finger.

Tiny minds circle back

As winter darks arrive at 4pm hereabouts, either timed lights or lights simply left burning all day are a necessity. Having found an old-style light timer at a nearby estate sale this summer, I have begun to wonder about what else might be timed. Ideally, I’d like to open the door to the 4:25pm bumper theme leading into the half-hour-end segment on All Things Considered.

On realizing that I have a disused old-style iBook acting primarily as streaming input to my living room stereo and recalling that the dim mists of history inform me that iTunes us schedulable, I googled this script-board exchange from August, 2003 – five years ago.

I have no recollection of it. I still refuse to employ spellckekc. I’ll circle back, it seems.

Pigeons

As I pulled in, relieved to be free of the terrible rain-bound traffic on I-5 tonight, I noticed a flock of forty pigeons wheeling in the gathering dusk over the arc-lit asphalt of the filling station.

Thinking nothing of them, I proceeded about the business of filling my tank. I fiddled with my wallet and selected a credit card, and fumbled with the pump’s keypad, and dropped my gas cap, and so on.

Once a firm connection had been made between my car and the Earth’s carbonaceous past, the rattle and whoosh of wings drew my gaze up. The same flock wheeled over the lot, now over the intersection, now circling a skeletal tree. The birds’ orbit was compelling and curious.

After a few laps, some settled on the roof of the station’s car wash, only to excitedly leap skyward, clapping and rattling as they launched. I stepped out from the covered pumping area to get a better look as they considered and then fled another bare tree.

As I watched them bank off in another direction, a larger bird, all alone, settled into the tree through the drizzle. He plumped his feathers irritably and shook off the water as he turned his head, eye on the flock. The redtail hawk had squab in mind this evening, and they knew it.

Sims

Anybody know if it’s possible to obtain multiple cellphone SIM cards that are all activated as the same number?

I noticed when I upgraded viv’s phone a ways back that it came with a new SIM, which I did not use. If I had, would the old SIM remain usable? If not, is the deactivation automatic?

There are two parts to this question, then. Is it technically possible to have a dual SIM number, and if so, how does one go about obtaining a second, duplicate SIM without alerting the cell phone police that you are threatening their holy monopolistic bizmodel?

well it pays to get up early

Due to an odd confluence of events, the past week has been all about the Vulgar Boatmen. This reminds me that if a certain bus driver wants some Boatmen miscellany, such as live recording or obscurities from the deep past, he has but to ask.

Also I note that the archives are having problems with ‘proper’ quotes and the like. i don’t know why this is but will be looking into it.